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that once in a life time experience

sweet_simplyme — Thu, 12 Nov 2009 13:24:31 UT

when you meet some one who is your soul mate.
Most people tend to find this person once they have already married settled down have a life a family.
They are unhappy and it shows.

I have a good friend who after several years of being divorced and single and playing the field has found this with a former student of his.

He is worried I am upset or jealous, or hurt.
He tells me I will find my one true love

No matter I told him, I found that one true love and he belonged to someone else so I walked away. I will not be a part of breaking up a marriage or relationship.

Yet I sit here feeling overwhelmingly sad.
Knowing that once they decide to be married I will lose a good friend.

Seems that is how my life goes.

Life

sweet_simplyme — Sat, 31 Oct 2009 23:46:41 UT

For those of you who have missed me. I have been playing on other sights but keeping my eye right here.
I have not been doing much writing as my mind has become and empty void.

Perhaps life's little stresses has gotten to me or perhaps it is just writers block.

I am at an all time I do not care about anything low.

In the last month alone, I have taken in one 24 yr old male who is a son of a friend and I did not want to see him on the street or in a shelter I saw what this did to his mom in february.
He is a lying caniving sneaky stealing lets play young women jack off.

I want him out of my apt, but I have to wait to see what his court date will turn up. ( I hope he goes to jail he needs tolearn a few things the hard way)

Now lets add that my Niece had fallen for him and twice in the last month has attempted suicide. HMMMM
The last time she actually came to my home town to attempt this. When the hospital released her I test her mom to let her know the hospital let her go and she had no way to get home. Reply from my sister was oh well my hands are tied nothing I can do. So I went and got her. Had her at my place two days ( neither parent would come and get her) I get a text she is not longer welcome in my sisters home, called her dad nope she cannot go there new wife does not want to deal with his kids.

I am way too nice I did not put her on the street she is staying with me too.

I am over stressed and I am sick as hell!!! I have been in bed for two days SHY of one week. I cannot shake what ever this is and I am tired of being still!!

I am tired I am sick I am weary and I am pissed.

Life

sweet_simplyme — Tue, 20 Oct 2009 11:54:17 UT

I am never alone although I may feel lonely. Really it is more of a longing to be with adults to be loved and held to snuggle on the couch up against his shoulder and watch tv. I often wonder if I am capable of real love, true love. I often pick out men who are emotionally unavailable, or who do not want to be embroiled with my kids.
I often wonder if this is my coping mechanism, I have lived a life of isolation and rejection.
I spent time recently going through family photo albums and the one thing i often seen was me sitting off by myself. My brother and sister would be right close nest to each other and I would be off to the side, come to prom pictures and parties, My prom picture was myself and my date no other friends. My brother and sisters had other couples with them, people they are still friends with today.
My siblings often arrange gatherings amongst themselves and I am left out.
Being an hour and a half away I can understand that, but when I lived in town was less then 2 minutes away I was hurt often.
I learned to bury hurt, bury the pain.
I learned to leave it at the door when I enter their house.
I learned to smile through the pain.
Perhaps that is why when I broke my ankle I walked around on it until it healed and never had it looked at.
The pain was not that bad.

Harder still is knowing that my solitary life style does not teach my kids how to make friends.

My very strange dreams of late

sweet_simplyme — Sun, 18 Oct 2009 15:39:20 UT

Last night I was dreaming we were cleaning out my grandmothers house. I was there going through stuff and it was my stuff and my kids stuff and I was working on a lap top as we were cleaning. Then someone came in yelling that they were there.
Grandma and Tanta Nettie were coming in and I was still working on their rooms.
So I loaded everything into cars and a motorcycle, and drove them tot he shed in the back of the property.
We were going through the shed, and My ex Eric was pissing me off so I hit him with a fishing pole and the pole cast out into the pond and I caught a huge koi, I made Eric take the hook out of the fishes mouth.
It was strange as my grand mother and aunt are both deceased,
Their house was already cleaned out for the most part as my Uncle still resides there.
The ponds do not have carp in them or koi, they have catfish.
I know there was more to this dream it is foggy in my mind.

