<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589</id><updated>2011-07-28T08:44:03.794-07:00</updated><category term='discussion'/><category term='women'/><category term='sex'/><category term='condoms'/><category term='telephone fantasy'/><category term='pussy'/><category term='mushroom'/><category term='act of pleasure'/><category term='desire'/><category term='fulfillment'/><category term='MrX'/><category term='rendezvous'/><category term='opus'/><title type='text'>ღ☆✿Want You To Want Me✿☆ღ</title><subtitle type='html'>This journal chronicles my every day shenanigans and thoughts.
**WARNING: MAY CONTAIN ADULT CONTENTS. MUST BE OVER 18**</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>807</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-7260268622151214405</id><published>2009-11-06T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T11:21:13.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis the season for a flu</title><content type='html'>For now I have the light headed, sore throat, little coughs and body ache symptoms. I'm doing my best for it not to get any worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just noticed..the last time I posted was in February? Time sure flies!! Have I returned?? Will there be more juicy things to post?? Guess only time will tell...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-7260268622151214405?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/7260268622151214405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=7260268622151214405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/7260268622151214405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/7260268622151214405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2009/11/tis-season-for-flu.html' title='Tis the season for a flu'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-5219643904280067999</id><published>2009-02-18T13:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T13:47:36.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am baaaaack</title><content type='html'>Hopefully I will stay a bit longer..Did you miss me????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-5219643904280067999?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/5219643904280067999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=5219643904280067999&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/5219643904280067999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/5219643904280067999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-baaaaack.html' title='I am baaaaack'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-7029611460672395341</id><published>2009-01-26T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T16:42:00.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry..it's been awhile</title><content type='html'>Been busy with work..which is a good thing! Also been sick with the flu. It took a lot out of me, the energy. I had to cancel sex with &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sage&lt;/span&gt;. He was understanding and wanted me to be fully healthy so that I can enjoy the sex. At the moment, I am getting a rain check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am back but not quite back. If that makes sense? LOL Did ya miss me??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-7029611460672395341?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/7029611460672395341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=7029611460672395341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/7029611460672395341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/7029611460672395341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2009/01/sorryits-been-awhile.html' title='Sorry..it&apos;s been awhile'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-6760215786235483102</id><published>2009-01-06T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T22:53:22.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty talk (erotic stories)</title><content type='html'>Sexy and fun way to spend time with your lover. It provides new ideas and some mental stimulation. Storytelling and fantasizing can be told anywhere, in a car..phone..e-mail or in bed. Find a topic that suits you and your partner's fancy. Women prefer lots and lots of foreplay, especially those with such wicked imaginations. Not all stories have an ending or orgasm for those involved. It's just a tool to share sex without even physically touching one another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-6760215786235483102?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/6760215786235483102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=6760215786235483102&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/6760215786235483102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/6760215786235483102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2009/01/dirty-talk-erotic-stories.html' title='Dirty talk (erotic stories)'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-7606307073137576117</id><published>2009-01-04T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T17:27:03.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody Wants You</title><content type='html'>There is always someone who wants you. Nice song to dance on the bed, shaking the hips and ass!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/atZ_0Akm8h4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/atZ_0Akm8h4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-7606307073137576117?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/7606307073137576117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=7606307073137576117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/7606307073137576117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/7606307073137576117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2009/01/everybody-wants-you.html' title='Everybody Wants You'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-115924128818433016</id><published>2009-01-03T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T10:01:27.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Full body massage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4021/1734/1600/2494855468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4021/1734/200/2494855468.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dab of oil. Strong and firm hands on my shoulder and then on my nape. Working on the kinks and tension. Yes, the muscles are very tight but with hands like his, makes me let out a moan. His hands makes it way to my spine and then lower back. Using the palm of his hand, he focuses on the small of my back. Making my ass stick out just a bit. I can tell he is looking at my ass and having such dirty thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With one hand he keeps massaging but he reaches for something with the other. More oil. This time around my ass. I felt it dripping on my a-hole and pussy. His hand rubs my a-hole and my pussy. Uh oh? I felt my cheeks spread and his fingers were inside my pussy. Those muscles have not been worked on for a long time and needed special attention. More cries and moans. He stick a finger in my ass. Slowly and carefully. It felt weird at first but my body was so relax, I was enjoying this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my phone rings! DAMN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-115924128818433016?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/115924128818433016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=115924128818433016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/115924128818433016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/115924128818433016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2006/09/erotic-pics-for-posts.html' title='Full body massage'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-3114278311381062831</id><published>2009-01-01T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T14:49:06.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revelation</title><content type='html'>Since it's the first day of 2009. Those who have followed my blog, are aware that I rarely mention about my marriage..until NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do love my husband and he means the world to me. We kiss, hold hands, cuddle, playful touching, public affection and attentiveness. Sex doesn't seem to be appealing to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you might say, I want the best of both worlds. My real and secret life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-3114278311381062831?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/3114278311381062831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=3114278311381062831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/3114278311381062831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/3114278311381062831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2009/01/revelation.html' title='Revelation'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-2536822562954722328</id><published>2008-12-31T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T21:02:06.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good bye 2008</title><content type='html'>The New Year is upon us in less than 3 hours. What has happened? Well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Miles" came into my life. We've had great sex on 3 different meetings. Although we didn't see each other that often. We both live on different coasts. We hope 2009 has us meeting again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Opus" a good friend whom I have known for 3 years and I got to finally meet in person. That was the highlight of the year. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sage" my latest lover. Great friend and awesome lover. I have so much to learn from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chaste" another possible lover. Nice way to start the New Year, with he and I having sex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a safe and Happy New Year!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-2536822562954722328?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/2536822562954722328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=2536822562954722328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/2536822562954722328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/2536822562954722328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-bye-2008.html' title='Good bye 2008'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-8103821556109658779</id><published>2008-12-31T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T10:18:35.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What to wear?</title><content type='html'>Well I am sure &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sage&lt;/span&gt; would prefer me without clothes. I need to get something special for his birthday. Maybe buy some crotchless panties, for myself of course! I don't think they make them for men..do they? Okay, that is a scary scary visual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been meaning to get them, even when I was seeing Miles. Guess this can be my one of my New Year's resolution..crotchless panties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no..there will be no pictures of me in them.."wink"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-8103821556109658779?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/8103821556109658779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=8103821556109658779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/8103821556109658779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/8103821556109658779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-to-wear.html' title='What to wear?'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-83975535062883362</id><published>2008-12-31T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T10:13:33.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mouth full</title><content type='html'>Okay, I am eating a bagel with heavy peanut butter. I'm cracking up here and my cubicle neighbor is asking what is wrong? She can barely understand me but I managed to say "the woman at the deli put too much peanut butter" but it sounded like the adults from Charlie Brown. Muwaaah Muwaa Muwaaah..LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I type this..I am hoping my phone does not ring..cause I am not answer it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-83975535062883362?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/83975535062883362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=83975535062883362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/83975535062883362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/83975535062883362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/12/mouth-full.html' title='Mouth full'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-3461705453844556971</id><published>2008-12-30T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T11:15:22.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melt with you</title><content type='html'>Dedicated to all the men who have wanted me..Love this song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ugtFq1mJp0o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ugtFq1mJp0o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-3461705453844556971?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/3461705453844556971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=3461705453844556971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/3461705453844556971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/3461705453844556971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/12/melt-with-you.html' title='Melt with you'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-3793201668355943674</id><published>2008-12-30T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T09:35:11.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting topic on the radio</title><content type='html'>It's like a ghost town in the office. Listening to the radio, the topic was "Have you done the nasty at work?" It was funny to listen to the callers. I had to think..do they mean masturbating or REAL sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..personally. I have masturbated at work. At private areas. As for REAL sex..yes. I had sex in one of the office with a lover. Damn that was hot! Dangerous, risky but HOT!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-3793201668355943674?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/3793201668355943674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=3793201668355943674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/3793201668355943674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/3793201668355943674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/12/interesting-topic-on-radio.html' title='Interesting topic on the radio'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-3525861542951545176</id><published>2008-12-27T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T17:36:14.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inviting words</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Where are you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at the gym. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Can we meet sooner than my birthday?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Why, you can't wait until then? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;No, I want to meet sooner and then we can also meet for my birthday as well.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My my someone is very horny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Oh and I have to mention that, I'm completely shaved.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You meeting someone for sex? &lt;br /&gt;He then says I was hoping to fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;"smiles" &lt;br /&gt;Well, I can't. Be a good boy and wait.&lt;br /&gt;He says "okay but I really wish I could pound you right now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Military Guy&lt;/span&gt; (MG)&lt;br /&gt;He and I have been trying to set up a meeting. He has been on active duty, scheduling is not easy. When it comes to chatting, he seems a bit occupied. Could be that he types slow or he is chatting with others. He does like talking on the phone and the guy is talkative. Great sense of humor, cute smile and he has this subtle southern accent. He laughs because he is originally from California. I guess it's his voice. We exchanged pictures and first words out of his mouth..you are "F-in" hot! Last night it was unanimous, he wanted to have sex with me. We've been conversing for while now and in the beginning, he knew he was attracted to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Miles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received an e-mail from him. He misses me and has been busy with work. Every time he masturbates and cums, his thoughts of us, fucking like wild animals. He wants to do it again soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chatted briefly. He was visiting his parents. I was in his thoughts and he wants to have sex with me so badly. Yes, I want to see him as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very interesting 4 day weekend...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-3525861542951545176?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/3525861542951545176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=3525861542951545176&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/3525861542951545176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/3525861542951545176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/12/inviting-words.html' title='Inviting words'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-425946299210425001</id><published>2008-12-24T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T13:03:07.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Stocking Stuffer</title><content type='html'>Saw this at a bookstore..Pretty cool calendar but I doubt I can have this on my desk at work. It's a desk calendar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51dRtSr4TgL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51dRtSr4TgL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-425946299210425001?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/425946299210425001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=425946299210425001&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/425946299210425001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/425946299210425001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/12/great-stocking-stuffer.html' title='Great Stocking Stuffer'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-7560041443024659065</id><published>2008-12-24T10:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T10:40:07.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not ready to close..just yet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFcgn5OysCs/SVJ-SP-ImLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/it17RYLV3Z0/s1600-h/sage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFcgn5OysCs/SVJ-SP-ImLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/it17RYLV3Z0/s200/sage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283424164848900274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He texts me, "Hope you are okay. Didn't mean to scare you away. I am sorry." Taking my good friend Opus's advice, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sage&lt;/span&gt; and I had a discussion. I told him what I was feeling and we came to some agreement. He then coos "you need a good pounding for being such a tease". And you will be the one doing the pounding while I receive it? This got him hard very quickly. LOL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His birthday is next month. We are meeting for dinner. As for sex? We did have a great and fun time whenever we do it. He has made it clear that he misses me and us having sex. It's only been a few weeks since we last fucked. Dang, men get so horny! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to close the chapter on him at the moment, we shall see what exciting sexual adventures the future will hold for us....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-7560041443024659065?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/7560041443024659065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=7560041443024659065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/7560041443024659065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/7560041443024659065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-ready-to-closejust-yet.html' title='Not ready to close..just yet'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFcgn5OysCs/SVJ-SP-ImLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/it17RYLV3Z0/s72-c/sage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-6406075642256135081</id><published>2008-12-24T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T09:08:05.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishful thoughts..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2191/2121370558_704aa44570_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 192px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2191/2121370558_704aa44570_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I sit here at my desk. The soft patter of the rain and listening to Christmas songs. Families traveling from afar to visit their loved ones. The streets are quiet, not a car or hustle and bustle of people walking. Everyone seems to be still in bed, everyone but me. I’m the lucky one who is working. “smiles” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exchanges of “Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays and Season’s Greeting” as you cross paths with people. There is joy and happiness in the air. After my morning run, I reflected on this year. My blog is doing well. I still have my friends whom I were fans of my blog and made some new ones as well. One very special friend who is also a blogger, I got to meet in person. Lovers came and went and a few remain as friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..from me to you..&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Happy Holidays&lt;/span&gt; to all! May all your wishes come true. Be safe. Please don’t drink and drive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-6406075642256135081?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/6406075642256135081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=6406075642256135081&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/6406075642256135081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/6406075642256135081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/12/wishful-thoughts.html' title='Wishful thoughts..'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2191/2121370558_704aa44570_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-2493957180923897535</id><published>2008-12-23T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T06:47:56.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closeness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Playing the piano means happiness, especially when my thoughts are of you. It's a mood indicator. When things aren't going well at home, there is a longing to be with you. When it's time for bed, I wish it was with you. &lt;/span&gt; ~Chaste~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In just jeans and a bra. Longing in their eyes. He kisses her ever so sweetly and softly kissing the middle of her neck and works his way down to her chest, just above the crease of her breasts. She unclasps her bra and removes it. He buries his face between her breasts. Then turning his face on the side, he lays it there. Letting out a moan of happiness and contentment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can't help but hold him and run her fingers through his soft hair. He did not move and it felt so good, just holding him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the stress at home just disappeared. He felt safe in her arms. Her kisses were warm and inviting. Her skin was soft and smooth. She smelled so sweet. He dreamed about this moment and now it's REAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, they did not have sex but this is just the beginning to something much much more....