Simple Amazing….

As soon as I saw him walk in my door I was immediately arroused. As his lips touch mine with a gentle and sweet kiss I was turned on and I wanted to take him right there. His blue eyes, his sweet smile, his cute ass and his whole body. We made our way to dinner and all I could think of as I looked into his eyes is how much I wanted to kiss him, touch him and all the things o wanted to do to him. As soon as we return back to my place I couldn’t wait to take his clothes off and him mine. He kissed me so passionately, so sweetly and so tender. His hands roaming, feeling every inch of my body, learning what areas really get me going. We collapse to the bed and he takes his time, so soft and gentle careful to hit every inch of my body before making sweet and amazing love to me. He looks so intensely in my eyes as he explodes inside me, as he waited until he had completely satisfied me, before he did. We collapse in each other’s arms and lay intertwined into each other and he kisses my forehead with a gentle kiss and says good night. We fall asleep intertwined, as if we are one. He wakes me the next morning by gently kissing my neck, then makes his way to my lips. His kisses are passionate and amazing. After another amazing session of love making we make our way downstairs to the shower. We begin by lathering each other making sure all parts are thoroughly clean. Then I begin to rinse off and as the water is streaming down my face he begins kissing me again. He then asks me to bend over and takes me from behind. I did and he did as the water streamed down on us. What an amazing feeling. When his done he pulls me under the shower water with him and kisses me once again so passionately. What an amazing way to start your day….

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Always enjoyable and always amazing

It is so nice to be with someone having no pressure, no stress and enjoying every minute of their company. It’s so nice to get ready to go out and be very completely relaxed, as you know no matter where you go or what you do, you will have a good time and enjoy yourself. Again this week, Mr. Amazing and I had another amazing night out. From the moment he arrived, until the moment he left the next morning, every minute was so nice, relaxing and stress free. When he arrived I greeted him at the door with a kiss. We walked to the restaurant. I enjoyed the walk and conversation, as we walked there. When we arrived, we decided to sit at the bar. We chatted about our day, our past week, our children, life in general and anything and everything. We talked for a while before we even place our order. We then placed our order and played the trivia game at the bar. We were laughing, talking and very much, as always, enjoying each others company. He works so hard and such long hours, I so appreciated that the took time out of his busy life and schedule, to spend time with me.

When we were done eating and playing trivia, he leaned over and asked if I was ready to go home. I of course was, but not before we did, what has started to become a tradition with us, doing a shot of Jamison, before we left. We walked back to my house, it was a beautiful night. Again, I very much enjoyed the walk, the conversation and the company.

When we arrived back at my house, we grabbed some water and headed upstairs to my bedroom. He came up behind me and gently moved my hair aside and began softly kissing my neck. He then worked his way down to my shoulder and then down my arm. He took my dress off, then my bra and told me to lay down on the bed. We had made a bet on a football game and he lost. He had to give me one hour of oral pleasure. He undressed, as I laid down on the bed. He laid on top of me at first and began kissing me, he is an amazing kisser and I very much enjoy kissing him. We then made love and as always, he was so amazing. He makes love, so passionately, I lose control and enjoy every amazing minute of it. After we made love he began to pay his debt, he made me come so many times and had me screaming with pleasure. We kissed, enjoyed tasting each other, making love and then cuddled together and fell asleep. I laid there and first not wanting to fall asleep, as when I woke the night would be over and I didn’t want it to end.

In the morning we both woke before our alarms, it was so nice, as always, waking up next to him. We began to kiss, taste each other and make love all over again. It was so amazing, as always. In the morning, we needed to be quiet, as my adult son was home now and sleeping in the next room. I had to put a pillow over my mouth and really stop myself from screaming, which isn’t easy, as he is so amazing, I have so many orgasms with him. After our morning round of amazing and before he left, I laid there with my head on his chest, stroking his chest. I love laying there in his arms, stroking his body. I love the feel of his hands, like butter, gliding across my body.

It was time for him to leave for work, so I walked him to the door, kissed him goodbye, watched him get in his car and pull away. Even though I was sad to see him leave, I had the biggest smile on my face, as yet again I not only had the most amazing sex, but enjoyed the most amazing night, with an amazing guy. We don’t see each other a lot, but when we do, it is so enjoyable, relaxing and amazing time, both in and out of the bedroom. Yes does a part of me wish it was more often, of course, but I would rather spend an amazing night every once in awhile, then many average nights.