Yesterdays dream was my family had gone to visit some young woman who had a baby and their camper was there, but we were in the house and I was trying to connect to the internet. I was so sick I had no voice. I worked at a grocery store and I did not know the number to call and tell them I was not coming in. The store was by my friend Maggie's house but we were not in Deep River.
I also worked at AOS in Branford and I could not get on line to say I was not going to be coming in.
In this dream I worked at AOS and quit and went back and quit and went back.
Weird dreams,
What is going on in my head.

nothing but blank space in my mind

sweet_simplyme — Sat, 10 Oct 2009 13:31:35 UT

He held her hand as they walked along the path at the hop yard. Talking of the day, they had at work. She stopped and stood up on tippy toe to to place a kiss upon his cheek.
The twinkle in her eyes told him she was up to something, tugging his hand and pulling him off the beaten path to find, a small space buried in the thicket, she dropped to her knees caressing the crotch of his pants, using her mouth to unbutton and unzip them left him with a look of surprise on his face mixed with that of shear pleasure.
She ran her tongue up his quickly thickening shaft...........

wandering thoughts as I wander through the woods

sweet_simplyme — Wed, 16 Sep 2009 12:42:58 UT

they trapsed through the woods,pushing aside sapplings looking for a quiet spot

he grabbed her by the shoulders turning her to face him as their eyes met he lowered his lips to take possesion of hers

she gasped in surprise,his hands held her buttucks pulling her closer to his

a moan escaped her lips as she trembled her hands pulling at his shirt

trying to shove it up his chest and over his head

he spun her around so her back was facing him and reached around to under her jeans

sliding them down as his hand slid to to the soft mound between her thighs

his finger sliding inside of her moist sex to make sure she was wet and ready for him

His free hand gripped her hip pulling her against him
she could feel the warmth of his skin and the hardness of his erection
pushing gently on her back he bent her over
sliding his hard cock inside her he heard her gasp

gripping her hips with both his hands he rocked her back and forth on his cock
As she moans, softly
she placed her hands on the damp earth and began to shove herself against him harder and faster
Moans louder now
Shhhhh he tells her
reminding her they may not be alone
biting her lip to keep from screaming she holds back her moans
and rocks harder and faster against him
his fingers biting into her flesh as he begins to moan
pulling her hard against him
he can feel her pussy milking his hard cock as she begins to climax
her breath coming in short labored gasps moans escaping her lips, she can taste the blood she has drawn
he moans calling out her name as she feels his seed pulsing and shooting the insides of her.

dunno say a prayer for this boy

sweet_simplyme — Thu, 10 Sep 2009 01:16:06 UT

She looked across the desk to see the tears running down her face. With a tentative smile she asked if she could help.

The woman shook her head, and dabbed at her eyes. She sat next to her and took her hand.

Look, perhaps if you tell me what is wrong I can help.

Taking a deep breath to steady her voice and stem the flow of tears, she looked up with red rimmed eyes.

" My step son he is only 13" she said and shook her head,

Gently I prodded her " Your step son is only 13, is this a bad thing?"

Taking another deep breath and struggling with her emotions She gave a weak smile, " He....He ...... Decided to try to get high buy inhaling propane........" Her voice cracked and she trailed off again. The tears flowing again.

Tentatively I touched her should rubbing gently she giving her the quiet she needed and the time to regather herself.

"can you tell me what happened?" I asked

Taking another breath she forged a head " his mother left him alone to go shopping and he and a friend decided to try to get high inhaling propane, he....he..... has chemical burns on his face and hands, in his mouth his esophogus and lungs! It comes out so cold much like liquid nitrogen. He froze everything, and he is in a medically induced coma."

I could see the energy drain from her, I wrapped my arm around her and just sat and held her hand silently praying for her step son.

I sat with her for a long time, then apologized as I had to get back to my desk.

Back to work.

I sat and wondered why kids feel they are invincible, I called home to check on my kids. I emailed friends, and asked neighbors to make a surprise check on my kids.

As a mother I was concerned, this was a new way to try to get high, another more dangerous way to live on the edge.

I looked up and saw the woman sitting alone. I wondered about how this would affect her life, her marriage.

As my shift ended I hugged her and told her regardless of her religious belief or non belief I begain a prayer circle for her step son.

I felt a need to rush home to my kids.

To hold them to see and feel for myself that they were safe.

