So last weekend, I spent the night, the entire night, with the visiting team. This is the young guy that some of you may remember posting about a couple of weeks ago. I must say I had a great time, and although I’m not used to having sleep-over dates, lol, it was fun. I have not heard one word from him since he left last Saturday morning, but I guess that would be a post on another topic, huh.

Mel

Adam, you look for cat girls? How does a Jaguar sit with you?

First off – great party last night.

Okay away game story – my first three way.

We were on the edge of the bed – actually she was kneeling on the edge of the bed and I was standing behind her and were very very happy. She had a 14 year old daughter who had been acting weird with me – trying to sabotage our bliss in every way she could think of. Well, all of a sudden I sensed someone behind me and then felt something very wet and very warm on my testicular region.

Happy as this made me, the idea of what was happening whirled me around.

It was not her daughter but her standard poodle.

Needless to say, the poodle and I are now dating.

Dogs, man. It beats another girl I was with a few times, until the endless shedding of her big hairy retriever (I’m referring to her dog) just made me ill. Had hair in my mouth, my eyes, my intestinal tract. You name it.

I love surprises in sex as much as anyone, but I look for cat girls now.

Adam

“If Taleda gets to bury you in a sandbox, do I get to always call you DW or Big D?”

That’s ugly and threatening of you to say such a thing in connection with me and I don’t like it. I happen to like David and I believe he knows it, whether anybody else does or not I really don’t care.

I was gonna allow you to get to me – yet again – but decided to embrace advice from a Jaguar: walk softly and carry a big stick and always consider the source of ignorance.

I suppose it all got off on the wrong foot in the beginning. We’ve been seeing each other for over 7 months now and get along pretty well. But we’ve always gotten up after sex, got dressed, sat around and talked or whatever. Then we’d go home.

He’s going through a divorce and has never been with any other woman including sleeping over night. He was married 25 years and his wife left him after falling in love with a friend of the family a year ago. So he’s pretty fragile and our relationship has been a big deal to him since it is a HUGE change from his life as he’s known it.

It hasn’t been easy being involved with him as every now and then, he’ll sort of pull back. So I’ve never insisted on the sleeping together thing figuring when he’s ready he’ll let me know. In fact, last weekend, he nervously asked me if I’d like to sleep over since his daughter was out of the house for the weekend. It was very late at the end of the evening when he suggested it and I wasn’t prepared with tooth brush nor contact lens solutions and case. So I declined, but let him know that I would like to sleep with him — but I’d need to be prepared with those items. (I also didn’t want to appear too anxious by agreeing to do it on such a moments notice. Maybe I was wrong and should have anyway…I don’t know).

By the way, we have a trip planned in another state in a month where we will stay at a hotel. I mentioned that I’d like to sleep with him before that trip. Little did I know that actually “sleeping together” would feel like the ultimate in intimacy!

– Susie

udaman!

Just read that article about you.