Sunday, April 30, 2006

Being A Liberated Lover

The Liberated Lover

You prefer your romance and love to wild and daring rather than typical or boring, you would rather pursue than be pursued and, when it comes to physical love, your satisfaction comes more from providing a wonderful time to your partner than simply seeking your own.

The Liberated Lover is a wonderful Lover Style, and forms the kind of free-thinking, sexually-exciting, self-confident lover that society once condemned but that a liberal-mind cherishes and exults. The Liberated Lover is a treasure to find, though it can sometimes be difficult to do so because they are often already engaged in relationships or are in high-demand if "in the market."

In terms of physical love, the Liberated Lover is possibly the most thrilling and demanding of all, with the one potential drawback being that it is possible to feel 'overmatched' at times by their prowess and selfless giving. Given trust and understanding, and the right lover, the Liberated Lover can be a delight in bed.

The Lover Style Profile Test written by donathos

Saturday, April 29, 2006

Debbie Keeping Groove-Part Three

This is the only other email I have from those years I described in earlier posts; the ones when I needed to keep my groove.

Writing those hot emails to either this lover or any other during about a seven-year period helped keep the groove going, along with a lot of good fucks of course. Recieving them helped just as much.

Answering these emails with hot stories of my own would do the same for me as writing the erotica here on the blog: It turned me on, made me ache, got me wet, and finally once I hit the SEND button, I was on the bed with either my hand or a toy playing with myself and quickly cumming.

Subject: Next Time

Hi Sweetie,

Here is the setting:
A small two-bedroom apartment. A nice brass bed and silk ties. We have scheduled a time to be together. I am anxiously awaiting your arrival. I have some food for you to enjoy.
As I am finishing up the dinner, I hear the door open and see you coming through the door. I run to you, wrap my arms around you, and feel you melt into my embrace.
I lead you through the living room and have you sit at the kitchen table. Everything is ready and I serve you a light dinner and wine.

When we are ready to go to bed I lead you through the apartment to my bedroom. I have you close you eyes as we near my room. I lead you through the door and have you open you eyes. There is a desire in them as you look over the room.
You smell jasmine and orange incense.
You hear some classical music playing on the radio.
You eye the ties I have tied to the bed. I see you look at me with a smoldering look that sends a thrill to my groin. I see you nipples harden as I start to undress you. As I reveal your breasts, I kiss them right on the tips, suckle the nipples into my mouth, and suck lightly. You moan and feel you squirm as I draw more your breast into my mouth. I give the same treatment to your other breast.
I move away from your tits to lie you down on your back in the middle of my bed. I place a pillow under your head and then proceed to tie your ankles to the ties at the bottom of the bed. I can smell a hint of your excitement as I lean down and make sure you cannot move your legs. I then move to your arms and tie them to the upper posts of the bed. Your nipples get even harder as you test your bonds.

I then stand back and survey my handy work. I chuckle as I watch you get more aroused. I reach in the nightstand a pull out a dildo about the same size as my cock. I draw it across your nipples and see you writhe under my touch. I drop the dildo between your legs and undress while you feast your eyes on me. I see you lick your lips as my pants drop and reveal my rock hard cock. It is dripping with precum as I move to your feet.

I drop to my knees and start at your feet, kissing and licking my way to my target. I slowly kiss my way up one leg and then start at your other foot. Kiss my way up that leg until I reach your sweet pussy. I begin to worship your pussy with licks and nibbles. I have waited so long to dip my tongue deep into your core and make your scream. I am at my best as I make you crazy with my mouth. I can't seem to get enough of your essence. I make my tongue flat as I draw it from the bottom of your slit right up to your clit. I can feel it pulse as I draw it into my mouth and nibble and suck on it. I know I am gong to make you cum as I begin sucking harder in it. I want you to feel the same thing I do as you suck on my cock. I continue my assault on your pussy and clit as you approach orgasm. I can feel you start to shake and quiver as your orgasm overtakes your body. I feel your pussy leak more and more juice. I open my mouth, place it completely over you entire pussy, and suck your juices down my throat. I stay plastered to you and you go into multiple orgasms. Once you start exploding I grab the dildo and push it deep into your hole and hold it there as you cum some more. I have removed my mouth to watch your face as you cum repeatedly.

Finally, I untie your arms and legs and rub your muscles as you finish orgasming. I lie down next to you as you drop off your high. I whisper into your ear and ask you if you'd like to tie me up and do the same to me.

I will leave it there for now. I hope I have lit some old fire in you.