So I have been told I cannot stop writing. ( i have not writ

sweet_simplyme — Mon, 20 Jul 2009 01:30:47 UT

So I figure while I am sitting here at work between calls, filing faxes , customers issues and all the other lovely things we do here I would attempt to write once more.
Lucky you get to read it............

She drove along the highway her thumbs tamping out the rhythm of the wipers, the rains pitter patter on the roof was mesmerizing.
She mentally counted backwards from 8 slowly using a relaxation technique she was taught. She had an irrational fear of thunder storms. With each bolt o lightening lighting up the sky her heart would stop then race wildly out of control, With each boom of thunder she would jump then scrunch down in the seat of the car.
A cold sweat broke out on her forehead and she wished he was here with her. As irrational as she knew her fear was, it was real.
She thought back to when she was a small child and they would have storms, how she would hide under the bed or in the closet with pillows and clothes pulled over her ears.
Or how when they took her to the fireworks display she would, she would scream and try to run from the noise. All the while feeling her heart turn somersaults in her tiny chest. Wiping at her eyes, with dirt stained hands.
Her parents would laugh at her tear streaked face, ruffling her hair telling her there was nothing to be scared of.
She learned then to hold back her tears. To hide her feelings, to face the world as a strong unemotional being.
She learned tears were unwelcome, they solved nothing, created more turmoil ...........

The loud blaring of a horn pulled her out of her reverie, ranking on the steering wheel the car started swerving...............................
She shook her leg rapidly back and forth trying to rid herself of the rising heat in her loins.....

Giving up

sweet_simplyme — Fri, 10 Jul 2009 02:06:40 UT

I am giving up on love, I am giving up on men, I am giving up on living. My self imposed isolation is what I need for me. Heart aches are killing me, slowly and painfully, disappointment is jading my views. It is time to learn to enjoy my kids myself the quiet, To relearn the beauty of walking for miles with no destination in mind. The metamorphosis of me, slowly wiggling free of my own chrysalis, Gently poking one tiny piece of flesh out at a time, Spreading my wings in the warm sunshine, the drying up my tears, washing away my fears................................

Nada

sweet_simplyme — Tue, 07 Jul 2009 00:25:07 UT

Her heart was breaking because she was a fool. She foolishly believed she was the only one for you.

You saw the look in her eyes when she looked into yours. she worshiped the ground you walked on, she idealized you, then she saw you with some one new and her heart began to break in two

Life kids being mom

sweet_simplyme — Mon, 06 Jul 2009 03:02:51 UT

I dunno what to say or where to start. Two of my kids do not live with me.One was asked to move back into my moms house. She is 20 with a 20 month old girl. My mom asked her to move back in. My daughter is far from perfect and can have a major attitude.
My son is 17 and moved out in December to live with his father. But his father has no food so he(myson) has been staying at my moms.
Today they my two children had a nasty argument that came very close to turning physical.
My son said some very unsavory words to my daughter.
Both NEED to have the last word. My mom was crying and my daughter and my son took off, for parts unknown, but came back after calming down.

As a mother I feel responsible for their actions even though I know they make the choice to behave in a certain way. I do not know how to fix this. How come these two are so competivie?

Just a little tease

sweet_simplyme — Fri, 19 Jun 2009 10:13:25 UT

she walked into his office with a smile on her lips she closed the door behind her making sure it locked.
He looked up absent minded from his desk, not really paying attention to her.

She walked to the front of his desk and let the rain coat slide to the floor, the plastic made a gentle rustling sound, as it pooled at her feet.

He looked up again and the smile that played at her lips was seductive. This time he noticed her. She was wearing a thin chemise, and short skirt. her shapely legs were bare as well as her feet.

she smiled as she walked around his desk. taking his hand and placing it between her thighs.
He sucked in his breath at the feel of her silky skin, His hand rising up her inner thighs, expecting to find the lacy panties she so often wore.............

none

sweet_simplyme — Fri, 19 Jun 2009 10:10:57 UT

She stood in the rain, on the edge of the slippery rocks, the salty wet spay from the ocean mingled with the tears and rain drops that slid down her face.

Her face turned up towards the sky , she closed her eyes adn raised her arms as if she were giving a sermon, she inhaled deeply, holding the breath in her lungs until she felt they would explode, the carefully exhaled counting backwards from 8.

She felt body begin to relax the tension, the pain, the tears began to abate.