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3296/2687417152_a813010d08_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 175px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3296/2687417152_a813010d08_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-2493957180923897535?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/2493957180923897535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=2493957180923897535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/2493957180923897535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/2493957180923897535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/12/closeness.html' title='Closeness'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3296/2687417152_a813010d08_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-7894449467728357274</id><published>2008-12-23T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T10:42:19.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Modest and a flirt</title><content type='html'>He comes off as shy but not when it comes to sex. He is open, honest and curious. He has sheeps, so I shall name him &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lamb Chop&lt;/span&gt; (LC). Best of all he has a great sense of humor. Making me laugh and smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We discuss sex. It's not all cyber. Mostly flirting. Things we both enjoy. Our fantasies. Desires. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we ask questions. Like..are you quiet during sex? "His response was..it depends on the mood and he uses the body to communicate based upon reactions." By touch? Motion? Movement? "Yes, by pulse, breathing and expressions. The eyes give pretty much everything away. Just to let you know, I can't sit correctly right now. This is turning me on, talks like this."  It seems I have a knack to give him a boner..LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said a statement that I've heard before.."Women are not usually as visually stimulated like men." Which is true, women are more mentally stimulated. I personally prefer BOTH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-7894449467728357274?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/7894449467728357274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=7894449467728357274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/7894449467728357274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/7894449467728357274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/12/modest-and-flirt.html' title='Modest and a flirt'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-1100992107865296144</id><published>2008-12-22T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T20:15:31.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Things did not turn out right&lt;br /&gt;Pleasuring and exploring &lt;br /&gt;That was one amazing night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggestions were discussed&lt;br /&gt;Causing a bit of a fuss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was awkwardness&lt;br /&gt;Silence and distance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't find the right words to say&lt;br /&gt;Making me to just want to pull away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both missing one another&lt;br /&gt;Will we be together again, my lover?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-1100992107865296144?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/1100992107865296144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=1100992107865296144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/1100992107865296144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/1100992107865296144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/12/things-did-not-turn-out-right.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-6160185198978322254</id><published>2008-12-20T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T22:15:15.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ride em</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Facing Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting straight up. With great posture, the breasts stick out a bit. Can't help but gently massage your pelvic. She clenches her pussy as she feels him get harder. Positioning herself, she sways her hip to the left, then stops in the middle and sways to the right and then the middle. Grinding and thrusting in a slow motion. She can feel a sensation in her clit and continues to do this as it grows making it feel oh so good. Cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples, feeling the head of his cock tapping her cervix. Her hips dig deeper and to get more intensity. She lays her hand on his tummy and begins to pump harder, deeper and quicker. She can't help but touch her ass. Her breasts bounce as she rode...like a good cowgirl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3012/2570933976_448df508da_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 166px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3012/2570933976_448df508da_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Facing Away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She climbs on board. This time her back is facing him. Strong shoulders, shapely curves and a oh so nice ass. He spanks it and she lets out a shriek "not yet baby". She can't help but arch her ass. With hands on his leg, she grinds her hips in a back and forth motion. Now this position is great for him because he can see his cock disappear in her pussy. Literally her sweet ass is in his face. He wastes no time, rubbing and smacking it. She leans back against his chest. He grabs her breasts as she rides him hard, pounding on his erect cock. Feeling the deep thrusts, as the head bangs her cervix. Her legs bent and spread wide open. He grabs her legs, lifting her in mid air as he holds her in place and in quick thrust, he starts fucking that sweet pussy hard. She moans in delight and to stimulate her even more and ignite the passion. She reaches down and rubs her clit. Moaning and crying out, he tells her "ride this stallion my good lil filly!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2271/2108772106_5f1fdbe1fe_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 171px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2271/2108772106_5f1fdbe1fe_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-6160185198978322254?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/6160185198978322254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=6160185198978322254&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/6160185198978322254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/6160185198978322254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/12/ride-em.html' title='Ride em'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3012/2570933976_448df508da_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-4732107265048458103</id><published>2008-12-19T10:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T10:21:56.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfort</title><content type='html'>We find comfort in all walks of life. It can be food, wine/alcohol or from another human being. To find a moral and emotional strength from someone who intrigues us in a sexual and sensual nature. Countless texting, cybering and phone sex. Stimulating the mind and touching your inner soul. To have someone be able to arouse and send a thrill through your body, making you catch your breath with every word and detail. Leaving you wanting and craving more. It is not just all about sex. There is a bond, friendship. Sharing your inner thoughts, needs, pains and frustrations on a personal level. A stranger who enters your life and in an instant, a CONNECTION. As days, weeks, months go by. The attraction and his cock (LOL) grows and grows....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-4732107265048458103?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/4732107265048458103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=4732107265048458103&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/4732107265048458103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/4732107265048458103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/12/comfort.html' title='Comfort'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-267490238900655539</id><published>2008-12-18T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T21:58:13.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Married Virgin</title><content type='html'>No..that is not ME! My latest conquest is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Chaste&lt;/span&gt;. Talkative guy, when it comes to texting and the phone. But in person, he says he is a bit shy. Not sure how to be with other women besides his wife. Only dated, had sex with one woman and that is wife. And like most of us who feel neglected and lacking the sex in our marriages. He had an affair. Even that was not sexually satisfying for him. He wants more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is where I come in. He saw my profile on "Philanderers." We share a few interests. He's right, if there is a topic that he feels comfortable discussing..he rambles! I politely stop him or he notices it and apologizes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole meeting other women is new to him. FRESH and pretty exciting. He's eager to learn and hopes that I can teach him. Honestly, I am really not much of a "teacher".&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Having sex comes naturally and from the desire and passion within you. Most importantly both people must want it and there has to be a strong attraction. Be open with your partner. Share fantasies and try different things. Most importantly just have fun and enjoy....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-267490238900655539?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/267490238900655539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=267490238900655539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/267490238900655539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/267490238900655539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/12/married-virgin.html' title='Married Virgin'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-8629273551255892622</id><published>2008-12-17T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T22:02:32.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Satisfaction NOT Guaranteed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2085/2517763974_206197b411_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 159px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2085/2517763974_206197b411_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's great to have SEX&lt;br /&gt;To have passionate uncontrollable sex&lt;br /&gt;With someone other than your spouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is it fulfilling?&lt;br /&gt;Do you want that person badly?&lt;br /&gt;Count the minutes until you meet?&lt;br /&gt;Does that person put a smile on your face when you are apart?&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel a rush of warmth through your body as you think of your lover?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Sage&lt;/span&gt;, it was just sex. After the dirty deed was done, we went our separate ways. It was good but not quite...satisfying. Guess that is why I am feeling the way I am feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few men in the wings, who are possible candidates for my search for that "perfect" lover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-8629273551255892622?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/8629273551255892622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=8629273551255892622&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/8629273551255892622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/8629273551255892622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/12/satisfaction-not-guaranteed.html' title='Satisfaction NOT Guaranteed'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2085/2517763974_206197b411_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-2320715382416753132</id><published>2008-12-17T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T08:43:56.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day After</title><content type='html'>Guilty? Yes&lt;br /&gt;Why? Never told a lover good bye. Lovers usually leave me.&lt;br /&gt;Is it good bye? Maybe&lt;br /&gt;Happy? About decision..yea&lt;br /&gt;Wise choice? Think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why can't I shake this feeling....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-2320715382416753132?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/2320715382416753132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=2320715382416753132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/2320715382416753132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/2320715382416753132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-after.html' title='Day After'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-9153747598091557632</id><published>2008-12-16T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T22:07:18.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last hurrah?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sage&lt;/span&gt; and I met for sex of course. It was a learning experience. I've never sucked a guy with him on top of me on all fours as I was under. It was awkward for me so he laid on his back while I sucked him off. Following his instructions, him being the dominant and me being the submissive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore a black lace bra, lace panty and black thigh high nylons. Which got him so aroused and pleased. At the foot of the bed, he stood behind me and rubbed his cock against me as he fondled my breasts as well. I felt him get hard and he slides inside. Damn he felt so good and pussy welcomed him! He slides back and forth. I had to tip toe because he was taller than me and we wanted to get the right angle. I kept moaning and screaming as he dominates me with words of authority. I follow as told...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did doggie with me on my tummy. Then missionary. He ate me out and of course I sucked him off. He fingered my pussy several times and he felt me cum and heard me as well. I had to ask him permission to cum. And boy did I cum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we had sex he kept talking to me about a certain topic. And during this conversation something distracted, annoyed me and suddenly I felt uncomfortable. My energy became tamed. He sensed this. We kissed and touched. But he knew something was wrong. We talked a little about what was going through my mind. I came to the decision right there, that we can't continue. He was a bit hurt but understanding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He held and he kissed me with affection instead of lust or desire. I needed time to think things out. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sage&lt;/span&gt; asked will I still hear from you or will you disappear out of my life? Of course we will still be friends, I told him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-9153747598091557632?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/9153747598091557632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=9153747598091557632&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/9153747598091557632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/9153747598091557632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-hurrah.html' title='Last hurrah?'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-943721663898931924</id><published>2008-12-15T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T20:46:02.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Meat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2389/2307661280_52f8b563a1_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 229px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2389/2307661280_52f8b563a1_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lean legs?&lt;br /&gt;Tasty thighs?&lt;br /&gt;Round rump?&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful breasts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby..you need a good pounding! What am I some kind of meat? Yes..you need to be tenderized and I have just the thing to do the job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-943721663898931924?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/943721663898931924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=943721663898931924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/943721663898931924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/943721663898931924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/12/favorite-meat.html' title='Favorite Meat'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2389/2307661280_52f8b563a1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-141065915098488186</id><published>2008-12-13T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:59:56.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curiousity</title><content type='html'>Watching and learning carefully to what I say and do. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sage&lt;/span&gt; seems to try and bring out my inner sexuality. Am I innocent or is there a wild side to me? And how can he bring that side of me out. Slowly he suggests a few things. Seeing if I will agree or not. There are a few things that he has not done and would like to. Well, only time will tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-141065915098488186?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/141065915098488186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=141065915098488186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/141065915098488186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/141065915098488186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/12/curiousity.html' title='Curiousity'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-3803642139498953324</id><published>2008-12-13T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:32:01.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Call</title><content type='html'>Phone rings..scream for me baby! This is going to be short call..so it's a quickie. Instead, I moaned in a sexy tone "fuck me". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentally I am way ahead of you babe. Eating u first my dear. You must be horny? Naturally! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was suppose to be a "quick" call, ended up with him shooting a load and me using my toy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams everyone....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-3803642139498953324?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/3803642139498953324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=3803642139498953324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/3803642139498953324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/3803642139498953324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/12/quick-call.html' title='Quick Call'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-7466777947667794791</id><published>2008-12-11T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:37:03.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just few more minutes..</title><content type='html'>Tough day at work. Tough workout at the gym. Got home. Threw stuff on the couch. Stripped down the clothes. Laying here on the bed naked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the ceiling. My ached in places I never knew existed. Phone rings. My mind is telling body to it up but no movement. It will go to voice mail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glance over to the clock..Oh god I don't want to move! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay...I need to sit up. Now if I need to get my ass from this bed and manage to walk to the kitchen..come legs, lets start walking!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to walk to the jacuzzi and relax the muscles...oh yea!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-7466777947667794791?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/7466777947667794791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=7466777947667794791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/7466777947667794791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/7466777947667794791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-few-more-minutes.html' title='Just few more minutes..'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-6824160490660130243</id><published>2008-12-10T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:44:18.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He kisses like a "cold fish"</title><content type='html'>I was playing through my mind how to describe how &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;iRON Man&lt;/span&gt; kissed. And that is how he kisses. He puckers up and gives me this soft peck on my lips. I am like WTF?? I told him you can kiss better than that can't you? So he tells me, why don't you show me how you kiss. I did but his mouth never responded or did anything. I was able to get a "Mmmm" from him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He still wants to keep in touch and wants me to call him every now and then. I did call him last night but he was busy and couldn't talk. Really not sure where this is leading to....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-6824160490660130243?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/6824160490660130243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=6824160490660130243&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/6824160490660130243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/6824160490660130243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/12/he-kisses-like-cold-fish.html' title='He kisses like a &quot;cold fish&quot;'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-3987759152496121524</id><published>2008-12-06T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T22:29:20.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing week..Kissed 3 men..Had sex with 1 of the 3</title><content type='html'>My my..I had a busy week. Besides work getting hectic, which is not a bad thing. I met 2 new men and had sex with my "lover" Sage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;iRON Man&lt;/span&gt; sent me an e-mail, saying it was a pleasure meeting me in person. He wants me to give him a call because he would like to speak to me. Sure we can be friends. But I don't see it going any further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Late Bloomer&lt;/span&gt; aka LB. This one doesn't have that much experience when it comes to sex. He and his wife have vanilla sex..plain and simple stuff. We met and kissed. He's very shy and again has not quite dated that many women in his life. The kiss felt GOOD. We are planning to see each other again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sage &lt;/span&gt;(I wrote a post about our latest tryst). He seem preoccupied. I'm not sure when we will hook up again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-3987759152496121524?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/3987759152496121524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=3987759152496121524&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/3987759152496121524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/3987759152496121524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/12/amazing-weekkissed-3-menhad-sex-with-1.html' title='Amazing week..Kissed 3 men..Had sex with 1 of the 3'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-2867761404263223521</id><published>2008-12-05T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T21:58:26.