Friday, April 28, 2006

Debbie Keeping Her Groove-Part Two

The lover that wrote this email was someone I met over the internet around 1996, he was one of the first guys I met face to face, after being off and on for several years, the relationship got serious, and ended when I reconciled with CJ.
We started out cybering on AOL, and sending hot email back and forth, then moved onto phone sex, finally meeting and forming a relationship.

It was how I kept the groove going.
I would always enjoy checking my email and finding a message like the one below from him. Luckily I found this old email and one other that I’m able to share here

Subject: Re: A Small Taste Of Things To Cum


[nice small talk]

Now on to better things...
I call you and tell you to meet me at that small inn we always go to…
Room 231...

I tell you to bring yourself and nothing else. I tell you to enter without knocking. I wait about half hour and then crack the door a little. I then lie down on the bed and close my eyes as I wait for you to get here. I only have to wait a few minutes.
I hear the door swish open on the hinges; I feel the displacement of air as it swings.
I feel goose bumps rise on my arms and all over my body.
I tell you to lock the door and to get undressed for me. I hear the click of the lock and you turn the deadbolt.
As I hear it click and I feel a tingle in my balls as it slides home.
I open my eyes and watch as you undress for me.
I see you slide your shoes off and place them neatly under the bed.
I watch as you pull your top up and over your head.
I shiver as I see a nice black lace bra come into view.
I see your breasts rise and then fall as you pull the top over your head and throw it to the floor.
I keep watching as you unbutton your pants and then slowly unzip them.
I hear the zipper buzz as you pull it all the way down.
I then watch as you push the pants to the floor.
I see a matching set of panties come into view.
I feel a stirring in my cock as I watch you step out of the pants. I have to adjust my pants to be more comfortable. I see you smile as you catch me doing that. I see you move your hands to unhook your bra. There's a faint clicking sound as you undo each clasp of your bra. The material gives way to perfect breasts that are only mine to suck and nibble on.
I tell you to come over and feed me. I reach my head up as you bend over and feed me one of your nipples. I start by licking around the nipple and then I suck just the nipple into my mouth. I suck on it and swirl my tongue all around it and I hear you start to moan. I remove my mouth from one and then start to eat your other tit. I am so hungry for you Debbie. I can do this all night long.

I reach down and start to undo my pants. I feel you shiver as you hear my zipper being pulled down. Goose bumps rise on your arms as you hold your tits for me to keep sucking on. I raise my hips and slowly pull my pants down and off. I see you steal a glance to see if I am wearing any underwear. Your smile is wicked as you see my cock spring into your view.
I know what you are thinking right now.
You want my cock.
I will give it to you when I think you have been a good girl.
I will leave the next installment go until tomorrow.

Remember that I love you….
[mushy stuff]

Thursday, April 27, 2006

How Debbie Got Her Groove Back:Part One-Pure Lust

Tadpoling refers to a relationship between a younger man and an older woman. A notable example is Ashton Kutcher and Demi Moore whose public relationship seems to have started the use of this slang term.

As I have been working at getting my groove back here at the blog I looked back at some other times I got my groove back. The first one I could think of was pure, unadulterated lust.

My divorce from CJ was final in May of 1987.
I had just started working at a company I would stay with for the next 18 years.
I had a two-year-old child to take care of. My life was on hold for a while.
I was dealing the lose of my marriage and being a single working mom. The idea of dating or looking for another man was out of the question. I couldn't invest the necessary emotional energy.

After about 5 years, a new employee started at our place. His name was Rick.
Even though he was young, he reminded me of a few things.

Rick was tall and muscular. He had dark hair that came to about his collar. He wore a goatee. His eyes were as dark as his hair, but had a softness to them.
Finally, Rick was 19 years old, 12 years younger than me.

It was one of those things that just happened. If my life depended on it, I couldn't describe how we got together. I'm sure it started with innuendo.
He would look at me in the lunchroom and it seemed as though I would instantly get wet and warm.
One night we managed to finally get together.
We were together off and on, just for the pleasure of it, for about a year.
He had a great tongue, he was a terrific kisser, and he worked magic on my pussy with it over and over again.
I wasn't into being his 'Mrs. Robinson', but I enjoyed his enthusiasm. Yes, I had to give up expertise for the rock hard fervor and passion of a 19 year old, but it was a compromise I could live with.

After a year of being filled up by him, eating him, and cumming all over him, I was as I said, reminded of a few things. A teenager made me feel like a woman again, and that was a good feeling.

After that I moved onto the lovers I found on the Internet.
I'll cover that one in another post.

Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Physical Attraction

There is an interesting phenomena going on between CJ and me lately.
We have spoken about the physical attraction that we have for each other. The perfect sense of togetherness that is felt between lovers has been described in many different ways. For me I know it's that feeling of melting into one when CJ first enters me, slowly and with sensitivity and a special care.