She repeated the relaxation technique once more. She felt the negative energy leave her body. With her eyes still closed she listened to the sounds of the waves as they crashed against the rocks, the gulls cried as they circled above, the wind sang a tormented melody,She breathed deeply taking in the smell of the tangy salted air, as well as the fresh rain, Her ears picked up the splatter of the rain drops as they hit the rocks around, as well as the gentle plop plop plop of the rain hitting the water.................................

A loss

sweet_simplyme — Mon, 08 Jun 2009 11:52:38 UT

A loss Last night when I got home. I had a couple message on my messenger. A young lady I would spend time talking to on line on Netlog. Took her life Saturday. It was a terrible waste. I very sad situation. What I think may have been worse was one of the friends she was talking to just an hour or two before, now feels as if he did not do enough to help. He sent me the conversation they had before she left on line. Nothing in the conversation pointed to her wanting to kill herself. Yes there was evidence she was depressed down on her luck. She made mention of her family and how she felt she did not belong. She called her husband as she was putting the barrel of the gun to her head. I do not know if he heard the shoot. I do know he was on the phone with the police trying to stop her trying to get them there in time to help her. She made a statement to her family by using her mothers gun and taking her life out behind her house. I cannot express my sympathy enough for this family. They have suffered a terrible tragedy. I suffer from clinical depression, I know how dispondant a person can become, I cannot say enough call someone even though you may feel they DO NOT care they do, there is help out there for everyone. I understand how much pain she was in. I wish she had talked to me more. I probably would not have been able to stop what she was doing, I understand this, the only thing I could have done was alert those around her.
As for you Chuck... You did all you could do. You did everything right. Please do not feel you did not do enough.

none

sweet_simplyme — Sun, 31 May 2009 19:51:31 UT

She laid awake and watched the hours tick by......waiting for the phone to ring.......Yet knowing it never would.
She got up and checked the mail once more scanning all the sites, she swore she was not hoping to hear from him but........in her heart she knew she was.
She tried to figure out when she started to love him to look forward to their meetings.
She had told herself when she first met him that it was a one time only deal a one night stand if you will.
But each time she went for her lunch time walk he was there waiting. A smileo n his face, holding out his hand for her to take.
They walked in amicable silence or animated conversation It was either one or the other never both.
He would turn her to face him along the path and as their lips met her heart tugged a little more.
She still knew next to nothing about this man. Her mystery lover as she'd called him.
They would head off the trail and find a quietly secluded spot to make love for an hour before laughing and running back down the trail to the office.
She felt alive with him, young and at peace.
Yet something always nagged at her. He never called her after working hours was never available for a dinner date a Saturday matinee...

She avoided asking him questions about his life as he never really answered them but turned them around to ask them of her.
God how she hated that she was an open book........

Gladly telling him things about herself she NEVER shared with anyone before.

She often wondered if her life was that lonely that she would open up to a man she barely new.
But then she would reason she knew him intimately had slept with him almost daily for last several months.
But in her heart of hearts with out his admitting to it he was married. Oh he had told her he was divorced but the tell tale signs were there.

so now she warred with herself over having an affair with a married man. When had she decided to so glibly sit by and wait for the phone to ring? When had she decided to give up her time to wait for him......

She no longer saw him on lunches as she had a change of jobs and was no longer available to him.

Yet she longed for his touch, longed to smell the scent of his skin the scent of his soap and cologne.

She hated sitting home alone on holidays when she knew he was off to the cape with his wife and kids.

She had to ask him straight out if he was married and then she had to decide if she was willing to continue to live in this lie.....

Was she strong enough to walk away. To say no when and if he called.

She noticed the trend he did not contact her unless she left a message. Or if he saw another man had left her a public message. Then he was there, like a jealous man, trying to hide his jealousy masking it, with passion and lust.

She laid her head back on the head rest and closed her eyes envisioning her sitting ina rocker in the nursing home still pining away for him. Rocking while knitting socks for her grand kids.