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Sex In An Hour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/48/403362450_5749dd077b_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 169px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/48/403362450_5749dd077b_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was freshening up and walked out of the bathroom. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sage&lt;/span&gt; was on the couch NAKED and with a hard on! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone buzzes, its my husband. He's leaving in an 30 minutes and his drive home is about hour with the exception of traffic. I look at &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sage&lt;/span&gt; and said "quick we need to fuck NOW! We ran into the bedroom and got down to business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suck me my mistress and I did as told. Focusing on the head, with my tongue rubbing underneath, giving it a nice massage and fondling his balls. Damn did he get hard. He had me go on all "fours". Kissing my ass as he fingers me from behind, getting my pussy nice and wet. I felt the head of his cock slide in but in the hole. I'm like what the heck? He was able to go in my pussy but wasn't able to get in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pressure was too intense. We both started to get frustrated. Ok ok woman, get on your back. He climbs on top and orders me to put his cock inside. Again I do as told. Damn woman you are so beautiful and very very tight. Oh gawd you are so fucking tight! He was right, I was. His chest was above my face, so I ended up leaning closer and kissing his chest. He liked that. I wasn't wet enough but he did feel good. He pulled out and began eating me like crazy. Making me squeal in delight! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I became wet, he started fucking me quick thrusts and deeper. While he did this, I was playing with his nipples with my fingers, which he truly enjoyed. We both weren't able to cum and again we were being rushed here. So we cuddle and he spoons me. He starts fingering me and we are kissing. He had his index finger massaging my clit, his middle finger "the F finger" massaging my soft pink lips and two fingers inside my pussy. I was like holy shit!!! At the same time I am getting aroused and come to think of it..I came! I wanted to moan and scream but his mouth was over mine kissing me passionately. That was one fabulous orgasm and kiss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to cum too, so he asked me if I wanted him to masturbate and watch. Yes, I even helped him out. As he started stroking, he commanded me to fondle his balls gently. What are you thinking lover? I asked him. My cock in your pussy he says as he starts to breath heavier. Yea, does my pussy feel good master? Yes yes my mistress oh god yes I want to fuck you baby! We kissed as I can feel him climaxing. When he did cum, he moaned in my mouth. He shot his cum on his stomach and in my hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both looked at the time. I cleaned up and gave him a quick kiss and I was out the door. Although it was a "quickie" the sex was awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-2867761404263223521?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/2867761404263223521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=2867761404263223521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/2867761404263223521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/2867761404263223521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/12/quick-sex-in-hour.html' title='Quick Sex In An Hour'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/48/403362450_5749dd077b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-3605947173486801776</id><published>2008-12-02T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T21:05:35.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's like playing checkers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3087/2615047631_cf70fd84c2_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 226px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3087/2615047631_cf70fd84c2_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like the battle of wits and minds. Getting a feel of your opponent. Strong points? Weakness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iRON Man and I met for coffee. It was a bit awkward. He kept looking at me, not in a creepy way. Then there was this woman sitting near me and he kept staring or glancing at her. I found it a bit annoying. We had a nice conversation but I felt WEIRD? Not comfortable at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would touch my hand or put his hand on my leg. Again I felt a bit uncomfortable. I had a stressful afternoon and meeting him probably is the reason why I was a bit nervous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was more to this but I have had a crazy hectic day and honestly there wasn't a connection. We talked more in the car and he admitted that as we were sitting at the coffee place, that he was ready to jump my bones! I was flattered but again I felt awkward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kissed me but..it was a NICE kiss. I am not really attracted to him. He is smart but I don't feel a sexual attraction. He kind of sensed it....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-3605947173486801776?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/3605947173486801776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=3605947173486801776&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/3605947173486801776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/3605947173486801776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-like-playing-checkers.html' title='It&apos;s like playing checkers'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3087/2615047631_cf70fd84c2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-3054479987064702736</id><published>2008-11-29T11:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T12:04:46.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Makes me want to just SCREAM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2368/2462157318_d5ece40a76_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 166px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2368/2462157318_d5ece40a76_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know next week will be a busy one. I am meeting &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;iRON Man&lt;/span&gt;, "R" (I rescheduled with him for the following week), &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sage&lt;/span&gt; and a new guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get an e-mail this morning from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Miles&lt;/span&gt;, he wants to fuck on the same day I am meeting &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;iRon Man&lt;/span&gt;. That is when I started to scream in disappointment and frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Miles&lt;/span&gt; is a good fuck. Because of my work schedule and him arriving, we won't be able to hook up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get, one moment I can't find a guy to have sex with and here I have 4 or 5 men who want to see me. Geeeeesh! Well, I shouldn't complain should I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-3054479987064702736?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/3054479987064702736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=3054479987064702736&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/3054479987064702736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/3054479987064702736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/11/makes-me-want-to-just-scream.html' title='Makes me want to just SCREAM!'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2368/2462157318_d5ece40a76_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-3167621781389473145</id><published>2008-11-28T17:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T17:55:17.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Urge</title><content type='html'>Likes enough to kiss&lt;br /&gt;That is a guarantee&lt;br /&gt;Even if it does not go further&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Baby steps one step at a time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would love for it to go further&lt;br /&gt;Just a kiss..at the minimum&lt;br /&gt;Hug first and then that KISS&lt;br /&gt;Most definitely want, desire, must have KISS&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2053/2264794651_8ee1d0f7b7_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2053/2264794651_8ee1d0f7b7_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-3167621781389473145?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/3167621781389473145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=3167621781389473145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/3167621781389473145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/3167621781389473145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/11/urge.html' title='The Urge'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2053/2264794651_8ee1d0f7b7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-3600980114766726531</id><published>2008-11-26T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T17:30:32.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this a dream? Meeting 3 men next week..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;iRON Man: He is the one that I wrote about on my &lt;a href="http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/11/intrigued.html"&gt;Intrigued&lt;/a&gt; post. He participates in triathlons and is in great shape. Loves going to the theater, into literature and has an intellectual mind. We are meeting for coffee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"R" sorry I can't think of a name for him..LOL I've known him for awhile. Not really attracted to him. If any, we are friends. I canceled on him twice and tried to avoid his questions of us meeting. What do I have to lose? He and I are meeting for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sage&lt;/span&gt; and I are meeting for SEX of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I am meeting them on different days and time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3029/2832038152_b2baed997b_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 212px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3029/2832038152_b2baed997b_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-3600980114766726531?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/3600980114766726531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=3600980114766726531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/3600980114766726531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/3600980114766726531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/11/is-this-dream-meeting-3-men-next-week.html' title='Is this a dream? Meeting 3 men next week..'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3029/2832038152_b2baed997b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-1479252445649708126</id><published>2008-11-23T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T07:43:23.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Full of energy</title><content type='html'>I woke up with a burst of energy and I feel like...RUNNING! So, I am dressed and ready to go! Work and "secret" life has been stressing me. But I've also been very very happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I better get going. It's freezing outside..43 degrees, but not for long with my warm body. TOODLES!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-1479252445649708126?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/1479252445649708126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=1479252445649708126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/1479252445649708126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/1479252445649708126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/11/full-of-energy.html' title='Full of energy'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-2528029892381061150</id><published>2008-11-22T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T17:43:59.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intrigued</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3027/2920924613_8213b80bbb_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 188px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3027/2920924613_8213b80bbb_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Browsing, made first contact&lt;br /&gt;Response was received, "let's meet for coffee"&lt;br /&gt;Bold move, anxious?&lt;br /&gt;Few e-mails exchanged &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of town trips&lt;br /&gt;Recent e-mail "call me if you can"&lt;br /&gt;Without any hesitation, phone rings&lt;br /&gt;It was a voice like no other..MESMERIZING "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Words were exchanged and a conversation was established&lt;br /&gt;So..when are we meeting for that coffee?? "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is..DIFFERENT&lt;br /&gt;No mention of sex&lt;br /&gt;Just two people getting to know one another&lt;br /&gt;No expectations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later....THINKING &lt;br /&gt;Intellectual, cultural, athletic&lt;br /&gt;Smart, well-mannered and a quirky sense of humor "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Fascinated to know more..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-2528029892381061150?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/2528029892381061150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=2528029892381061150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/2528029892381061150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/2528029892381061150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/11/intrigued.html' title='Intrigued'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3027/2920924613_8213b80bbb_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-4933607973306443115</id><published>2008-11-20T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T22:14:21.456-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pussy'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Feeling the softness&lt;br /&gt;Running fingers in the clean shaven area&lt;br /&gt;Oh how smooth it feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a finger&lt;br /&gt;Sliding it inside&lt;br /&gt;There is a..PROBLEM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She won't let it in&lt;br /&gt;She does not open up&lt;br /&gt;She does not want a finger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wants to be teased&lt;br /&gt;She wants a wet warm tongue&lt;br /&gt;She wants to feel it run up and down &lt;br /&gt;She wants to be tongued FUCKED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then...&lt;br /&gt;She wants not ONE but Two &lt;br /&gt;She wants long THICK manly fingers&lt;br /&gt;She wants to feel it go deep inside&lt;br /&gt;She wants it slow, deep and then thick thrusts&lt;br /&gt;She wants to be awaken with pleasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further more..&lt;br /&gt;She wants a nice round head&lt;br /&gt;She wants it to slowly push in&lt;br /&gt;She wants to be stretched&lt;br /&gt;She wants to tense up tight around a nice HARD cock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wants to have a deep, quick, thrusting massage&lt;br /&gt;She wants a pounding of the sexual kind&lt;br /&gt;She wants to drip with wetness&lt;br /&gt;She wants to ride the wave of orgasmic ecstasy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-4933607973306443115?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/4933607973306443115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=4933607973306443115&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/4933607973306443115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/4933607973306443115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/11/feeling-softness-running-fingers-in.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-3556730013409310437</id><published>2008-11-18T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T06:53:53.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply Sensational Sexual Sensual SEX</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3100/2609504479_70bc455ef4_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 177px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3100/2609504479_70bc455ef4_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were both nervous the first time. Tonight's was different. There was tenderness in our touches. Especially from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sage&lt;/span&gt;. I kissed him with passion and he noticed the difference. Letting out a soft moan as we kissed. Which got me turned on. We lay naked and talking. He takes my hand and places it on his cock. Guess he is hinting to me to do something? I gently caress it and fondle his balls with my nails which got him so aroused. His face is close to my ear and he whispers "Mmmm that feels so good, keep doing it." He stops me and says "go on fours". Teasingly, I said NO as I sit up. Okay, then suck my cock as he reaches over and tweaks my nipple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stroke his cock and began sucking. He takes my hair and holds it up so he gets a better view of me sucking him.  His cock felt so good in my mouth, I totally devoured it. My head bobbing up and down. Take as much as I can of him. You like sucking cock huh? It took me awhile to respond because I had a mouth full of "meat". I pulled up for hair and said YES. And continued to suck his beautiful cock. He reaches over and starts fingering me. Which got me so aroused, I pulled my mouth away because I didn't want to bite down on his cock..OUCH! Don't worry I did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was hard as a rock and he tells me "lay on tummy, let me fuck you from behind". I do as told and he slides in. Oh my god, he felt so snug and oh so good as he went inside. I heard him say "oh my god you are so so tight in this position". He was enjoying the feeling and sensation and so was I. I kept moaning "oh fuck oh fuck yes yes holy fuck oh my gawd fuck oh fucking shit." He asked me "you want to slow or fast baby?" Slow first and once my moans and soft groans picked up, so did he. He put both of his hands on my back pushing my ass up giving him an angle that he could work with. And work he DID! Talk about pounding. Once he got the right position and rhythm, there was no stopping him. Damn it felt so good, feeling his cock hitting my cervix. I am like "yes yes right there keep fucking me oh holy fuck yes yes and my pussy tenses up as it is about to cum, then he slips out. He went back in and continued to pound the hell out of my pussy. Once I am about to cum, again he slips out. Third time, he went back in and I came and my my it felt oh so good. Then he slips out because my pussy tightened up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew he wanted to cum badly and so he tells me to lay back. Put me inside and I do. He felt so snug inside after all that fucking and pounding. We look into each other's eyes and he tells me I am beautiful. Kisses my forehead and continues to bump and grind inside. My legs are spread wide and up in the air. Damn it felt so fucking fucking GREAT! My pussy starts to quiver and my inner thighs begin to shake. He knew that I was going to cum because he saw it in my eyes. Somewhere in the moment of passion, he says "yes yes cum for me my bitch!" I let out this deep moan and I felt my juices drip as I came. It was his turn and wow, his body shook and he let out a moan so out of control he laid on my chest shaking in my arms. We kissed and held each other. Talk about an adrenaline rush. Our bodies full of sex sweat. He lays on top of me and I feel his weight on my chest, which makes it tough for me to breath and then I looked at him in the eyes "you called me a bitch??" I gave him a quick spank on his ass. He smiles, you know you like it when I called you that and besides you came didn't you. I just gave him this sexy wink and he kisses me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wrist was hurting, so I took his hand and started massaging it. Hmmm that feels good, you do this to all your lovers? I told him not really. As I massage his wrist and hand, I sucking his finger sensually. Oh my, I like that. We kissed. His pulled my hair away from my face and softly caressed my cheek. I kissed his chest and his neck. This was our tender moment. A lot of touching, kissing, caressing and just enjoying one another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was laying on my back and he was on his side. We were still talking and suddenly I take the palm of my left hand, rubbing it over my nipple. He watches as I enjoy the feeling. Taking the other hand I do the same thing on my other nipple. This is now turning him on, especially when I let out this soft breath. I shaved this morning so I took a hand and placed it between my legs. Feeling the softness and being "clean shaven" down there. I could not help but finger my clit. He glances over and places his face on my shoulder, whispering in my ear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it feel good? "Yes" You like rubbing that clit, feeling its wetness and hardness, don't you my good girl. "uh huh" That's my girl, she knows how to pleasure herself. My good girl, yes yes you are such a good girl. "Mmmm"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I move my finger from the clit to the lips, he could hear my sweetness and his sweet sensual words of encouragement got me in the mood. I continued to play with myself and then I started finger fucking my pussy. My body loving every touch. MY TOUCH! I knew I could cum, but I wanted to savor and enjoy each thrill that I could get. He was enjoying this as well. Suddenly I felt my clit tense up, deep deep pressure on my groin got so intense, then I felt my lips contract and yes softly "kiss" my finger. My cries and moans were in sync with my finger fucking my pussy and then rubbing my clit and lips in rotation. Building up the climax and him whispering sweet nothings in my ear, I came and he held me tight "cum baby cum for me like a good good girl". The rush is felt through my body and I ended up shaking in his arms. I felt his arms hold me tighter. He turns my face to his and kisses me tenderly. How many times did you cum baby? I put up "3" fingers and I look at him with a big smile. That's my girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-3556730013409310437?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/3556730013409310437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=3556730013409310437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/3556730013409310437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/3556730013409310437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/11/simply-sensational-sensual-sexual-sex.html' title='Simply Sensational Sexual Sensual SEX'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3100/2609504479_70bc455ef4_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-2386237464705747229</id><published>2008-11-17T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T21:32:54.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Booty call</title><content type='html'>He was worried&lt;br /&gt;But happy to hear my voice&lt;br /&gt;Was it ok? He asks&lt;br /&gt;Uh it was AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;Do you still want to fuck? I ask&lt;br /&gt;His response HELL YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when can we fuck again?&lt;br /&gt;Well..I am out of town at the moment&lt;br /&gt;When are you coming back he asks in an anxious voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying not to talk that loud, hoping no one is listening&lt;br /&gt;Not sure I told him&lt;br /&gt;But it looks like we are hooking up again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-2386237464705747229?