Ride Along  

rm_Simplysexy65 50F
870 posts
7/1/2006 7:57 pm

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7/2/2006 6:40 pm

Ride Along

He put his arms around me, and our lips met. I could sense his need, and it fueled my own hunger. As we kissed and touched he shivered in delight as I unbuttoned his shirt and wet my fingertips and circled his nipples, then playfully ran my fingers across his bulge. In turn he teased with his tongue along my lips and neck and his hands softly over my clothing until I was panting. He opened the front door and helped me out and we made our way to the back seat. He laid back and I straddled across him, he moaned in appreciation as I slid off my blouse and he helped me out of my bra. He cupped my breasts and drew them to his mouth, kissing first one then the other, nuzzling, caressing, until I couldn’t wait any longer. I slipped off my panties while he undid his pants. I raised my hips over him and lowed myself down taking him into me. He arched in response, shuddered in sheer bliss, cupped my ass and entered deep inside me. I playfully squeezed his nipples, tortured him a little by pulling my hips back until he was barely inside me, making him beg playfully for more. I loved the feel of him under me, and I felt an awesome rush of sensual prowess as he withered beneath me, moaning, shivering at the slightest touch, totally immersed in the passion of the moment. I started moving my hips a little faster, whispering to him, “you want to cum don’t you...you want me to keep pounding your cock deeper and deeper into me don’t you....” He cupped my ass, arched to meet my hips, moaning yes yes over and over, “please baby please you feel so good I’m ready to burst.” In response, I thrust my hips faster and faster, and with a part growl-moan-howl he shuddered in release as his cum flooded hot inside me.


somethingelse40 74M
14676 posts
7/2/2006 10:18 am

"The secret of being a good lover is not knowing when to stop."


rm_Simplysexy65 replies on 7/2/2006 2:12 pm:
Many lovers are motivated by desire for the body before they know
the character of the object of love; so it's unclear whether they'll wish to be friends after their desire has passed. But those who were not in love but were friends before the affair are more likely to remain your friends after the passion has decreased. It will also be better for your character to be persuaded by me instead of a lover.
For lovers flatter by praising you too much, out of fear of offending you and because their judgment is distorted by passion. And lovers exaggerate the pains and pleasures, complaining over nothing and praising nonsense, so that the beloved is to be pitied more than envied. But if you are persuaded by me, in my intercourse with you I'll consider not only present pleasure but also future benefit, not overcome by love but in control of myself and not becoming angry over small matters. I only become concerned over important issues; I'll forgive involuntary wrongs and try to prevent intentional ones; for these are the signs of a long-term friendship.
If you think friendship cannot be strong unless one is in love, you should realize that in that case we would not put much on sons or fathers or mothers nor would we have trusted friends we have gained
not through passion but from other associations.

somethingelse40 74M
14676 posts
7/2/2006 2:21 pm

Indeed the body figures prominently in the mind’s assessment; however, the love is a heart thing.


rm_Simplysexy65 replies on 7/2/2006 2:26 pm:
Oh love and/or relationships must be heart felt in order to last, but most men tend to involve the EGO....which in the end is destructive

somethingelse40 74M
14676 posts
7/2/2006 3:08 pm

Fatal EGO, huh, is it real or is it imaginary? “A time will come soon when you’ll lose all control of your body and mind … sleep well!” When I feel it in my gut, I say it's heart felt.


rm_Simplysexy65 replies on 7/2/2006 3:30 pm:
Do explain.....insanity? Ha! Sounds wonderful!

somethingelse40 74M
14676 posts
7/2/2006 5:47 pm

Insanity must obviously be an oxymoron of the nth degree.


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