God she was stupidly blind.............

help me out here with titles please

sweet_simplyme — Wed, 27 May 2009 12:53:04 UT

She was looking into his blue eyes so filled with laughter, She wondered how anyone could always be that happy. It seemed his eyes were never clouded with worry or sadness.
He always found a way to make her laugh and smile even when she was on the verge of tears, he had a magical way of making her knees buckle with desire, her mouth go dry with wanting....
He did not even need to touch her, but when he did her world seemed to spin wildly out of control,
His hands would slowly work their way up her shirt, slowly seeking and then finding her breasts, she wanted to scream faster quicker hurry, I need you take me now but the words never seemed to leave her lips,
She never tried to hide from him, never tried to cover herself though she knew she was not by any stretch of the imagination thin, or sexy or beautiful.....but some how his hands his lips and his words always made her feel like she was the most beautiful most sexy woman in the world...............

Love Affair

sweet_simplyme — Tue, 12 May 2009 12:50:24 UT

Love affair
Current mood: creative
Category: Writing and Poetry
He took the long way home today focusing his thoughts on Ann, She had strawberry blond highlights in her dark brown hair that danced in the sunlight. Her olive complexion with the rosey cheeks that dimpled when she smiled always broght a smile to his face.
Surely he loved his wife, but Ann brought out the youth in him, she was exuberant and always full of life. She loved adventure,
He will never forget their first meeting.
She took his hand and pulled him excitedly through the brush, to a quiet spot in the woods, She called it her special place.
In the center was a large flat boulder where the sun shone through the trees warming its surface.
Pulling on his hand she led him to the boulder and sat to talk to him, She looked at him shyly through her brown eyes but her smile was brighter then the sun on that mild spring day. Her excitement in telling him about herself was almost child like.
He remembered their first kiss sitting on that boulder, she kneeled up and covered his mouth with hers, the shock that went through him was something he had not expected, she was electric, her passion untamed.
Once he tasted her lips he wanted to taste more of her..............

On impulse more then anything else he headed to the woods were he had first met her. He missed her with everything inside of him, his longed to feel her body pressed against his.
He parked the car and got out slowly walking the trail, looking at the young vegitation as if seeing it for the first time, remembering her naming off the wild flowers to him, and telling him how to grow them in a domestic garden. He smiled remembering her enthusiasim and her love of gardening, seeing the cloud of saddness pass across her face to be quickley replaced by a sunny smile, shaking his head he wondered what was wrong with him why couldnt he forget her? He had taken other lovers in the past 18 months none lasting very long, none compared to Ann.
Longing and lonely, he walked slowly down the path that would lead him to the brush, that had their hidden place........

Ann lay back on the checkered cloth, Her arm over her eyes as sheabsorbed the warmth of the sun, heated both from the rock beneath her and the sun above her, she let her mind drift back to when Stan and she would come here and make love.
She knew she should not be thinking of him, He was another womans man. She promised herself after finding her ex husband with another woman she would never cross that boundary. Never sleep with another womans husband.
She knew first hand the pain, the rejection, that jilted feeling.

She also knew that if a man was cheating on his wife with her, he would never be faithful to her if they were to become a couple.

But she could not get him out of her mind...........

Love Affair

sweet_simplyme — Mon, 11 May 2009 12:57:58 UT

Love Affair
Current mood: creative
Category: Writing and Poetry
She danced in the field of wild flowers to the music of the wind, laughing up at the sun, as her love affair began.
Fingers entwined, the waltzed through the field, back into the woods, strolling along the path, impulsivly she reached up and kissed his cheek.
He stopped along the path and took her inhis arms, his lips smiling down at her, the happiness shining in his eyes, she watched as his lips came closer, until the touched softly to hers,
Her eyes closed gently as his tongue danced around her lips, willingly she parted hers to asked the mating ritual of his tongue, tentative at first, tasting seeking, finding passion, More urgent the dance became,
She found his passion rising to meet hers, unable to keep it wrapped up tight with in it's cocoon she let it her passion unfurl,
Her hands running up and down his back then her fingers tangled in his hair, a moan escaping from her lips, as his hands found the soft flesh under her shirt, warm and inviting seeking the underside of her breasts,
His words softly spoken against her lips, words of encouragemnt and desire,
Pressed against his lean body she could feel his excitement grow.
Her breathing coming more rapidly, her body acting on its own, her fingers deftly unzipped his pants, and heard the sigh, and soft moan as she released his erection from its tight bound,
her hand warm and satiny carressed his shaft, eliciting a strangled groan from deep in his throat,
"God, I want you" he moaned " I want to bury myself deep with in your hot wet pussy"

Her lips sought his and came up with a mouthful of pillow, She sat up realizing it was all a dream,
Drawing her knees up to her chest hugging a pillow to them she wondered what she was doing.