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/2386237464705747229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=2386237464705747229&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/2386237464705747229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/2386237464705747229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/11/booty-call.html' title='Booty call'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-7314873675892883681</id><published>2008-11-15T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T06:58:39.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Did it take so long to have sex?&lt;br /&gt;Paranoid was his theory&lt;br /&gt;First time meeting, he knew&lt;br /&gt;He felt the attraction&lt;br /&gt;She did as well but HESITANT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He waited like a wild beast&lt;br /&gt;Waiting on his prey&lt;br /&gt;Watching and observing&lt;br /&gt;Never letting it go from his sight&lt;br /&gt;Circling and waiting&lt;br /&gt;Taunting and teasing with sexual innuendos&lt;br /&gt;Until the prey takes the bait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he pounces &lt;br /&gt;Wrapping his arms around it&lt;br /&gt;The prey wiggles, squirms to try and resist&lt;br /&gt;And the "beast" continues to over cum it&lt;br /&gt;Until the prey resists and gives in&lt;br /&gt;Finally the "beast" devours it and feasts on the prey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-7314873675892883681?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/7314873675892883681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=7314873675892883681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/7314873675892883681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/7314873675892883681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/11/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-2573654429840665192</id><published>2008-11-12T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:18:38.022-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opus'/><title type='text'>His fingers..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/48/155916610_6d48dff191_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/48/155916610_6d48dff191_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Longing to touch and stimulate&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lays on the bed on her tummy&lt;br /&gt;He sits behind her and takes a finger&lt;br /&gt;Outlining her butt crack&lt;br /&gt;Making its way down to her pussy&lt;br /&gt;Feeling it slide in &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her body reacts, making her wet&lt;br /&gt;His finger slides in and out&lt;br /&gt;She starts to hum as she enjoys the feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He slides another finger, there are two inside her&lt;br /&gt;She squirms a little and she tightens her muscles&lt;br /&gt;He feels it around his fingers&lt;br /&gt;Pushing in and out, her moist wetness covering his fingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels good to her&lt;br /&gt;He pushes in deeper, finding her cervix&lt;br /&gt;The pussy gets tighter&lt;br /&gt;And she moves up &lt;br /&gt;He pushes deeper hitting her g-spot&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god she gasps&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She moves her hip a little&lt;br /&gt;Trying to push his finger out&lt;br /&gt;And hoping not to cum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He does not resist and continues to push&lt;br /&gt;Tapping her g-spot and again it felt so fucking good!&lt;br /&gt;She tried to move and reposition herself&lt;br /&gt;But he kept working on that spot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was loving it and he knew it&lt;br /&gt;Those fingers..oh my goodness!&lt;br /&gt;They were up close and personal with her cervix&lt;br /&gt;He spreads them just a little and her eyes open WIDE&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh fuck oh my god!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cries out begging to stop&lt;br /&gt;She puts her hand on his arm&lt;br /&gt;She looks into his eyes, her eyes full of passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her body feels a wave&lt;br /&gt;Oh such orgasmic proportion&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, what are you doing to me?&lt;br /&gt;She calls out to him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her pussy quivers&lt;br /&gt;And she suddenly wants to pee &lt;br /&gt;Her pussy contracts and gets tighter&lt;br /&gt;He fingers her deeper, working on that spot and quicker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With him talking dirty makes it intense&lt;br /&gt;She focuses on his voice and his fingers still deep in her pussy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At time she fights it but she wants it&lt;br /&gt;She wants to feel it&lt;br /&gt;Ride it and embrace it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she does cum&lt;br /&gt;She tries to catch her breath&lt;br /&gt;At this point she is laying on her back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lays his palm on her tummy&lt;br /&gt;Sliding it down to her pubic bone&lt;br /&gt;Taking those two fingers&lt;br /&gt;He slides it in her pussy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lets out a gasp and starts moaning IMMEDIATELY&lt;br /&gt;Oh my baby NO&lt;br /&gt;Yes she hears him say&lt;br /&gt;Cum for me and she looks at him&lt;br /&gt;Shaking her head saying No No No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes and he has a devilish smile YES YES!&lt;br /&gt;Pushing the two fingers inside deeper&lt;br /&gt;In an upward motion&lt;br /&gt;She tries and move so that he does not hit the g-spot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No such luck&lt;br /&gt;His fingers found the spot and he worked on that area&lt;br /&gt;She was at his mercy&lt;br /&gt;It felt oh so good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he takes the fingers and does a come hither gesture&lt;br /&gt;She felt an orgasm coming and her moans got intense again&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh yes yes oh baby yes&lt;br /&gt;He takes his other hand and puts pressure on her pubic bone&lt;br /&gt;She was his, she gave into the orgasm and climaxed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was so enthralled and blown away with his "magic touch". It was a sexual and sensual sensation that she has never experienced before. Just thinking about it, makes her want to masturbate and relive those moments....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-2573654429840665192?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/2573654429840665192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=2573654429840665192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/2573654429840665192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/2573654429840665192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/11/his-fingers.html' title='His fingers..'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/48/155916610_6d48dff191_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-5744121897767455356</id><published>2008-11-12T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T07:09:07.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He bangs..she moans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1421/1194795965_fe754b1e27_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 156px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1421/1194795965_fe754b1e27_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's been months since &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sage&lt;/span&gt; and I last met. He looked great! His hair was cut short, he used to have fuller hair that was above the collar. Now it's shorter and he still has the waves. First thing he did was embrace and kiss me. We sat on the couch and talked a bit. I was a bit nervous and he could tell. He looks at me and asks "what do you want to do?" Why don't we go to the bedroom, I smiled. He followed. We both wasted no time stripping down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had on a satin bra and lace boy shorts. Which he loved! I leaned over as I was on fours on the bed. My ass in the air and he could not resist but caress my ass and kiss it. His hand wandering and feeling the shape. Then he spanks me! Quick soft spanks. I'm like "hey!" Oh he was playful. We wasted no time kissing, touching and pressing against each other. I was on top and it felt nice in that position. He unclasps my bra and finally got his hands on my breasts. Sucking, thumbing my nipples and cupping them. Oh my, you have such beautiful breasts he says with his mouth full. There was a lot of flirting, teasing and bodies rubbing together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lays me on the bed on my back. I did not have time to glance at his cock or touch it but he climbed on top. And then I felt IT. He slid in and it was hard like rock. Oh my baby, your pussy is tight, he tells me. I had this devilish grin and he just looked down at me. My smile, long dark mane and luscious breasts. He was so content at the view below him. Feeling my tight walls wrapped around his cock, it was amazing. He was very rambunctious and his thrusts were deep, fast and hard. My breasts bounced. I had all these pillows around me, I felt uncomfortable, so we got rid of a few of them. But we ignited so much body heat, it was getting pretty hot. He says "damn it's getting warm in here because of your hot sexiness." I had to laugh. Then he starts blowing air on my breasts and any body part of my body he had easy access too. I'm still laughing and I ask "what are you doing?" He starts laughing too and says "just cooling you down a bit.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he keeps fucking me. My legs are wrapped around him tightly and he tried to pull out but I tightened my legs stronger and kept him inside. No no, I teased, stay right there, where I want you! Man, he felt so good inside me. He fucked me harder and had me pinned down as he pounded me harder harder deeper deeper. My pussy was loving it and my body couldn't resist the orgasmic orgasm I was about to have. I had to scream and moan out as I came. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pulls out and starts to finger me a little. I started to moan and it got him so aroused. He wanted so badly to eat me and he did. I let out a gasp and moan. Oh my god that feels fucking good. He totally ate me out and then fingered me. Deeper and hitting my g-spot. Just like magic I moaned like crazy. My body shook and my pussy quivered as I started cumming. He says my name over and over and YES I came! He doesn't stop and I beg him to but I end up cumming again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathless with heaving chest, he could not resist sucking and playing with them. He takes a break. We lay there talking and he tells me I am beautiful, touching and gently caressing my face. I disagree and he slaps my ass so hard, it echoes in the room. I am shocked! He makes a compliment again and I am about to disagree and he says "you know what will happen if you disagree" and so I smile and agree with him. He brings me close and we kiss. That is my good girl! My hand wanders down to his cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caressing his balls and suddenly his cock gets nice and hard. He's a good size. I am on my knees, spread over his legs, in front of his erect cock. He looks at me and asks "you going to suck me?" You want me to, I tease. YES, he says. I pull my hair to the side and suck it. Taking as much of it as I can. He moans as I arch my neck and suck up and down. His hands are on the back of my head as he holds my head in position and he thrusts his hips as his cock fucks my mouth. I stroke his cock and suck his balls. He moans out louder, oh my god baby, yes yes oh baby that feels good. I couldn't resist but put his cock between my breasts and I started doing an up and down motion. Oh god he loved that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as I rubbed my clit and pussy against his knee. He had this big smile as he felt my wetness and he knew, I was getting off doing this. I stopped and laid next to him. He couldn't resist playing with my pussy but I was being a bit shy still. I held him in my arms and he felt so relaxed and content. He loves the feel of my warm body against his. His head laying against my chest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started talking a bit more but we both knew it was time for me to leave. I said the word "fuck" and he is like "oh say it again and again." He wanted me to talk real dirty but I am a bit shy. Time sure goes by fast when you are having fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-5744121897767455356?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/5744121897767455356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=5744121897767455356&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/5744121897767455356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/5744121897767455356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/11/he-bangsshe-moans.html' title='He bangs..she moans'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1421/1194795965_fe754b1e27_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-1441302974481517343</id><published>2008-11-11T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T21:55:21.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing..fuckin Amazing!</title><content type='html'>My knees are weak. The pussy is reeling from so much action...And I am so exhausted from the SEX! Hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to bed and sleep sweet dreams of tonight's sexual tryst. I will write more about it tomorrow..Good night everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-1441302974481517343?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/1441302974481517343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=1441302974481517343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/1441302974481517343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/1441302974481517343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/11/amazingfuckin-amazing.html' title='Amazing..fuckin Amazing!'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-9157575491876065710</id><published>2008-11-11T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T09:25:16.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lust is in the air</title><content type='html'>Jumps in the shower&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the hot water against the bare skin&lt;br /&gt;Steam filling up air&lt;br /&gt;Just can't help but touch the breasts&lt;br /&gt;Nipples are very hard and aroused&lt;br /&gt;Cupping each one, bringing them close together&lt;br /&gt;My what a handful!!&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't help but pinch them between the fingers&lt;br /&gt;Lathers up and hand wanders&lt;br /&gt;Making its way to the awaiting pussy&lt;br /&gt;Oh crap! Too tight for a finger to get in&lt;br /&gt;Soft humming is heard&lt;br /&gt;Yes, someone is in a good mood&lt;br /&gt;Wonder why??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for more....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-9157575491876065710?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/9157575491876065710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=9157575491876065710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/9157575491876065710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/9157575491876065710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/11/lust-is-in-air.html' title='Lust is in the air'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-3066877664383297270</id><published>2008-11-10T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T21:52:16.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cal</title><content type='html'>A sweet friend. Of course there is this strong attraction but we live so far apart. We both are sport fans. He wanted to bet on which team is going to make it through the playoffs. My team went through, his did not. I'll write more about him later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..now it's time to collect on that bet! We hope to meet before the year ends. Only time will tell....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-3066877664383297270?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/3066877664383297270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=3066877664383297270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/3066877664383297270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/3066877664383297270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/11/cal.html' title='Cal'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-6080122839038126878</id><published>2008-11-10T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T21:38:49.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions and Answers</title><content type='html'>Me: What do you want?&lt;br /&gt;Sage: YOU and what do you want?&lt;br /&gt;Me: You. Did you finally get a bed?&lt;br /&gt;Sage: Yes. Firm..like you&lt;br /&gt;Me: Are you a moaner?&lt;br /&gt;Sage: Not too much..I hope you are!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hope I am not too loud the walls might be thin&lt;br /&gt;Sage: Not sure..we'll find out&lt;br /&gt;Me: Are you quiet?&lt;br /&gt;Sage: You tell me later..you like to talk dirty in bed?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Sage: Good!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Just don't call me that name that you call me, when I'm being a pain&lt;br /&gt;Sage: I won't hold back. No that name isn't a good word to use during "benefits sessions"&lt;br /&gt;Sage: We gonna undress each other or ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I am not sure. I usually do it myself..&lt;br /&gt;Sage: Ok, I will watch you strip down and I may help you&lt;br /&gt;Sage: I've been fantasizing about you..naked, bent over, riding me and getting pounded&lt;br /&gt;Me: Did you take a cold shower after thinking that?&lt;br /&gt;Sage: Yes, but then I started fantasizing about you in the shower and it did not help..LOL&lt;br /&gt;Sage: Hey I need to leave the office and get on home..night baby girl&lt;br /&gt;Me: Good night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-6080122839038126878?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/6080122839038126878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=6080122839038126878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/6080122839038126878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/6080122839038126878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/11/questions-and-answers.html' title='Questions and Answers'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-7323316925540031069</id><published>2008-11-10T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T11:16:43.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice move</title><content type='html'>I was trying to catch the elevator but my arms were full of files. So what can I use to block the doors?? Think Scarlett..My leg! I did a high kick like the Rockettes and the door stayed open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The others (a guy and 2 women) were impressed! It's a Monday, none of us want to be here..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-7323316925540031069?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/7323316925540031069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=7323316925540031069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/7323316925540031069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/7323316925540031069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/11/nice-move.html' title='Nice move'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-473397218071302103</id><published>2008-11-09T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T15:53:50.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>G-man</title><content type='html'>He found my profile on "Married Secrets" and took a chance at sending me a message on messenger. We started chatting off and on. He seemed occupied or just a slow typist. It took awhile for him to respond. I figured he was hitting on other women, so I lost interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month goes by and he sends me a message. We started to get to know each other. Our conversations started to get interesting. He opened up more to me and I find myself attracted to him. Horny and playful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has a cute smile, beautiful blue eyes. We exchanged phone numbers and I did not expect him to call but he did. He has a such a nice voice and I detected a slight southern drawl but he is from California. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We text late night and talk whenever we can. Yes, we want to meet but scheduling is going to tough. We are thinking of meeting for lunch, just not sure when.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-473397218071302103?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/473397218071302103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=473397218071302103&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/473397218071302103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/473397218071302103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/11/bauer.html' title='G-man'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-3010744289505318708</id><published>2008-11-09T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T09:46:07.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sage</title><content type='html'>I've been so infatuated with one man, that I never thought about "Sage". Here is a guy who has professed his desire to have sex with me. We've meet for coffee and have become friends for a year now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met him at a dating website. He's in a long distance relationship. We have kissed and he wanted more. But did not want to scare me away, so he backed off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the man I was infatuated with, has found another. Enter "Sage". He still wants to hook up. My curiosity about him has resurfaced. Feeling bored, I get a phone call from him. He sounded so happy once he heard my voice. We started catching up on things. I asked him a few "sex questions". Are you taking a survey or interviewing me, he says? I couldn't help but laugh and said just getting a feel about you. He replies "oh honey, I got something here I want you to feel". We both started laughing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am leaving on vacation this week, he and I will have to meet when I get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/63/200479485_85f4341b71_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 169px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/63/200479485_85f4341b71_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-3010744289505318708?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/3010744289505318708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=3010744289505318708&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/3010744289505318708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/3010744289505318708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/11/sage.html' title='Sage'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/63/200479485_85f4341b71_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-7994948468937419815</id><published>2008-11-08T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T18:06:56.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Takes awhile to grow</title><content type='html'>I'm usually shaved. I like the smoothness. Past lovers prefer the kitty shaved. I decided to protest, since I've haven't had sex for awhile and NOT shave. So far, it's not growing that much. A guy asked me, if I was "bushy". I'm trying to remember when I had hair down there, it was soft but not thick. At the moment I have this short fuzz.