Window of opportunity.
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Posted:Jan 23, 2013 10:45 pm
Last Updated:Feb 4, 2013 2:30 pm
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I want to do it again. Which is soooo juvenile. Like not all the time, I don't think about it all the time, I'm too busy with normal life. But .... the thing is I do. And at times really bad. It's like I'm haunted by the thought of him looking down, and other thoughts too. Lower bathroom window open, legs over the side, so he can't see my face but can see my body, and going for it with an object, brazenly offering it up, showing off my hunger, all of my desire. And then I orgasm and feel utterly ridiculous, till the next time.
And I know it's not natural, I should just find a date. But - it's not always easy, boys my age. I'm plagued by the gushy, or ones in love with themselves and their audacious plans. The tousled hair brigade. And wouldn't mind older, were it just sex, but the thought of walking down the street together is a little odd.
I wish it was summer. The biggest park in London is right by. And I want to wear a short tartan mini, just lay down in the grass, and send out text messages, my doors are longingly open, come give me what I want, a good earthy fuck.
Might do it Sunday.
Everyone's meant to be out.
Love to all!
Barbara
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I'm not sure it can be done X
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Posted:Jan 6, 2013 6:47 pm
Last Updated:Jan 25, 2013 6:29 pm
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Sometimes I chat to people online, I like the frankness, the freedom the medium grants you, that's inherent in it. I'm not a facebook person but yahoo instant messenger is my guilty pleasure, and confessional at times. A haven of strangers the opposite of judgmental. Don't get me wrong, sometimes all you talk to are idiots: the delusional and egotistic. But it can be surprising who you meet, and the power of the words you share.
And I've tried and tried and tried to recapture a conversation, this is my fourth revision, and am about to give up. Because I'm not sure you can, I can. Describing yourself when horny is I think as difficult as when in love. There's a mad haziness to it. Bit like your drunk. Intoxicated with flesh, your own and the thought of others, sometimes lots of others! The willing beating of the pulse. But I wanted to try because the conversation led, egged me on, to do someone I'd never done, I showed off everything, bar the soles of my feet, to someone with whom we don't get on.
And it's really not us, we have tried. But - basically I think it sums it up if I say he gardens in a tie. Retired, stuffy, neighbourhood watch sort. And when we were having the extention built he was a total pain on the side. Not that I layed a brick, and it was payed for by mum. But he was.
And I wasn't outrageous, I made a coffee, a cup of. It was a dare. I'd been down earlier and turned the radio on. High without knowing why. It was part one. Then I got sent back, with my undone tie. I was only wearing a gown, freshly bathed and horny which is why I'd originally logged on.
Where I was meant to be was at an antiques car boot with mum but was tired so she let me off and my brother was playing golf.
But he keep daring, my fellow typist, and I just had this urge to try it, and he said it'd be an exquisite baptism, turn me naturist.
So I did.
I went back for biscuits.
Then, and by now I knew he was looking, I'd taken a peep through another window, I dropped my gown at the foot of the stairs and walked in in the nod.
The naturist wanted me to go again, lie on the floor and use a cucumber, show what a greedy girl I am. But as I read it I O'd there and then. And my orgasm was so big I went back to bed.
Hope if reading you don't find too silly. Wish it was summer.
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I sucked.
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Posted:Dec 14, 2012 6:52 pm
Last Updated:Dec 15, 2012 4:55 pm
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We met in a bar, I was with friends, he was ok, pleasant, I wasn't that interested, but he was cool with that, stayed talking, and the evening grew on, and the bar was more local to me, friends were dispersing, and he offered to walk me home, and I felt comfortable with that, said part of the way'd be fine, and he did, and we kissed, and people were passing, I was only two roads from home, and it was meant to be goodnight, we hadn't even held hands, just walked chatting, chatting rubbish really, but there was a chemistry that there hadn't been in the bar, maybe it was just the air, but it was intoxicating, and, maybe because he was mixted race, I think that may have counted, prob not politically correct but the thought of a brown one suddenly made him more exotic, and it had been an age, and there was an alley, is an alley, and I knew the alley, I knew the street and people who lived there, and i just walked in and knelt down and he unzipped and I did. I sucked for all I was worth and swallowed.
Now home two hours on, brushed my teeth, gargled, five coffees, and feels odd to have been so blatant, but quietly pleased I did.
Night X
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......... idle ramblings
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Posted:Nov 1, 2012 3:13 pm
Last Updated:Dec 14, 2012 6:13 pm
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You're may have to bear with me as this is my first blog, no innuendo intended, though feel free, and yes admitting as much is a bit like tapping a microphone without saying anything so maybe best I just wade in.
I've just seen the biggest cock! As in OMG!
His name was Jay, as in the person attached, the cock didn't speak, it didn't have to. We met in a chat room. And he was personable enough, lived in London, and ... I declined to meet and I don't regret it there was somehow no chemistry
But ... I'll be thinking of it tonight.
Which is sort of annoying because I've suddenly realized even though I'm here it's still RT. Like last night in a wine bar Rugby man and Accountant man, both failed to woo me. And tonight, it's not that I don't want one that's HUGE, I do! gOD i DO. But there was a similarity of approach - being quietly smug in their superpower.
And it detracted from it all. Even in cyber space. Because it set up a hurdle to it ever happening.
Whereby the only time I became totally aroused was when Jay asked me if there were ANY circumstances where I would. And my honest answer was yes God yes. There must be?! I fantasize about big ones loads.
Say ... if we we were sunbathing on a naturist beach, it was not only highly possible his member would catch my eye, but highly possible I wouldn't be unable to take my eyes off it, and can easily imagine sooner or later wanting to stroll to the dunes, with him discreetly following. To return maybe a little sheepishly, but essentially openly, ten minutes later, fully satiated, and dribbling spunk down a leg.
Ok .... maybe I wouldn't be brave enough. But that idea for a casual meet I love because somehow it ticks the right boxes.
I'm a healthy girl with healthy needs. But - if you have a super power to those of us who don't, flaunting it upfront, and being so smug about it as to think it's a guaranteed close, in a cold London climate is ... alas wrong time and place.
Which is a bit harsh and homely? Maybe I just need it too warm and snug to begin with ... which is mad - I need it.
B
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barbarahomeroom
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