She had avoided him for 18 months, pushing thoughts of him out of her mind, she reminded herself he was married. If he was lying to his wife he was surely lying to her.
But God, she craved him, her nights were filled of dreams that seemed so real, waking her with a mouthful of pillow her her hands touching herself, his smile was burned into her brain as they stood in the path and looked at each other the day he told her he was married, Her smile never falterd and her pine stayed straight, head up, yet inside her heart felt as if it was dying,
she found someone to match her passions, her love of the outdoors, someone who seemed to understand her and whom she understood,
Her days were spent burying herself in work trying to keep him from her mind yet she would often find her self daydreaming with that smile she had for only him.
Wishing they could be together,

Her panties always became wet and she would squirm in her seat until a coworker asked her if she was ok, then trying to hide her embarrasement she would force herself to concentrate on the task at hand.

The sun was shining and she decied to play hookie from work, she headed out to the path they once walked daily, taking with her a book a picnic lunch and an old checkered table cloth, She figured if she revisited the place their passion took hold, then perhaps she would get him out of her mind,

He sat at his desk typeing and erasing a message to her. He had never before felt what he felt with her. He never had a woman that could match his passion, his love of the out doors, or his sexual appetite
He did not know what it was about her, he found her extremely sexy, beautiful. She always would blush when he told her how sexy or beautiful she was.
He wished he had not told her he was married but he was not one to out right lie, omit the truth yes but lie....
He smiled to himself as he thought about the walks they had taken every afternoon, just being with her holding her hand made him feel things he had never felt. He loved the way the sunlight danced off her hair and the way her smile reached to her eyes, he chuckled softly to himself, rememberingher picking up the toad and asking him if she kissed the toad would she have her handsome prince with a wink at him and a twinkle in her eye she made a pretense of kissing the toad before letting it go. He never new a girl in his youth or a woman in all his adult life that would handle a toad, let alone kiss one,

"Hey Stan......what is that smile all about" one of his co workers asked breakinghim out of his own thoughts,

Smile he shrugged "Happy thoughts" he replied,

????????????????

sweet_simplyme — Tue, 05 May 2009 00:14:38 UT

?????
Tear drops form behind her eyes the smile pasted tight
The smile does not quite meet her eyes but no one really sees
She talks to empty space even when she is talking to your face.
In mid sentence you stride away as if her words had nothing to say

Glibely you tell her of your conquests, not seeing the hurt behind the smile
Silently she seethes in anger, hurt jealousy, you see that smile, it no longer reaches her eyes

You call some night too drunk to drive sitting in her lot, hoping she can keep you alive.
Her door is open always for you, a freidn tried and true

You laugh in the face of danger hoping death will consume you.....She watches as you slowly kill yourself, drinking smoking taking recklace chances,
You laugh and joke about how life can kill yet she watches as you put another nail in the coffin

She reaches out to touch your shoulder, the tenderest look in her eyes, the words sit on the edge of her tongue,
She hugs you says she cares, kissing your neck biting back her tears,
Her hand reaches up to tangle the hair on your chest, her cheek pressed against your shoulder.

Silently she whispers "God how much I love you" words she knows you will not hear. already your gently snoring in her ear.

The tears fall silent on your chest, so unawares of all her fears. She loves you, you fool with all she has......
You just want a friend who will share some ass...........

where will my fingers take me

sweet_simplyme — Sun, 03 May 2009 15:34:11 UT

She sat looking at him.... her smile bright and true her feelings shining through her eyes, yet she denied the love she felt..knowing he was married and not hers, she tried not to feel.

Oh at first she did not know he was married, there was no ring, no marks from a ring, he said he was single but the little inconsitincies kept adding up, he could only do lunch dates or see her during the day, never available evenings or weekend.

She asked questions around the one she really wanted to ask.

FInally she asked him right out if he was married and he could not lie to her. He admitted he was married looking both sad and ashamed.

She smiled sadly and told him good bye.

She spent a year looking for the right one.....dinners after work, saturday night dance clubs, singles hikes but no one captivated her the way he did.

Then one day she had a message from him a simple hi how are you doing? She smiled brightly and replied with an update of how her life had been going her job change. She was now working closer to his home town.