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/83/235426570_b0005023f8_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 186px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/83/235426570_b0005023f8_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-7994948468937419815?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/7994948468937419815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=7994948468937419815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/7994948468937419815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/7994948468937419815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/11/takes-awhile-to-grow.html' title='Takes awhile to grow'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/83/235426570_b0005023f8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-3230126122390514856</id><published>2008-11-05T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T21:23:09.577-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opus'/><title type='text'>She kept cumming and cumming..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1417/1195653384_38426633b5_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1417/1195653384_38426633b5_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had great time together. Naked and just two people having a sexual experience. I should change his name to "Magic Fingers" because that is what he had. He claims to have made me cum at least between 20 to 30 times. It blew him away and I was on an orgasmic high! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I describe it?? I would be on my tummy and I would feel his hands, caressing my ass. Then I feel his finger slide inside my awaiting wet pussy. He had nice long slender fingers and he put 2 inside me. My "walls" got a nice massage and then he HITS that g-spot. My eyes started to open wide and I could not catch my breath. It's a feeling and sensation that woke up my entire body. And I cried and moaned like crazy. He keep fingering me until he knew I would cum. He was on cue, knowing when I was going to cum and he sexy voice encouraging me, saying my name over and over. It's such a turn on when he kisses my back as he is fingering me. He was so amazed how wet I got every time and at some times I nearly squeezed the hell out of his fingers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many times, I could have squirted. I knew it was going to happen but I started tensing up and I didn't. It was as if I really had to pee real real bad. At some points, I was like crying out to him, begging him to stop and no he kept going. Damn I was so in a orgasmic "drunk" stage, it just engulfed my body. I felt like a tensed up "bruise" in my pubic area. I'm like oh my fucking god! Yes, I squirmed too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he fingers me on my back. Which gets him a better few of my facial expression. Wow! The orgasms were intense. He digging those fingers inside my pussy and I was so much at his MERCY! One time I got up, looked at me and squeezed his arm and he saw the passion and desire in my eyes. Phew..that was one amazing experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I had to pleasure him as well. Sucking off his round head with some pre-cum. I was flat on my tummy on the bed and I lifted my head up so that he can put his cock in my mouth. As he stood close to the bed. He watched as my head went back and forth. Getting rambunctious, he grabs my head and hold it in place. Thrusting his cock in my mouth, I nearly gagged because he deep throat me but I was able to handle him. Feeling his hard cock got me nice and wet. He held me tight. Grabbed and tossed me all over the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this fun was going on. He lays in my arms as I held him close. My legs wrapped over his body. The warmth of my body keeping him warm. His face lays on my breasts and I can feel his soft breathing against my skin. He kissed my chest and I just had to smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our time together..PRICELESS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-3230126122390514856?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/3230126122390514856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=3230126122390514856&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/3230126122390514856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/3230126122390514856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-what-feeling.html' title='She kept cumming and cumming..'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1417/1195653384_38426633b5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-8232858799223011149</id><published>2008-11-05T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T16:07:36.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well endowed</title><content type='html'>And doesn't know how to use it. Past few days, I've been talking to my female friends regarding the size of a man's penis. Guess it's because of Cheri's post on KING DONG that the visual has clouded my mind. OUCH! And OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to my conversation with my friends. There is a guy that myself and the others know of. One of my friends has had sexual contact with him. She showed us how long and how round he was. This guy had the equipment and she raved about its size and thickness but he is LOST when it comes to fucking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All he did was BANG BANG BANG! No swiveling hips in circular motion. Just back and forth motion and QUICK FAST AND HARD!! We are like Holy crap! She, my friend who was the bang-ee, couldn't take it. But she said lucky her, he came quick so she was relieved. We were making these funny comments. The bang-ee, said it was like a log sliding in a hole, straight in and out. He did not do anything else??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she says that he's been caught jerking off in the bathroom and others meaning men caught him. Then she goes and says that instead of his cock sticking out, it's straight up against his body, since he has been stroking it that way. So its used to that position. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are like "why not show or teach him?" She said you can't teach the poor boy, he just does not get it and does not do well in guidance and shakes her head down in shame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god! I have not laughed so hard in such a long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-8232858799223011149?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/8232858799223011149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=8232858799223011149&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/8232858799223011149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/8232858799223011149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/11/well-endowed.html' title='Well endowed'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-2854354972078247037</id><published>2008-10-30T09:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T09:21:11.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me? A dance teacher??</title><content type='html'>So this guy at work is getting married in the end of December and asked me a favor. He wants to learn the cha cha, waltz and club dancing. I was flattered to be the "chosen one". But I don't see myself as a good dancer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he feels comfortable with me and that I am a lot of fun. I seem to hear that a lot lately. And he likes the way I dance. If grinding my hips and shaking my ass is dancing, alrighty then! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first dance lesson is tomorrow every Friday until the wedding. First off, he can't dance. No coordination. How do I know this? Company Christmas party last year. Poor thing! His fiance is a good dancer and he wanted to impress her for the wedding. Cute huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I will keep you posted....this is going to be an experience!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-2854354972078247037?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/2854354972078247037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=2854354972078247037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/2854354972078247037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/2854354972078247037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/10/me-dance-teacher.html' title='Me? A dance teacher??'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-8571516247875457077</id><published>2008-10-25T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T21:24:46.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Met a good friend</title><content type='html'>That would be Opus! We both have waited for this moment for about 3 years now. It was a long shot for us to meet, since we both live on opposite coasts. He was visiting for business. We missed the opportunity to meet 3 months ago so this time, we were determined to meet face to face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pleasure for me to meet the person whom I have talked and chatted with. To look into his eyes and see his smile. And he has beautiful blue eyes. Mmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am not going to "kiss &amp; tell" about anything further. Hehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-8571516247875457077?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/8571516247875457077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=8571516247875457077&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/8571516247875457077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/8571516247875457077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/10/met-good-friend-and-fellow-blogger.html' title='Met a good friend'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-1810944311100126752</id><published>2008-09-28T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T10:10:26.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am still here!</title><content type='html'>Nothing much to report. Haven't seen "Miles" for about a month now. He has some problems on the home front. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy with work and other stuff. Was browsing through pictures and &lt;a href="http://secretloverslane.blogspot.com"&gt;Cheri&lt;/a&gt; came to mind. I know she is going through some emotions, so this is for her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1063/1164430043_e6391c0279_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1063/1164430043_e6391c0279_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pennies for your thoughts..:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-1810944311100126752?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/1810944311100126752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=1810944311100126752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/1810944311100126752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/1810944311100126752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-still-here.html' title='I am still here!'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1063/1164430043_e6391c0279_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-7836043027824873054</id><published>2008-09-06T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T15:47:01.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hope you are missing my cock..cause it sure misses your pussy..keep visualizing how good it was from behind..Let's fuck again SOON!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think "Miles" misses me just a bit?? "wink"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-7836043027824873054?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/7836043027824873054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=7836043027824873054&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/7836043027824873054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/7836043027824873054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/09/missin.html' title='Missin'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-4676402598237944650</id><published>2008-08-31T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T18:26:18.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Care to explain this??</title><content type='html'>My friend Wendy is a single mom and she is getting back to the dating scene. She signed up for those singles websites. I get a kick looking at all the profiles of "supposedly" and I do emphasize that word..single men. You have real good looking men who can't find a woman? Or are single?? There is something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....Wendy has met her share of men. Now she wants a relationship. And these men are looking for a relationship as well. But when she actually meets them, most of them just want sex only. Hello? Then why dick women around?? Is this there way to having their cake and eating it so to speak??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding a single woman if you are a married man isn't right. You can cause some emotional damage to her. Wendy gets frustrated and she starts complaining about not having a man in her life. She says she has her list of men that she refers to as her "booty calls" so honestly I don't know about her...LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women and men..they are difficult to understand..geeesh :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-4676402598237944650?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/4676402598237944650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=4676402598237944650&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/4676402598237944650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/4676402598237944650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/08/care-to-explain-this.html' title='Care to explain this??'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-6069504510048937290</id><published>2008-08-27T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T21:22:14.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My ass turns him on?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/123/399362137_a98e26f0cf_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/123/399362137_a98e26f0cf_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just looking at my ass makes him want to be behind me. Grab my butt cheeks. As I am on the bed on "fours" again my ass in the air. He tries to hold down his exciting. Stroking his cock, I can feel him enter me. Which makes me gasp because I can feel my pussy open up. To get good leverage he grabs my hips and pounds right into me like a sledgehammer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes..Scarlett got fucked! It's been awhile since "Miles" and I last saw each other but we had a lot to catch up. We did my favorite..doggie. It such a great sensation doing it that way and it drives him wild when I am screaming, crying out and at times had my hands on the headboard or held on to the wall as I came over and over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I came, he would stop thrusting and gave my pussy this gentle massage. Once I mellowed my moan, he picks up and starts banging hard getting me to cum again! Such a naughty boy....Thank goodness I have been working out like crazy. Our fuck session did not tire me out but I was getting over a cold so I didn't have that much energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had me sprawled on the bed. Feeling his hand all over my body. Yes, I did suck him off. Which he enjoyed. Hearing his moan, watching and feeling him get hard in my mouth. Feeling so relaxed as I worked my magic. Licking off the head, tasting his pre cum and just a tiny spit on the head, watching it get shiny and slippery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we both left the hotel, he asks me "are you able to walk"? YES, but my poor muscles between my legs are going to feel the aftermath. "wink"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-6069504510048937290?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/6069504510048937290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=6069504510048937290&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/6069504510048937290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/6069504510048937290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-ass-turns-him-on.html' title='My ass turns him on?'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/123/399362137_a98e26f0cf_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-2582853190003198628</id><published>2008-08-24T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T16:24:27.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Young meat</title><content type='html'>No makeup, hair in a ponytail, jeans and a t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;Surprised to find favorite bagel place crowded&lt;br /&gt;5 boys..yes boys in baseball outfits&lt;br /&gt;Each one was cute &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk in, breathe, no eye contact&lt;br /&gt;All eyes on me&lt;br /&gt;Holy shit! &lt;br /&gt;A few did the elevator eyes&lt;br /&gt;Went to grab orange juice, felt eyes following me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked over to counter &lt;br /&gt;And I notice one looking at me&lt;br /&gt;He got caught and smiled&lt;br /&gt;Had to smile back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One seemed to want to say something&lt;br /&gt;Instead he reached over to get napkins&lt;br /&gt;And looked down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn they are barely out of high school!&lt;br /&gt;Bad bad Scarlett...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-2582853190003198628?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/2582853190003198628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=2582853190003198628&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/2582853190003198628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/2582853190003198628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/08/young-meat.html' title='Young meat'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-867449041316272002</id><published>2008-08-22T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T23:01:08.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny thing happened on his way home</title><content type='html'>He said he would call me. I sat there, waiting and finally I had to go to the restroom. Thinking to myself, he is going to call when I am away from my desk. Returning back, no message. I'm working away at my desk and the phone rings. It's him! He forgot my number and found it from a past phone bill. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was driving home and he needed to get something to drink and a snack. It was a long drive. He goes into a store and I'm like "you going to get some condoms?" Sure, which ones do you want me to get? Oh and get some lube too! I couldn't stop smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he does his shopping, we are talking. I don't remember exactly what I said but it had to be about sex because he starts telling me "woman, you are making me hard here!" I am laughing hard because I am imagining him saying this and there are probably people around him wondering "who the heck is he talking to?" Or they may think he is some kind of pervert. Oh now I remember, I think I was talking dirty in a very sexy voice and that got him excited! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great to talk to him. He is away from home this weekend, so I won't hear from him until Monday. Man..I miss him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-867449041316272002?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/867449041316272002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=867449041316272002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/867449041316272002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/867449041316272002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/08/funny-thing-happened-on-his-way-home.html' title='Funny thing happened on his way home'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-6107752554210948503</id><published>2008-08-19T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T22:12:23.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glow about her</title><content type='html'>No matter how much&lt;br /&gt;It's tough to not be angry&lt;br /&gt;His voice is so so soothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking of him&lt;br /&gt;A feeling of warmth is felt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking..&lt;br /&gt;How will his lips feel against hers?&lt;br /&gt;Her chest pressed up against him&lt;br /&gt;Can he feel her erect nipples?&lt;br /&gt;Putting her hand in his&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking deep into his eyes&lt;br /&gt;Being in his arms&lt;br /&gt;Running her hands on his chest&lt;br /&gt;She has one leg over his leg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His hand caressing that leg&lt;br /&gt;Feeling her soft skin&lt;br /&gt;Hearing her moan softly by his touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does he think of her??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-6107752554210948503?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/6107752554210948503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=6107752554210948503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/6107752554210948503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/6107752554210948503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/08/glow-about-her.html' title='Glow about her'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-1676719250882198127</id><published>2008-08-19T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T21:39:43.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He was not done</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Watch me baby..please&lt;br /&gt;He keeps begging her&lt;br /&gt;With a sigh she gives in&lt;br /&gt;He makes an adjustment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowing removing his pants&lt;br /&gt;Teasing her just a bit&lt;br /&gt;He pulls out his cock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rubbing and stroking&lt;br /&gt;With such finesse and precision&lt;br /&gt;In no time he was about the cum....the screen went BLANK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back on line and he was covered with cum&lt;br /&gt;On his tummy and dripping down his cock&lt;br /&gt;She could see his body heaving heavily&lt;br /&gt;As if he was catching his breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His cock still erect&lt;br /&gt;And for the first time&lt;br /&gt;She sees his cock actually jerk on its on&lt;br /&gt;Wow! That was amazing and freaking HOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-1676719250882198127?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/1676719250882198127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=1676719250882198127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/1676719250882198127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/1676719250882198127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/08/he-was-not-done.html' title='He was not done'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-1704547255337575284</id><published>2008-08-17T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T09:34:48.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make you notice ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1296/1224388909_bd34f68eb0_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1296/1224388909_bd34f68eb0_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Got a charm and not afraid to use it&lt;br /&gt;My intentions are creative&lt;br /&gt;Gonna make you, make you take notice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to use my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Going to use my smile&lt;br /&gt;Going to use my words&lt;br /&gt;Going to use my chest&lt;br /&gt;Going to use my mouth and fingers&lt;br /&gt;Most of all my imagination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, there is nobody else&lt;br /&gt;I'm special..so special&lt;br /&gt;No one like ME&lt;br /&gt;Must have your full attention&lt;br /&gt;Give it to ME..Give it ALL to ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-1704547255337575284?