Everything has two sides, and I believe CJ and I may be experiencing the other side of this physical attraction: Pain.
It seems as though we are encountering each other's aches and pains. It has been shoulder and back problems mostly, but they have been almost identical in symptoms.
I have also noticed that if one of us is 'down', tired, or in some other way not up to par, the other one doesn't seem to be at their best either.
Sympathy pains across the board normally are associated with childbirth, but CJ and I have been through that, and it was over 21 years ago.

CJ and I are great believers in soulmates and that we belong with each other. We are toying with the idea that this is all some sort of evolution in our relationship. Perhaps it's a way that nature reminds us that we have to take care of each other.

What I'm interested in is if anyone out there has run into anything like I describe here, if so, what were the circumstances?
What do you think of my theories?

Thursday, April 13, 2006

Happy Easter - A New Beginning

CJ and I are taking a bit of a Spring break starting tomorrow afternoon. We will be out of town for a while. We need to enjoy more of our families, our child, and each for a little while.
When we return I think there will be both a new look to The Diary, and hopefully my creativity will have been refreshed. I took several people's suggestions in regards to becoming friends with my muse again and I think I'm almost there.
Thanks to everyone who offered suggestions and kept stopping by our little place.

I'd like to finish off this post with an article about observing Oestara, the holiday I celebrate as a pagan. Enjoy and I hope everyone's creativity blooms with the Spring.

Behind the doors of a locked bedroom a young Witch lights the ribbon-bedecked pastel candles on her altar and murmurs a private welcome to the Goddess of the Sun.

An elderly, robed man--a Druid alone in the woods--stirs blood-red wine three times three before offering a toast to the spirits of spring.

Children in the daycare center of the local Greek Orthodox Church dye hard-boiled eggs a rich red to share as gifts and offerings to celebrate the miracles of life renewed.

An ecumenical study group wends its collective way through the twists and turns of the labyrinth they have created to reenact ancient resurrection rituals and to honor the rebirth of many religions' deities of spring.

A Wiccan coven in England walks out to a secluded meadow bursting with new greenery and taps three times on the back of Mother Earth to gently awaken her from her Winters nap.

The citizens of a small town in Scotland march through the hills and meadow outside their village banging on pots and pans, blowing whistles, ringing bells, and shooting off rifles to celebrate the arrival of spring.

A solitary student of Witchcraft gathers the first flowers of the season to decorate her personal ritual space, and is surprised at how in tune with the earth's energies this simple act makes her feel.

An Irish lad dons the leafy mask of the Green Man and dances on his nimble feet through the streets of his village, where its citizens are celebrating the greening of the earth.

A German woman who has no conscious knowledge that the hare was an animal sacred to the Spring goddess of her ancestors still feels compelled to make a rabbit stew for her family's equinox dinner, a tradition practiced by her grandmother.



by Edain McCoy Signs of a Greening Earth on

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

CBW #18 - Seriously Folks

After a couple of weeks of boring or comical cocks I came up with one I really like this week.
I'll tell you why, it's a combination of the nice and I must say, complete, shaving and how perfectly at attention this guy is.
This cock is in every respect, could almost say erect!
I'd love to have my head pushed down on this stiffy.

Thursday, April 6, 2006

HNT #11 - Naked Fun

I found this over at Avatar's site.
So for this HNT I thought I would do my name instead of me.

Wednesday, April 5, 2006

CBW #17 - Springtime

I figured that since Spring is here I could start growing my own cocks in my garden.
So there's always enough cock to eat in my garden.

Sunday, April 2, 2006

A Lazy Blogger?

I just got through looking the posts of this past month (March) and I must say I'm disappointed in myself, or at least this seems to be the first month I have not lived up to my own expectations.
Yes, there were plenty of posts, but they are mostly pictures, or 'easy' topics. By that I mean true stories, information copy and pasted from some newsletter or magazine, the very basic stuff.

I started working on this site for it to be a depository of my erotic stories and not one has been included since February 28th.
I would hate to think that my muse has left me, but I can't find, nor seem to even force any inspiration.

It's depressing.

I have gotten started on two stories, one of which is my first attempt at writing in the third person, but they are not flowing out of me as the others have.
I don't have as much time alone to do my writing as I once did, but that shouldn't prevent one or two ideas at least slipping into my consciousness, but that hasn't happened.
I don't think that writer's block is the same among erotica writers as it is with others.

So the search for my lost creativity continues.
I hope to at least keeps things amusing for the time being...