They chatted on line for a bit and she gave in and called him...she loved the sound of his voice, both husky and strong at the same time, his simple hello would start her nipples to tingling.

He asked if they could meet some morning for breakfast....she finally relented after all breakfast was harmless between friends right.........

The memories brought a smile to her face..........his hair was cut short and spiked some and his smile would crinkle the corners of his eyes, her eyes fixated on his mouth remembering how good his lips tasted.... Gawd she was in trouble.

Wishes

sweet_simplyme — Tue, 28 Apr 2009 23:54:49 UT

Sometimes I wish my days were carefree
No kids to chase
No home to care for
No job to come too
But then what would my existence be?

Some days I wish I was loved free
To be simply me.
To hold my hand and walk in the sun
To dance in the sand under the moonlit sky

Some days I long to feel
your arms wrapped about my waist
your breath in my hair
your lips across my face.

some days I want to cry
to hold you tight

Daroadhawgg

sweet_simplyme — Mon, 27 Apr 2009 11:45:59 UT

I have been optimistic, I have been frantic, I have looked and searched, emailed and text,
I have worried and wondered and left you here.
You disappeared one day from all our pages,
Disappeared when the weather where you are was so bad... the death toll rising.......
Your "friends" here have waited to hear from you
We have wondered where you have been.
The private messages pop up once again.....
Have you heard from him.... Do you know how he is...
In case your hear under a different name...... and you stop by
I wanted you to know you are often in my thoughts on my mind........
Your circle of friends on net log that were and are my friends too often ask and wonder about you.

Some asked what do I want

sweet_simplyme — Sat, 25 Apr 2009 00:01:38 UT

Someone asked what I wanted
Someone asked me what I wanted in a man in life. Honestly how do you answer this? Do you say I want great sex, someone who understands me, someone who respects me, someone who will dance in the rain with me, walk in the moonlight with me, someone who would lay day their life for me? There are so many areas to want a person to be with you in, mind body and spirit. Someone to laugh with and cry with, someone who will pick you up when you fall but will also let you stand on your own not rush in to save you at everyturn, but also someone you can lean on from time to time.
I have learned to be strong, to stand on my own, letting go is not easy for me, trusting someone else to be there is not easy for me, So many times I have been let down, have counted on someone who was never there when it counted, that I do not know if I can ever let go that part of me to allow someone in.
My good friend Moon, pointed out to me that I have a dear dear friend who calls on me when He needs someone to talk to, he has shared his tears with me his anger, his laughter, something most men do not do, But when my Uncle died, I waited to call him, Oh I wanted to call him, but his words ringing true in my ears about, death dying and crying over someone who has died instead fo celebrating how they lived I did not call. Not until I had my emotions completely undercontrol. No tears, no whine or catch in my voice, very nonchalant about it all.
How do I figure out what it is I want? I want to love and be loved, but do I really know what love is? Oh I know the unconditional love of a parent and a child, a sibling, niece and nephew.
I know how to give unconditional love. But I do not know how to accept it.
I often say the wrong thing at the wrong time, (open mouth insert foot) I tend to blurt out what I feel, or I hold it all in until I feel the deep dark depths of depression closing in on me and I want to just lay down and die.
I hold the tears in until my stomach twists in agony and then still I keep them buried deep.
I learned to eat to hide the emotions, yawn in stead of cry.
I want to go on here but I have to get ready for work

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sweet_simplyme — Wed, 15 Apr 2009 03:33:32 UT