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/1704547255337575284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=1704547255337575284&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/1704547255337575284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/1704547255337575284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/08/make-you-notice-me.html' title='Make you notice ME'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1296/1224388909_bd34f68eb0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-6277048773896447448</id><published>2008-08-15T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T14:24:52.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Having fun at work..it's Friday!</title><content type='html'>I was putting away files and I passed by two co-workers (male and female). As I walked back, I snuck up behind the female and poked her sides. She was caught off guard and I made her flinch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to put more files away. The two of them walked by and the male poked my arm, he was being silly. As I walked in to the shelving area, the female snuck up right behind. I screamed and the papers in the files, flew up in the air! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea I deserved it..:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-6277048773896447448?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/6277048773896447448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=6277048773896447448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/6277048773896447448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/6277048773896447448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/08/having-fun-at-workits-friday.html' title='Having fun at work..it&apos;s Friday!'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-2667475717372977169</id><published>2008-08-11T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T14:11:14.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional, Intense and Orgasmic Energy</title><content type='html'>Replaying what just happened&lt;br /&gt;Emotions have been revealed&lt;br /&gt;Secret of ones desire for this person is out in the open&lt;br /&gt;No doubt their appetite for each other has been obvious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was him she craved for and wanted to be her first “affair”&lt;br /&gt;It is him she has crave for all this time&lt;br /&gt;It is he who she wants to taste his sweet mouth in hers&lt;br /&gt;It is he who she wants to call out her name as he rides him hard&lt;br /&gt;Her mouth over his, tongues entwine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His hands caressing, squeezing, spanking and spreading her ass&lt;br /&gt;As she grinds her hips, thrusting, feeling every inch of his hard cock&lt;br /&gt;Looking into his eyes, seeing the lover she has so desired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving each other pleasure beyond their wildest fantasies &lt;br /&gt;Wishing, dreaming and wanting to feel his cock&lt;br /&gt;Throbbing inside her tight wet pussy&lt;br /&gt;His veins and blood pulsating inside her&lt;br /&gt;Releasing himself, feeling his body shake and quiver&lt;br /&gt;His voice driven desire as he lets out “holy fuck, baby I am going to cum"&lt;br /&gt;And once he catches his breath, he whispers in her ear&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to fuck you like you have never been fucked before&lt;br /&gt;Let the games begin!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-2667475717372977169?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/2667475717372977169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=2667475717372977169&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/2667475717372977169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/2667475717372977169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/08/emotional-intense-and-orgasmic-energy.html' title='Emotional, Intense and Orgasmic Energy'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-1705071454584690869</id><published>2008-08-09T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T14:45:01.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awaken</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Deep in sleep dreaming of having hot sex&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly with a jolt, eyes open&lt;br /&gt;Lay there, staring out in space&lt;br /&gt;Realizing..last lover was just "sex"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation..&lt;br /&gt;Meet, kiss, touch and FUCK&lt;br /&gt;Not one mention or compliment on looks&lt;br /&gt;Just sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still heavy in thought..&lt;br /&gt;Other 3 affairs..2 with intimacy and compliments. 1 with intimacy and compliments not during sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Nice way to start the morning huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-1705071454584690869?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/1705071454584690869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=1705071454584690869&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/1705071454584690869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/1705071454584690869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/08/awaken.html' title='Awaken'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-6861770801005400525</id><published>2008-08-07T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T21:57:32.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaching out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2350/1808674339_0afa8f5040_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2350/1808674339_0afa8f5040_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Something happened with you&lt;br /&gt;Putting the bounce in my stride &lt;br /&gt;Making my feet barely touch the ground&lt;br /&gt;We both found something true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking I'm going crazy&lt;br /&gt;Nothings greater&lt;br /&gt;Than the rush that I feel&lt;br /&gt;With thoughts of me in your embrace&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the warmth go through my body&lt;br /&gt;Staring deep into your eyes caressing your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our own world of loneliness&lt;br /&gt;It's your charms&lt;br /&gt;That makes me yearn to be safe in your arms&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-6861770801005400525?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/6861770801005400525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=6861770801005400525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/6861770801005400525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/6861770801005400525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/08/reaching-out.html' title='Reaching out'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2350/1808674339_0afa8f5040_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-8202724717677042022</id><published>2008-08-05T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T14:05:07.772-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rendezvous'/><title type='text'>Preview of what is about to "cum"</title><content type='html'>She is on the bottom and he on top. Her arms are above her head and his hands are entwined with hers. Legs spread out, he inches himself, wiggling just a bit. This way, he can better angle. She tells him to stay still. He does and suddenly he feels her vagina muscles tense up and get tighter around his cock. He moans "oh baaaaby". He continues to pump inside her as her muscles form a "cock ring" getting tighter and tighter. Baby it feels so good, yes yes he says in his sexy moan, as he looks down at her, banging her harder and harder. Ooooh god! He tries to focus and not cum too soon. The blood is rushing through his head and feels a bit faint. Focusing, he gets his composure. This is all for HER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then thrusts his hips in an upward motion, grinding and circularing. She cries and moans out, her voice getting sexier and she calls out "fuck me harder!" Her body jerks as he thrusts deeper and deeper. She tells him to slow down just a little and then tells him to pick it up. He listens to her every command. Her heels are on his ass, pressing him close and holding him steady. Enjoying the head of his cock banging against her cervix. Feeling his energy, desire and passion for her. Suddenly her cries give it away and she starts to climax and then it HITS her..oh my fucking god..an ORGASM. Her juices drip down his cock and he feels the warmth that her body produces. He lays on top of her, trying not to put too much of his weight so he doesn't crush her. She kisses him and holds him close. They both have big smiles as they catch their breathes. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3264/2572913791_b17e489e72_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3264/2572913791_b17e489e72_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-8202724717677042022?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/8202724717677042022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=8202724717677042022&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/8202724717677042022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/8202724717677042022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/08/preview-of-what-is-about-to-cum.html' title='Preview of what is about to &quot;cum&quot;'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3264/2572913791_b17e489e72_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-9210410177403662691</id><published>2008-08-04T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T21:50:41.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Draining Monday</title><content type='html'>Frustration, jealousy, hurt, confusion and tears &lt;br /&gt;Sounds like a plot for a movie or soap opera&lt;br /&gt;NOPE..&lt;br /&gt;The feelings are real&lt;br /&gt;The emotions are real&lt;br /&gt;Two friends, connected&lt;br /&gt;A man and A woman&lt;br /&gt;Sexual energy felt between one another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can't handle life without him&lt;br /&gt;He has been so supportive&lt;br /&gt;Does she walk away and out of his life?&lt;br /&gt;As the tears stream down&lt;br /&gt;He tries to calm her&lt;br /&gt;Like a father trying to distract a child to focus on something else&lt;br /&gt;She can't help but smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the end of the day winds down&lt;br /&gt;She calls him&lt;br /&gt;Hearing his voice, warms her whole body&lt;br /&gt;You ok now? You feel better?&lt;br /&gt;She nods her head and replies yes like a little girl&lt;br /&gt;Good he says and she senses a smile on his face&lt;br /&gt;She had one as well and he felt her smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time you pull a tantrum like that&lt;br /&gt;You are going to get a swift spank on your ass young lady&lt;br /&gt;He pauses and says "you may actually like it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiles to herself after they hang up&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of him....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-9210410177403662691?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/9210410177403662691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=9210410177403662691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/9210410177403662691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/9210410177403662691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/08/draining-monday.html' title='Draining Monday'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-3159346431937768685</id><published>2008-08-03T21:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T21:23:54.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Watch &amp; Feel It</title><content type='html'>She watches an adult film on dvd, as sits back against the head post. Mimicking the actress in every scene. If the woman is laying down she is too. If the woman has no bra or fully naked, she is too. She arches her back as the actress's nipples are being sucked. The camera pans close up as the actor licks it. Showing the tip of his tongue and making the nipple nice and erect. At the same time her nipple becomes erect. She feels her body goes through the feeling, imagining a lover doing that to her. She moans in perfect timing like the actress. At the same time she is getting wet by just thinking of her nipple being sucked.  Damn! It gets so intense and the actor is fingering the actress. She does exactly what she sees and puts a finger inside her pussy. Feeling the intensity and again moaning in unison with the actress. While the actor is fingering or fucking the actress, she can feel her vagina tense up just as if she is being fucked as well. Using her finger or vibrator to get the same feeling. As the actress grabs on to the couch, she grabs the bed sheet. Letting out Ooooo's, yes yes, oh god oh my gawd and oh yeah!!!! By listening just to the actress's screams and moans, she gets aroused and she most definitely wants to cum. Just on cue, she cums just before the actress does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the many things that gives her the inspiration to have a freaking fantabulous orgasm! Amazing how the mind and body react to just seeing a visual image through ones eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2179/2447292785_382c6c5685_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2179/2447292785_382c6c5685_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-3159346431937768685?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/3159346431937768685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=3159346431937768685&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/3159346431937768685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/3159346431937768685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/08/to-watch-feel-it.html' title='To Watch &amp; Feel It'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2179/2447292785_382c6c5685_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-6772127730572755114</id><published>2008-08-02T07:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T07:27:29.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goofy and Funny</title><content type='html'>Smiling and laughter is a good thing. My mood was a bit down but he lifted my spirits. As I read through my post I noticed that I have not mentioned this person. We've been communicating for almost a year? "Playmate" aka "PM" is a wonderful friend, who makes me laugh and listens to me. LITERALLY. When we are on the phone, at times I think he is not there but he is and he tells me that he just enjoys hearing my voice. Ok, that quieted me down for a moment, as I started to blush. Yes yes I can be very talkative!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was too funny. I am venting about my day at work. And the subject of Halloween is brought up. I asked him if he dresses up for that. One time he went to this party and he was totally drunk. The theme was "emotions". One guy was green "for envy" and another was red "for rage". I asked what he was..he was a pear for despair. I couldn't help but give out a loud laugh. He was probably cracking up too and he's such a GOOF! Oh it doesn't stop there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tells me to hold on, one minute, I'm trying something, so just give me a moment. Sitting there with things going through my mind. What is he doing? Is he having sex with someone right there? Or just had sex? Is he having phone sex? He laughed as I typed this and replied "NO". Just be patient he tells me. So I wait. Ok, he says here goes and nothing happens? He tried to hook up his camera and send me a picture that he just took. Well it did not work. He ended up e-mailing it and I said I got it. Nice blue eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he says "I need a haircut. My hair is cut but in the area down there." I am like "oh yea? I just shaved as well." Well if you let me touch that area, I will let you touch mine, he says. Sounds a bit kinky. Right there I get this visual of us doing that. We would then start getting aroused with the touching and end result would be us fucking. Mmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is more..He asks what I am wearing. I said t-shirt and pajama bottom. What a coincidence! He was wearing pajamas but commando. I said "why don't we just have a sleepover in our jammies". He loved the idea. We chatted some more....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-6772127730572755114?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/6772127730572755114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=6772127730572755114&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/6772127730572755114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/6772127730572755114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/08/goofy-and-funny.html' title='Goofy and Funny'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-9101970763345597027</id><published>2008-08-01T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T22:05:15.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Always makes me smile</title><content type='html'>Whenever it's been a tough day for both of us&lt;br /&gt;It's good to come home and have each other to lean on&lt;br /&gt;Signing into messenger and to see that he's logged on&lt;br /&gt;Brings a smile to my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He always asks "how's your day?" What are my plans for the weekend?&lt;br /&gt;We talk about everyday life. &lt;br /&gt;Very much a flirt, besides myself..LOL&lt;br /&gt;Sex is the most popular topic&lt;br /&gt;I ramble on about it and end up getting him hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he types "wish I could hear your voice now"&lt;br /&gt;I tell him to call me and we end up talking for an hour or longer&lt;br /&gt;It's such a stress release for us both&lt;br /&gt;Basic conversation between two adults craving each other sexually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odd..we have never really had phone sex during all this time&lt;br /&gt;In time, the passion and desire will build up&lt;br /&gt;Wonder where it will take us?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-9101970763345597027?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/9101970763345597027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=9101970763345597027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/9101970763345597027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/9101970763345597027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/08/always-makes-me-smile.html' title='Always makes me smile'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-4481772533097771942</id><published>2008-07-27T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T17:19:01.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just say the right words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2325/2142860807_9a4bbc7e22_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2325/2142860807_9a4bbc7e22_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When a man asks me what I am wearing. And I say "panties and a shirt or just panties". I have them in the palm of my hand. My leisure attire when I get home is usually that. On rare occasions I may be fully clothed but lately that is what I wear. I feel so comfortable in just my undies. Sitting on the bed, surfing the internet. Every now and then I like to run my hand up and down my leg, feeling the softness of my skin. The feeling of my hair brushing against the skin on my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judging by their voice as I tell them that I am sitting on the bed or couch naked or just the panties, I know they are getting turned on by this vision. Plus they tell me that they have a hard on just imagining me and asking my exact motion. Are you touching yourself? Of course I let out a shy laugh and they know I have this devilish smile. One guy knew right away that I was biting my lower lip when there was a slight pause. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does not help much when I say that I am leaning over the foot of the bed as I am checking my emails with my ass up in the air. Or that I am on my knees on the couch again my ass sticking out as I talk to them on the phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These men seem to know me too well. I tend to wonder if I honestly get men hard?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-4481772533097771942?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/4481772533097771942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=4481772533097771942&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/4481772533097771942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/4481772533097771942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-say-right-words.html' title='Just say the right words'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2325/2142860807_9a4bbc7e22_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-464610986104429329</id><published>2008-07-26T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T11:46:17.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chosen One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2358/2357210051_2ec443ed10_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2358/2357210051_2ec443ed10_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Out of all the men that you can sleep with, why me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not YOU? Because we have known each other too well. Both hungry for affection and passion. Not getting these things and more from our spouses. We talk and write about sex. Our topics during our instant messaging has been of sex. When we talk on the phone we discuss sex. There is a sexual attraction and connection, no doubt about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly there is a friendship. Through the years it has developed into something special. I can read you like a book. We comfort one another with words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, I would be honored to have sex with you. To taste your sweet lips against mine as we kiss passionately. Your hands wandering all over my body. Feeling the shapes and curves. Undressing each other and admiring our naked bodies. Your arms around me. All the things we wrote and spoke of, will become reality. Our moans that were heard by phone, will be REAL. I want to wake up every sensual and sexual part of your body. Looking into your eyes. Call my name, talk dirty to me, grab me tight and FUCK me as much as you can. Blow my mind baby..ignite the fire within. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you up to the task??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-464610986104429329?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/464610986104429329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=464610986104429329&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/464610986104429329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/464610986104429329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/07/chosen-one.html' title='The Chosen One'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2358/2357210051_2ec443ed10_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-734737859460678190</id><published>2008-07-24T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T21:48:55.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there such a thing as bad sex?</title><content type='html'>What is considered to be bad sex? No attraction but both of you are desperate and just wants to get laid? Did you have sex just because he has a cock and she has a pussy so "let's fuck" kind of attitude? Were there limitations, she won't give oral and does not want oral? He/she did not give good oral? He/she did not fulfill your expectations and therefore the sex suffers..