OOPS, I did it again,.....and again, and again......  

notynnice4u 57F
52 posts
4/23/2006 4:33 pm

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6/9/2006 11:25 am

OOPS, I did it again,.....and again, and again......


Geez, do you KNOW how nice it is to ACTUALLY have something going on in your life to write about? To come to the realization that my sex life is NOT dead, that my body still reacts to a man's touch, the way it did when I was younger and to cum with such intensity, I mean, weak in the knees, dizzy, "HOLY SHIT" intensity that I had given up for dead, many years ago.
I had to go see the trumpet player again. Watching him affected me in such a way that was very erotic to me. Watching him blow on that horn, and move those fingers sent shivers up my spine. At first, had other plans, but at last minute, decided to "JUST DO IT" and take the chance that he would for sure, be there, and that he wouldn't of found someone else to bring with him. When the band first started playing, he wasn't there, and I was really disappointed. But decided to sip on my drink slowly and stay for just a little while, to see if he showed up. After being there for awhile, I got a call. I couldn't hear it in the bar so ran out to hallway, and guess who was there, calling me. ONE of my many, "weak in the knees" moments for that night. I had wore my low cut "FUCK ME" shirt and sat as close to the stage as possible. I had asked him earlier if knowing that I was in audience, getting aroused from watching him would be distracting to him. If it was, he covered it well. So we talked a little in between sets, and decided that it was such a shame that there weren't any broom closets near by. I had to show SUCH restraint because what I WANTED to do is run up on stage, and start blowing him, while he was blowing his horn. By the time we left the bar, there was NO DOUBT what was going to happen at my place later. But the drive home, was the longest I've ever experienced. I just couldn't get home fast enough. I've found I can be quite aggressive, when I see something I want, and I wanted to fuck him, and suck him, and kiss him. We went to the bedroom where it was a blur of entangled bodies, and hot moaning breaths, and orgasm, after orgasm, after orgasm. I couldn't get enough of this man, but my body, not used to such treatment, was tender and sore from the intense fucking that I had to make him stop. "OKAY, just ONE more time," was the phrase of the night, knowing damn well I would pay for such abuse later on. As we rested, there would be a slight moan, with every breath he took, and I found that to be sssoooo "emotionally satisfying" (for lack of a better term). He reminded me of a contented cat, purring. He ravaged my body and gratified my mind as well, with his words and his mannerisms. I can't speak for him, but in my book, PATIENCE is a virtue and does pay well in the end.

easy_8 56M

4/23/2006 6:51 pm

WOW...lucky man


RUReady4me19689 48M

4/25/2006 11:16 am

I need to start playing the trumpet.


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