She stood in line waiting to pay her cover charge dancing from foot to foot , barely able to contain herself, His car was in the lot, he was here. She danced impatiently straining to see over the crowd, looking for him. It had been over 2 months since she had seen him, she could feel the electricity she could feel him near.
As she reached the door, showing her id to the bouncer handing over her cover charge, their eyes met and locked, she could feel herself smile her nipples tingled, she could feel the heat between her thighs.
Once the bouncer handed her back her id, she ran across the bar throwing herself into his arms, his gray eyes sparkled, his face lit up, she pressed herself against him feeling the hardness in his jeans.
He watched the sly smile play across her face, looking down at her he could see down her low cut loose fitting top.
He had come here to see her to tell her he was getting back with his wife, with all they had been through recently it had brought them closer together.
Looking in her eyes looking at the smile that first attracted to him to her, looking at her luscious body was making this very difficult. He took her hand and guided her to a table off in a dark corner, hoping not to have to shout over the band.
She stopped along the way saying hi here and there. Once he sat the band began to play a song she loved and she straddled his lap, dancing and singing along, trailing kisses down his neck and sliding her fingers up and down his chest.
She watched the emotions play across his face. But couldn't help herself...intuitively she new that this would be the last time she would see him.
His hands ran over her body skimming the under side of her breasts, his lips closed onto hers gently slipping his tongue into her mouth not caring who saw them, his hunger took over as his kiss deepened. Sliding his mouth from her lips to her neck he wanted her so badly he ached, his erection throbbing in his jeans...painfully restrained. He guided his hand up her thighs feeling the dampness through her jeans. she moaned softly against his neck., straddling him again she sat on his lap pressing her self down on him, moving ever so slightly watching the lust turn his eyes to liquid steel gray, the heat evident as he pressed his lips to the hollow of her neck, with aq wicked grin she threw her head back lifting slightly, so his lips were pressed tot he v of her cleavage, he stayed like that for a minute or two while she came back up running her fingers through his hair, nibbling on his ear and the back of his neck.
He had never seenher like this in public before, she was always quiet and demur, though her smile was bright her eyes danced he could always read the mischief in her eyes, she never played this way out side of the bedroom.

His body was warm against hers- she knew tonight was to be the last night she saw him, she could read it in his eyes, watched the regret play across his face, knowing they would not be alone tonight, she let im see her playful happy go lucky self.
she danced around him happily pulled him up tot he dance floor, holding him close for the slow dance, they talkedabout her kids, her job, her health, when she asked questions about his kids or work he changed the subject.
as the band wound down, he said he had to leave had an early morning. She watched the saddness and regret wsh over his face.
They walked out to the lot together, holding hands and talking quietly about the weather. as they came the vacant doorway she pulled him into the darkened doorway, pulling his body close to hers wrappingher arms around his neck taking his lips in a hungry passionate frenzy.
His hands slid up and down her sides working at her shirt searching for her bare flesh, pressing his hips against her,letting her feel his hunger, his lust, his need for her.
a soft moan escaped her lips as his fingers found the peak of her breasts, his thumb carressing the bud of her nipples. her hips arched towards him her back arching so her breasts were push up towards his face.
His hand slid into the front of her jeans seeking the moist care of her sex.
Raucous laughter startled them. Helooked over his shoulder a couple was approaching them. He pulled his hand from her jeans sticking his fingers in his mouth, she watched his eyes melt and roll and heard the mmmm as he licked the taste of her from his fingers.
her body became timgly and heated at his actions she closed her eyes taking deep breaths trying to cool her desire..........
In her minds eye she could see his head reigning kisses across her abdomin down her left leg into her inner thigh where he ws nibbling gently, her hips arching a mournful pleas escaping her lips on a soft moan "Please.." she begged as he slowly ran his tongue over her moist hot sex............
shaking her head with a moan to clear her thoughts, she smiled in his eyes realizing the depth of her need, she sighed taking his hand and heading to her car. She wondered if she would ever be able to kick this "habit" . she realized she was addicted to him, she craved his touch, the sound of his voice, the way his breath felt inher hair....
Breaking into her thoughts he pinned her against the hood of the car, sliding himself between her legs placinghis arms on either side of her on the hood of the car.
She smiled up at him. he recognized the twinkle in her eye as her legs wrapped around his hips and she pulled him to her sliding herself down the hood of the car so they were pressed tightly together
"look I know you have to go" she said in a sultry voice "it's one now and i know you have an hour drive home, and have to be on the road by 7 honestly I do not want to let you go......I want you in my bed in my arms..... " she said whistfully " I know it can never be and perhaps I am wrong...but God I want you!" she breathed looseningher legs to set him free
He placed his hands asked her head tangling his fingers in her hair, looking directly into her eyes" I want you too Sexy...all of you. You don;t know how bad I want to lay with you wake up with you......"
she could feel the seriousness of his words the force with which he spoke, the desire and wanting in his eyes
He kissed her deeply, lingered on her lips, then broke away saying g'night adn climbing into his car................
She breathed "I want you now, God How I want you"