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-734737859460678190?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/734737859460678190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=734737859460678190&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/734737859460678190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/734737859460678190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/07/is-there-such-thing-as-bad-sex.html' title='Is there such a thing as bad sex?'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-8801468392923164842</id><published>2008-07-22T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T22:08:02.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What part of the body do you want a pic of?</title><content type='html'>This is what this guy asked my friend. He first sent her a picture of just his eyes. Wow, he had such dreamy eyes. Then he asked "what other part of the body would you like a pic of?" Now, to his surprise, my friend asked for a picture of his hand. My other friend and I said in unison "hand??" Now we know if he is like  most men, they are so proud to show the "family jewel". Well, my friend finds a man's hand attractive. She said it tells a lot about a man. His grooming if they are hard working or not. Interesting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-8801468392923164842?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/8801468392923164842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=8801468392923164842&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/8801468392923164842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/8801468392923164842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-part-of-body-do-you-want-pick-of.html' title='What part of the body do you want a pic of?'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-3545598016589338764</id><published>2008-07-22T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T20:45:05.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there a full moon?</title><content type='html'>My yahoo 360 page has been bombarded by horny men! I have never had that many comments in one day. Learning my lesson, I delete old comments. They tend to build up quickly. I have to admit, I have been in a playful mood. It sure shows in my chat conversations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to see my coworker and I have never seen her all tense. Usually she is quiet but she had things going on and projects with deadlines. She yelled out in frustrations. The guy who she shares the office with kindly stepped out, because he sensed a woman thing. Why is it when a woman is moody, they think she is on the rag? Well, it was sex related. She told me she has not had sex in a long time and she does not even remember what a cock looked like? I told her I can top her on who has not had sex for a long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit I am sexually frustrated as well. But maybe..that will change? Hmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-3545598016589338764?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/3545598016589338764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=3545598016589338764&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/3545598016589338764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/3545598016589338764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/07/is-there-full-moon.html' title='Is there a full moon?'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-5400588497679605685</id><published>2008-07-11T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T22:38:08.360-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='act of pleasure'/><title type='text'>Teasing, touching and jacking off</title><content type='html'>She teases first&lt;br /&gt;Wearing a bra revealing her breasts&lt;br /&gt;Snug and uplifting contrasting the curves and shape&lt;br /&gt;Making a man's mouth water and &lt;br /&gt;The dirty thoughts running through mind&lt;br /&gt;Wish his hands were cupping them&lt;br /&gt;Pulling down her bra down, just revealing her nipples&lt;br /&gt;Leaning close licking and sucking each one&lt;br /&gt;Hearing her sweet cries &lt;br /&gt;Watching and feeling each nipple get erect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if she could read his mind&lt;br /&gt;She cups her breasts and pulls down&lt;br /&gt;Her bra, revealing her breasts&lt;br /&gt;Taking each nipple in her fingers&lt;br /&gt;She arches her back and pinches them&lt;br /&gt;Letting out a moan and then she removes the bra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is left is her panty&lt;br /&gt;She wiggles her hips as she holds to the sides&lt;br /&gt;Slowly she removes them, bending slightly&lt;br /&gt;Her breasts hang down, nipples still erect&lt;br /&gt;Panty falls on the floor, around her ankles&lt;br /&gt;Kicking it aside she is fully on naked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting back on the couch&lt;br /&gt;Positioning herself leaning back on propped pillows&lt;br /&gt;Her legs are spread and in clear view&lt;br /&gt;Nicely shaved and glistening wet&lt;br /&gt;She licks her finger and begins rubbing her clit&lt;br /&gt;Sticking a finger or two inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He watches and can't help but touch himself as well&lt;br /&gt;Watching in awe and getting hornier by the minute&lt;br /&gt;Such expertise and precision as he watches her&lt;br /&gt;So sexy and hot&lt;br /&gt;He strokes his cock precisely to her touching herself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To heat things up and send him over the top&lt;br /&gt;She brings out a vibrator&lt;br /&gt;Rubbing it against her clit and lips&lt;br /&gt;She stops and rests the tip of the vibe above her clit&lt;br /&gt;No don't stop! was his reaction&lt;br /&gt;She slowly pushes it in her pussy&lt;br /&gt;It's so wet, she contracts her muscles and pushes it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In and out it goes&lt;br /&gt;One hand controlling the thrusts and the other rubbing the clit&lt;br /&gt;He strokes his cock, tightening his fingers around it&lt;br /&gt;Imagining it's his cock and not the vibrator banging that wet pussy &lt;br /&gt;Fast and faster, keeping in rhythm with her thrusting the vibrator&lt;br /&gt;Lifting her hips up and getting a good angle&lt;br /&gt;He keeps rubbing and rubbing&lt;br /&gt;She ends up getting wetter dripping&lt;br /&gt;Then he shoots a load and she keeps on going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing with herself and he continues to keep up with&lt;br /&gt;Finally she cums and he shoots another load&lt;br /&gt;She runs her finger along the opening of her pussy&lt;br /&gt;Man..she made good use of her vibrator&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-5400588497679605685?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/5400588497679605685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=5400588497679605685&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/5400588497679605685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/5400588497679605685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/07/teasing-touching-and-jerking.html' title='Teasing, touching and jacking off'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-376981441736131327</id><published>2008-07-10T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T22:14:02.233-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='telephone fantasy'/><title type='text'>Plain and simple..JUST FUCK ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/22/24677536_155bcd0315_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/22/24677536_155bcd0315_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the bed, in her favorite position, she lays on her tummy. &lt;br /&gt;Feeling the breeze against her naked body. &lt;br /&gt;Surfing the net, her phone rings..it's HIM&lt;br /&gt;How are you baby? What are you up to? He asks&lt;br /&gt;Well..I am naked on the bed&lt;br /&gt;Funny, I just got out of the shower and I am naked as well&lt;br /&gt;Lets be naked together!&lt;br /&gt;There talk is about SEX&lt;br /&gt;He tells her he is stroking his cock thinking of her&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to be inside her, aching for her naked body&lt;br /&gt;As he talks, she starts playing with herself&lt;br /&gt;Touching her now wet pussy but she needed more lubrication&lt;br /&gt;She spits in her hand, making her fingers wet&lt;br /&gt;Spreading her legs, she touches her clit, lips and then pussy&lt;br /&gt;She tells him, I just watched porn and made myself cum&lt;br /&gt;Cum again for me baby, he tells her&lt;br /&gt;Closing her eyes she touches herself and he listens carefully&lt;br /&gt;Her voice is soft, relaxed and very sexy&lt;br /&gt;As she tells him what she is doing&lt;br /&gt;It felt so good, the way her fingers worked it magic&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the dripping wetness on her fingers&lt;br /&gt;She wished it was his tongue, his finger and his COCK&lt;br /&gt;His face up close and against her pussy&lt;br /&gt;Sending chills through her body, hitting her g-spot&lt;br /&gt;As this vision was played in her mind and her fingers&lt;br /&gt;Making her body feel a sensation and have it take over&lt;br /&gt;She had to moan, moan to that uncontrollable feeling&lt;br /&gt;Her voice picks up, with little cries&lt;br /&gt;Hearing his voice and guiding her, telling her to let go&lt;br /&gt;She did as told and she let go, pouring all her energy&lt;br /&gt;Into a climatic ending&lt;br /&gt;Her body shakes and quivers and then she hits that SPOT&lt;br /&gt;It was music to his ears as she let out an orgasmic moan&lt;br /&gt;The sound echoed in the room&lt;br /&gt;She tries to catch her breath and she heard him say "wow"&lt;br /&gt;Resting her head on the pillow she rubs her face against it&lt;br /&gt;As if it was him laying next to her&lt;br /&gt;Wishing he was there beside her, holding her close&lt;br /&gt;The connection and energy was so strong and felt so real&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-376981441736131327?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/376981441736131327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=376981441736131327&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/376981441736131327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/376981441736131327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/07/plain-and-simplejust-fuck-me.html' title='Plain and simple..JUST FUCK ME!'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/22/24677536_155bcd0315_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-2978930753086509392</id><published>2008-07-02T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T21:45:28.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lust in the emotions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/364741755_67177b8946_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/364741755_67177b8946_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your craving my body&lt;br /&gt;Is this real?&lt;br /&gt;The body temperature is rising&lt;br /&gt;Longing to make love just for a night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissing, hugging and holding me tight&lt;br /&gt;Pleasing me with all your might&lt;br /&gt;After the love game has been played&lt;br /&gt;Was it all an illusion?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-2978930753086509392?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/2978930753086509392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=2978930753086509392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/2978930753086509392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/2978930753086509392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/07/lust-in-emotions.html' title='Lust in the emotions'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/364741755_67177b8946_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-6237419023162493726</id><published>2008-06-27T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T16:19:59.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No masturbating..well that only lasted two days</title><content type='html'>LOL..Yea yea Percy you knew it wouldn't last! =0)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-6237419023162493726?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/6237419023162493726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=6237419023162493726&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/6237419023162493726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/6237419023162493726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-masturbatingwell-that-only-lasted.html' title='No masturbating..well that only lasted two days'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-4331804502928069228</id><published>2008-06-24T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T22:27:46.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No sex..No masturbating!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/232/490326822_4237e74dbb_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/232/490326822_4237e74dbb_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to give up on "playing" with myself until I have sex. It's been awhile since I have gotten laid and it looks like I am having a bit of a dry spell. No such luck in finding a "lover". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's so how long I can keep from masturbating..wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-4331804502928069228?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/4331804502928069228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=4331804502928069228&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/4331804502928069228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/4331804502928069228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-sexno-masturbating.html' title='No sex..No masturbating!'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/232/490326822_4237e74dbb_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-3362858039918189500</id><published>2008-06-23T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T22:53:26.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Which do you prefer..facing you or away?</title><content type='html'>When it cums to her riding....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face to face&lt;br /&gt;Easy to kiss. Fondle and suck her breasts, cupped in each hand. Seeing the passion and desire in her eyes as she bites her lower lip with every pounding and thrust inside her. She does circular motions with her hip, feeling every inch of your erect rock of a cock. Looking down and she leans back just a little for you to thumb her clit. You watch her go up and down on your cock in such awe and amazement. Hearing her wetness and feeling it as well. Her ass banging against your balls. Those beautiful breasts bouncing as you hold her hips steady in place, as you thrust and fuck her deeper and hard. Her screams of "fuck me baby..yes yes..fuck my wet pussy..harder oh yea fuck me baby!" Her wet juices dripping warmly down your cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind&lt;br /&gt;She climbs on top, slides down slowly. Watching as her sweet pussy covers most of your cock. Feeling her snug and tight. Watching as your cock opens up her pussy. Leaning a forward, you see that sweet ass of hers and her a-hole. You can help but slap and squeeze her cheeks. Thumbing her hole as she is riding you in a back and forth motion. Sitting up and leans back and starts rubbing her clit as you are pounding her in an upward motion. Her breasts are bouncing and her pussy is dripping wet. She can't control the feeling in her pussy and she lets out a moan and soft scream. Oh god yes fuck me! Yes yes! HARDER! Quicker! As her voice echoing in the room and you do as your told. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either position works..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-3362858039918189500?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/3362858039918189500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=3362858039918189500&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/3362858039918189500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/3362858039918189500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/06/which-do-you-preferfacing-you-or-away.html' title='Which do you prefer..facing you or away?'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-2092984728122488362</id><published>2008-06-19T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T22:47:56.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Right on "Q"</title><content type='html'>Only 20 minutes until my lunch break and he signs on messenger. I say "hi" and we just jump into sex chat. He said he misses me and wishes that I was there sitting on his desk. Us kissing..He starts painting an erotic scenario. Of course I chime in and he gets all excited. We exchange sexual words, which make me tingle, smile and good inside. And yes, I am not touching myself. It can get real real HOT! After our brief "sex" as he and I put it. We both seem to be "sexually" satisfied. It's the feeling you get after having great sex but not actually doing the initial deed. Tough to understand huh? Pretty amazing for two people who have not meet in person but having known each other for 3 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it isn't just sex talk between us, we do discuss personal stuff and sexual frustrations and needs. We have this connection and bond. I'm not sure how long it will lasts....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1311/1043905493_643723a953_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1311/1043905493_643723a953_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-2092984728122488362?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/2092984728122488362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=2092984728122488362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/2092984728122488362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/2092984728122488362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/06/right-on-q.html' title='Right on &quot;Q&quot;'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1311/1043905493_643723a953_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-6768873243023569878</id><published>2008-06-18T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T22:20:45.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are In My Thoughts..</title><content type='html'>This was expected and only time will tell&lt;br /&gt;And when it finally HAPPENS&lt;br /&gt;You are engulfed with mixed emotions&lt;br /&gt;Do you cry? A numbness takes over&lt;br /&gt;You are not in the right state of mind&lt;br /&gt;The waiting is over and you are left empty&lt;br /&gt;Your friends and family are there to comfort you&lt;br /&gt;But you must be strong for them and yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now comes the healing&lt;br /&gt;Preparations and people giving their sympathies and condolences&lt;br /&gt;A part of you tries to smile but when no one is looking&lt;br /&gt;Sadness and emptiness is felt&lt;br /&gt;Regrets of the bad times or words that were exchanged from the past surface&lt;br /&gt;And you wished that you could tell him "I'm sorry"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep his spirit alive&lt;br /&gt;Talk, reminisces, smile and laugh&lt;br /&gt;He will forever live on in your heart&lt;br /&gt;Keep his memory alive with the happy and sad times&lt;br /&gt;He will be looking down from the heavens watching over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, I would lay on the bed before I go to sleep. Staring up at the ceiling, I'm thinking of you. Hoping that you are okay and then I hug the pillow close to my chest. Closing my eyes I imagine hugging you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I am your child.&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go, you take me, too.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I know, I learn from you.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I do, you taught me to do.&lt;br /&gt;I am your child.&lt;br /&gt;And I am your chance.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever will come, will come from me.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is won, by winning me.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I am, you taught me to be.&lt;br /&gt;I am your hope,&lt;br /&gt;I am your chance,&lt;br /&gt;I am your child. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics from "I am your Child" by Barry Manilow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-6768873243023569878?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/6768873243023569878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=6768873243023569878&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/6768873243023569878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/6768873243023569878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-are-in-my-thoughts.html' title='You Are In My Thoughts..'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-2492969682988676609</id><published>2008-06-18T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T21:32:46.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cybering..without touching yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2165/2537101798_e6c68598bf_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2165/2537101798_e6c68598bf_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is possible to feel something without necessarily playing with yourself. The right words and setting up the perfect scenario. It's like playing tag or trying to out do the other. Words can be so strong and as the words are typed, you can also feel the intensity and energy that two people can ignite. As the words appear on the screen and are read. The effect that it has on our mind and body can be tremendous. It's like reading trashy novels or erotica stories. Those who can lure someone's sexual desire have such a strong imagination and the effect it can hold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men seem to get hard or have a problem sitting correctly. For me, my vagina muscles tense up and they contract. It's amazing how hot and sexy my chat with certain men can get. AMAZING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-2492969682988676609?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/2492969682988676609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=2492969682988676609&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/2492969682988676609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/2492969682988676609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/06/cyberingwithout-touching-yourself.html' title='Cybering..without touching yourself'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2165/2537101798_e6c68598bf_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-1877314486598576362</id><published>2008-06-09T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T21:28:51.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playful mood at the office</title><content type='html'>Our paths cross. "J" asks me where does one of the guys at my department sits. I told him, next floor up, same area where my desk is at. He wanders off. My cubicle neighbor tells me that she ran into him and he asked her the same question. We both looked at each other puzzled. I'm walking to the restroom and I run into "J". He is reading a list and I said "your shirt is sticking out" as he is walking behind me, he starts messing with me. I am walking and saying "I said no and I mean no". He then says "oh come on, you do it better than the others" as he is tucking his shirt in. We run into a secretary and she has this grin on her face. But she knows "J" was being funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run into the guy "J" was looking for and he looked a bit upset. I am like what's up? He said I have been sitting in "J"'s office and he said to meet there. I'm like "I ran into him awhile ago and he was heading to his office". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the afternoon, I run into "J" again. He's like "we have to stop meeting like this, people will talk and you know you can't resist me." I had a quick response, "oh most definitely, I can't go through the day without being in your presence, you are a breath of sunshine in this dreary day, so I must kneel before you, oh wise one!" He starts laughing and knows I am messing with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to have that sense of humor, making the day go by quickly..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-1877314486598576362?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/1877314486598576362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=1877314486598576362&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/1877314486598576362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/1877314486598576362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/06/playful-mood-at-office.html' title='Playful mood at the office'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-58994315995782566</id><published>2008-06-08T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T22:43:50.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Record breaking heat</title><content type='html'>All day today, I was in my bra and panties. It wasn't easy to cool off. Top things off, I had to do laundry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kept myself cool with glasses of ice water. The cube felt nice against my perspiring skin. As I was folding the laundry I notice some rug burns. No..I did not have hot kinky sex on the carpet. Ok that brings back memories of myself and one of my lovers fucking like wild animals. Back to reality....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was doing some spring cleaning around the house and I must have rubbed my legs on the carpet when I was on my knees. Yes, I do like being on my knees every now and then. LOL And with the hot weather, the mosquitoes seem to have a picnic with my warm blooded legs. Damn them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else happened? I did some chatting on messenger. The little green-eyed monster inside of me surfaced and showed itself. Yes, jealousy took over. Long story....it's almost time for me to go to bed. Not sure if I will be able to sleep in this heat. G'night everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-58994315995782566?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/58994315995782566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=58994315995782566&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/58994315995782566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/58994315995782566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/06/record-breaking-heat.html' title='Record breaking heat'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-816251594179027100</id><published>2008-06-05T22:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T22:49:47.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the company of men</title><content type='html'>My muse is not just one man but a group of them. Each one unique in their own way that inspires me. Brings out my sexual and sensual inhibitions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if I mentioned about my 360 blog. Over 15,000 views. I have a nice group of "friends" a total of 60 (mostly men and maybe 1 or 2 women). Everyday I have an average of 10 comments on my page from avid fans and new ones. A few I have actually chatted with on messenger. Others I trade sexual e-mails with. Would I meet them in person? At the moment..no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men come and go. They have played a part in my life. I've grown in a sense. I know what I want and go for it, if necessary. There is so much going on right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far no sex. Whenever the opportunity of sex should happen, I take what I can get. But honestly, I do not see myself with a steady lover. They seem to disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend asked me if I have ever cheated. Without any hesitation, I said no. With the love affairs that I have had. It takes me a moment to realize "wow, did I really cheat?" The thought of my affairs never come to mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of sex, that is a different story. I reminisce in my mind about the sexy hot fucking! It never fails to put a smile on my face at the thought of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-816251594179027100?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/816251594179027100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=816251594179027100&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/816251594179027100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/816251594179027100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-company-of-men.html' title='In the company of men'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-5575589936383818698</id><published>2008-06-01T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T22:44:05.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me? Unique?</title><content type='html'>I was exchanging chat with a new friend "CT". Great guy. His divorce became final and he met this great lady. He lives in Texas. He was full of questions and I know one being that I am married and looking. Honestly I am not looking at the moment, I am on hiatus or "to be announced". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me "are you just waiting to meet someone and just let it happen?" My response back was, sex is sex. That is what is important. I get what I can get. And when it happens it will happen. After that, we go our separate ways. Meet up again or have sex with someone else. It's like a day at the "office" so to speak. No worries and life goes on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he types "you know what, you are unique woman". Why do you say that, I asked? Well, you think like a man. LOL Funny, I have been told when I write my erotica stories, I sometimes think like what a man thinks. Is this a good or bad thing??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-5575589936383818698?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/5575589936383818698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=5575589936383818698&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/5575589936383818698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/5575589936383818698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/06/me-unique.html' title='Me? Unique?'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-6461935266905073152</id><published>2008-06-01T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T14:16:29.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A familiar face</title><content type='html'>My friend and I went for a coffee run. She was talking to a bunch of people that she knew who worked there. I was waiting for the order as she was mingling. The place was crowded and I was checking out the area. With my love affairs and men that I have met from the internet. What were my chances that I would see one of them while I was with a friend? I wondered what would happen if I ran into one of them when I was with my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I saw "Science Guy". He and I chat every now and then. And we have met for coffee twice. No sex though. Yes, he wants to eat me out, roll me on my tummy and fuck me hard doggie style. Any who, he was sitting there working on his laptop and he had his phone headset on. He didn't look up and I looked over at him, hoping he would look my way. There were a bunch of hot young women that walked over to where he was and finally! He glanced over and saw me. We exchanged smiles but that was it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend started talking to me and we got our order. I got a strange feeling he was looking at my ass. When I got home, I got an email from him. Great seeing you and by the way..you have a nice tight ass there! Let me count the many things I want to do to it....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-6461935266905073152?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/6461935266905073152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=6461935266905073152&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/6461935266905073152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/6461935266905073152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/06/familiar-face.html' title='A familiar face'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-2721613412424537185</id><published>2008-05-30T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T21:36:20.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Square Pegs and Holes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3181/2295777829_0fa60a73bb_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3181/2295777829_0fa60a73bb_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Are you around?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"No..I am a square"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You are such a dork&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Now I am thinking square pegs and holes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I have a hole&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Need filling?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yes, I need to fill it. You have something for it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Indeed! Want it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yes..Yes. Will it fit? It may be snug and tight. You may have to wiggle it a bit to get it in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sounds like a lot of work"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yes but it's worth it isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm thinking about it and starting to swell. Where is the hole that needs filling?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You need to explore and find it yourself. I'll blindfold you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Swelling again.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Not good. You need ice. I'll put it in my mouth. You can put it in. THAT is another hole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WOW..I am going to need a shower"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You poor swelled up thing! Can't release? Shall I take a pin and pop it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO PINS! But you can poke it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'd rather rub it..stroke and massage it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Certainly will bring things to a climax.."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-2721613412424537185?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/2721613412424537185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=2721613412424537185&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/2721613412424537185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/2721613412424537185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/05/square-pegs-and-holes.html' title='Square Pegs and Holes'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3181/2295777829_0fa60a73bb_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-289775274017315993</id><published>2008-05-30T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T14:41:00.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look, watch and listen</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Playing with myself&lt;br /&gt;Focusing all your attention on me&lt;br /&gt;Watching as I finger my clit&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the motion and way that it’s done&lt;br /&gt;My legs spread wide for you to see&lt;br /&gt;The clit is very swollen&lt;br /&gt;You wet your lips and swallow &lt;br /&gt;As I play, moving my finger down to my pink lips&lt;br /&gt;I can feel its wetness and the sensation &lt;br /&gt;Of my finger going up and down&lt;br /&gt;Making it swell and you let out a deep sigh&lt;br /&gt;My vibrator lies next to me..waiting&lt;br /&gt;I grab the vibe and rub it against my clit&lt;br /&gt;Down to the very swollen lips and STOP&lt;br /&gt;Letting out an evil laugh&lt;br /&gt;I put the vibe inside but my pussy is a bit tight&lt;br /&gt;And the vibe slips out&lt;br /&gt;With a soft buzz sound, I stick it in&lt;br /&gt;Not moving it at all, it buzzes giving my pussy a nice massage&lt;br /&gt;I start playing with my clit&lt;br /&gt;Turning off the vibe, I begin fucking myself with it&lt;br /&gt;You watch as it gets wet and my juices start to drip&lt;br /&gt;Hearing the wetness as it goes in and out&lt;br /&gt;Getting such a thrill at what is happening in front of your very eyes!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-289775274017315993?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/289775274017315993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=289775274017315993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/289775274017315993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/289775274017315993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/05/look-watch-and-listen.html' title='Look, watch and listen'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-4170181304152151051</id><published>2008-05-28T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T13:41:32.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul Searching</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/534299642_77f442e4cd_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/534299642_77f442e4cd_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is emptiness and we all feel it&lt;br /&gt;Whether it be loneliness or the lack of something&lt;br /&gt;It’s there and it’s felt&lt;br /&gt;In most marriages, it is sexual&lt;br /&gt;Waking up and feeling something missing&lt;br /&gt;The body aches to be wanted, desired and pleasured&lt;br /&gt;We search for that perfect partner, other than our spouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One who can give their body and soul&lt;br /&gt;Embracing sexual and sensual pleasure&lt;br /&gt;Exploring and trying new things&lt;br /&gt;But not one lover can dominate&lt;br /&gt;It takes two to tango &lt;br /&gt;And to give the ultimate pleasure&lt;br /&gt;That one can experience beyond their imagination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeding off each other’s hunger and lust &lt;br /&gt;Making love like wild animals&lt;br /&gt;Feeling orgasmic pleasure over and over&lt;br /&gt;The sweat, sweet fragrance of SEX&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly the energy that two people can ignite&lt;br /&gt;It can be felt within as he thrusts and grinds inside her&lt;br /&gt;The sounds of moans and cries&lt;br /&gt;Dirty, raunchy talks exchanged&lt;br /&gt;Holding on to dear life as the sexual tension builds up &lt;br /&gt;To a level that sends a thrill and shiver through the body&lt;br /&gt;Awakening the soul and well being to such an orgasmic HIGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep breathes, heaving chests, bodies full of sweat and pespiration&lt;br /&gt;Now this is MIND BLOWING GREAT SEX&lt;br /&gt;The kind that is good for the soul and ones well being&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-4170181304152151051?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/4170181304152151051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=4170181304152151051&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/4170181304152151051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/4170181304152151051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/05/soul-searching.html' title='Soul Searching'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/534299642_77f442e4cd_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-3359660512091310415</id><published>2008-05-28T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T12:29:42.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Observing and just wondering</title><content type='html'>As I sit here at Starbucks or as Cheri calls it “Starfucks” hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Writing, I mean TYPING an entry&lt;br /&gt;I pause for a moment to scope out my surroundings&lt;br /&gt;Observing people and those around me&lt;br /&gt;Some are talking and having a conversation&lt;br /&gt;There is a couple, talking and it seems like it’s a first date&lt;br /&gt;Then there are a bunch of men talking about work, politics and etc&lt;br /&gt;Elderly couple, the man reading and the woman is doing a cross word&lt;br /&gt;Others are on their laptop, surfing the net&lt;br /&gt;Then a thought comes to mind&lt;br /&gt;Could it be that just maybe someone here has read my blog?&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn’t it be awesome to lean over and notice on their laptop is MY BLOG!&lt;br /&gt;I’m tempted to reveal myself but I am not that bold&lt;br /&gt;I would probably just smile to myself and feel honored&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to my typing..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-3359660512091310415?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/3359660512091310415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=3359660512091310415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/3359660512091310415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/3359660512091310415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/05/observing-and-just-wondering.html' title='Observing and just wondering'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-2091955017664831188</id><published>2008-05-26T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T20:51:16.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shapes, sizes and FEELING</title><content type='html'>There is a group of women that I chat with. One of them kept bragging about a picture of this guy's penis. She asked us if we want to see it. I said sure, send it to me. Nice pic of his dick. He had a ruler showing the length and I have to admit he has the girth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now..I am not going to kiss and tell. I've seen my share of men who have sent me a picture of their package and men I've slept with. I had to give in my 2 cents and say that there I know someone who longer and has girth as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another woman said she had sex with a guy who was about 10 inches and thick. The sex was good but it started to hurt her and felt uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back and forth we had our little debate. Interesting topic to discuss huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-2091955017664831188?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/2091955017664831188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=2091955017664831188&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/2091955017664831188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/2091955017664831188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/05/shapes-sizes-and-feeling.html' title='Shapes, sizes and FEELING'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-5104794496799583615</id><published>2008-05-22T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T16:50:59.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Got his blood flowing..but which head?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I painted a very nice scenario of he and I. Both sitting naked on the bed. Facing each other and our legs entwined. His fingers gently caressing my nipple. I let out a soft moan of contentment. Then taking my hand, placing it on his chest, running my fingers down to his cock. He lets out a devilish laugh and a big smile appears. Softly I stroke it as I feel it grow in my hand. Re-positioning myself, laying on my tummy and looking down at the head. He opens his legs just a little for me. I lick the tip of the head and spit, making it nice and shiny. My tongue polishing that round delicatable "mushroom". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly I lower my mouth, going deeper and deeper. Opening my tiny mouth as wide as I can. Laying on my beside I start playing with myself. I pull back to take a breath. He grabs my hip and turns me over, brings my butt in front of his face. Opening my legs just a bit, he starts eating me out and then fingering me. I let out a squeal of delight and I continue to suck him. He can hear and see how wet I am..Damn woman you are getting me hard! I feel like I am about to cum. We are doing this through instant messenger. Can I call you so you can hear me cum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each word that pops up in the screen, got his juices going. We talk briefly. As we were doing this, he was stroking himself. In my mind I envision him doing this. Man, that is HOT! I could have helped him cum but I didn't have much privacy to do so and he got interrupted, so we are going to take a rain check.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are such a tease and very hot, you know that? He says before we said our good-byes. Heehee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-5104794496799583615?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/5104794496799583615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=5104794496799583615&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/5104794496799583615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/5104794496799583615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/05/got-his-blood-flowingbut-which-head.html' title='Got his blood flowing..but which head?'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20270589.post-6667392404611325262</id><published>2008-05-15T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T22:16:04.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just reminiscing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Thinking of kissing you all over&lt;br /&gt;Sucking, licking and nibbling your nipples&lt;br /&gt;Cupping your breasts in my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other hand is between your legs&lt;br /&gt;My fingers finding its way to your clit&lt;br /&gt;Putting as much fingers as possible&lt;br /&gt;Inside your pussy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking in your eyes as you cry out&lt;br /&gt;With every movement as my fingers go in and out&lt;br /&gt;Hearing the wetness of your pussy&lt;br /&gt;Your hand is over mine&lt;br /&gt;Guiding me to what turns you on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kiss as my fingers go deep inside you&lt;br /&gt;As you sit there, angling your butt&lt;br /&gt;So my fingers hit your g-spot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encouraging me to keep going&lt;br /&gt;Letting me know that you are enjoying this&lt;br /&gt;Just by the sound and tone of your moans and cries&lt;br /&gt;Tells me that you are all MINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And baby you will cum all over my face&lt;br /&gt;As I bury my face up against your pussy&lt;br /&gt;My nose smelling your scent &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but it does not stop there&lt;br /&gt;Having you lean over the bed&lt;br /&gt;I lift up your hips &lt;br /&gt;And ram my hard cock in that wet pussy of yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banging and thrusting&lt;br /&gt;Making up for all that lost time&lt;br /&gt;That we have been apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Re-living old memories....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20270589-6667392404611325262?l=wantu2wantme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/feeds/6667392404611325262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20270589&amp;postID=6667392404611325262&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/6667392404611325262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20270589/posts/default/6667392404611325262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantu2wantme.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-reminiscing.html' title='Just reminiscing'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525848734815291731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/285/9292/320/sexy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