It is so nice to be in the company of someone you enjoy, that makes you laugh, you have a great time with, have amazing sex with and is a pleasure falling asleep and waking up with. Some people may think this isn’t for them, but for me, it works in my life right now. I am enjoying the time I spend with this amazing guy, when our busy schedules allow and while it lasts.

Science doesn’t lie

As we get older, whether we are men or women, we go through changes. Some physical changes, some mental changes, some financial changes, etc., but for some their sexual habits and/or desires change. Everything may not work the way it once did, as we get older. Some may have to take a pill, use lubricate, and/or toys, to achieve the same sexual satisfaction they once had.

I recently experienced almost total dryness and had to use lubricate, for the first time ever. I started seeing a guy and when we got to the point of intimacy, I could not achieve enough wetness, with him, it made the sex very uncomfortable and unenjoyable. The lubricate helped, but still wasn’t enough.

After my weekend with him, I spoke with a friend and she said she had started the same issue with her husband and they had to turn to lubricates, to make it pleasurable for her. She said her sex drive was still the same, but she could not achieve the same wetness, she always was able to. After speaking with a couple of close friends, it seemed this was common, among women, as they went through or after menopause. I had a hysterectomy about sixteen years ago and went through an early menopause, due to the hysterectomy and never experienced this issue before. I was extremely disappointed, as I have a high sex drive and didn’t feel the lubricate was helping.

As you all know that follow my blog, I have experienced the most amazing sex, with one man and he offered in the interest of science, to see if this truly was an issue for me or it was the partner. He could not believe I could ever have an issue, as he knows I would get extremely soaked, more so with him, than anyone else.

I agreed to his offer and we made a plan to go to dinner and then come back to my place and see if it was me or the partner. Dinner was amazing as always, as we always have a great time, great conversation and very much enjoy each other’s company, outside the bedroom, as well as inside the bedroom. After dinner we went to the bar, enjoyed the band that was playing and a drink and then he leaned over and said “do you want to go back to your place and make love?” I of course said yes. He paid the bill and we headed back to my place. I was a little nervous, as sex with him was always amazing, as he is an amazing lover, but was worried it would not be, if I could not achieve the wetness with him, also.

When we arrived back at my place we went upstairs to my bedroom and immediately begin to kiss and undress. I was wet just from the thought of him and as he began kissing me and undressing me, I became soaked. We made love for over two hours, it was amazing, as always and I was so soaked it was running down my leg. We fell asleep and woke up and made love again for another two hours or more. It was so amazing and again I had no issue getting wet. He actually said he could have used scuba gear I was so wet.

I can’t explain why with the other partner I could only achieve little to no wetness, but maybe Mr. Amazing, has spoiled me, with the most amazing sex, that any other does not satisfy me.

As I went to sleep last night, I laid on the pillows he used, I could smell him still in the room and on the pillows. I found myself wet, just by the thought of him and how amazing sex with him is. He would like to christen each room in my house and I personally can not wait.

When you have had the best, it can’t compare to the rest! This could be the reason I could only achieve little to no wetness, with anyone else now. We both seem to come so many times, when we are together. When I told him how amazing he was, he said it takes two and we are amazing together. I agree some people just connect sexually and some don’t and when you have the most amazing sex, with the most amazing lover, others don’t seem to compare or satisfy. Science doesn’t lie people!

How divorce changes a child

Written by a child who’s parents got divorced……

Have you ever received a Christmas gift that you weren’t expecting and didn’t want? The summer before I was going into 6Th grade my family moved from my hometown, in New Jersey, to Florida. My parents said that we needed a change and we followed them. In late December that year I heard my parents fighting in their room and I heard bits and pieces of the conversation like “I’m done,” and ” We need to tell them now.” I went to my room with a million and one thoughts in my head of what they were talking about. They came out of the room, my mom crying, they called my brother and I out to the living room. My parents decided to sit us down to tell us something. My dad spoke and said something like, “We tried to work it out, but we can’t.” They told us that their relationship wasn’t working out and they are better a part, so they said they were “getting divorced.” After those words came out the arguing and yelling started.

Receiving this news was devastating. I never thought that it would happen to my family. I always saw it as the four of us. It felt like my childhood and life just stopped and my whole world was about to be flipped around. I was twelve when I found this out and didn’t completely understand what was going on. I heard about it happening to other families from friends and shows, but I always thought it was because they would fight all the time, and I never saw or heard my parents fight until that night. I knew that my life was going to change, but I was unaware of how much and how the process is. I became overpowered by the anger all the time from not knowing what to do. I was always the type to be organized and plan everything out and this was so unexpected I didn’t know what to do. I was angry with myself for not knowing that this was coming. I was also angry at my parents that they were putting me through this.

After finding out this news my family decided to move back to New Jersey because that is where most of my family and support system was. During the process, my parents wouldn’t agree and would just yell at each other. To make it all stop and the papers to get signed I decided to involve myself. I remember sitting at the kitchen table reviewing the finances with my mom, to see how much my dad should/could give her. They weren’t talking at this point and when they would it would just be screaming and not getting anywhere. After coming up with a plan with my mom I would bring it to my dad and sit down with him to look it over to see if he needed/wanted to make any changes. Of course, he did. Then I would go back to my mom for her to review over and so on. I did this for about a year until they came up with a plan that my parents and the judge agreed on. The whole process took around four years and it was mostly because they wouldn’t agree on issues dealing with the distribution of money.

I became involved because I was tired of hearing all the screaming and negative things said about each other. I thought being involved would help so I quickly learned to grow up and to understand more about finances. During the whole process I felt abandoned by the responsibilities my parents were supposed to do and now only having one parents, my mom, it was hard for her to do everything. I wanted to do anything I could to help her because she fought a hard fight to keep my brother and I with her. I started to help more and more around the house. I felt like I’d become the other parent in the house and like my childhood was gone, but it was something I choose to do and sacrificed since she did so much for me. In middle school, instead of having done the normal kid thing I would be doing the basic adult things. I had become more mature. I would do the dishes, cook dinner, go food shopping, etc. My life became more complex.

After those four years the divorce papers were signed and my dad was moved out. It became my brother, mom, and I. I walked home from the school bus stop after school one day to a letter on the door. I went inside, put everything down, and read the letter. It was an eviction
notice. We had to leave the house because my dad wasn’t paying like he was supposed to be doing. I called my mom crying, upset that I would have to leave the house that I lived in my whole life, where I grew up and had so many memories in. About two months later we were moved out and into a new home, a smaller home. We had to find something that my mom could afford and in the same town so I didn’t have to change schools senior year. I never called this place my home, but the place we lived in until we got back on our feet. One year later we found our new home. It is in the next town over, I was able to stay at my school to finish out senior year, it is close to the water, and it is a good amount of space to live in. This place became my new home the minute I saw it, I pictured myself living there. This new home is where my new life began.

When I saw and read that notice on the front door I felt like my whole world was ending. I loved that house and it’s still hard to pass by it knowing another family is there and you’re not. My childhood house would never be forgotten, I will always have the memories there. Looking back on it now it was a good thing to move out, it gave us a chance to move on. That house brings back memories of my whole family together, the four of us. We needed that change. We had to move on and stop living in the past because that’s the only thing that we can do. It hurt a lot and it still hurts talking about it now, but if we were still in that house things would be different and we would be living in the past and it wasn’t healthy. I hated the first house I moved into. It was small and in a bad area, the house kept falling apart. I didn’t want to be in that house, but I also didn’t want to move again. My mom would drag me to see these houses and I couldn’t see myself in any of them, I just wanted to be back in my home. That wasn’t an option and it never will be. We went to this one house and I actually thought to myself that this might be good, I saw myself living there and having family and friends over, I was excited. I realized that’s why my mom brought me to these she was looking for that smile I had on that day. She knew that was the home. My new home gave me that chance to move on and live my life and to put the past behind me instead of searching to fix it.

No matter what happens to you there is always a light at the end of the tunnel. Bad things happen to the best of people and the worse, it’s just how things go, you just have to look at the big picture and hope to see the good one day. If we just sit there hoping for things to change we aren’t living. Everyone has to move on and hope that the future is brighter and that things will change. We can’t change the past so why bothering stressing out about it. During my parents divorce I was always trying to fix things, but I couldn’t, not because I wasn’t trying hard enough, but because it was already broken. I wasted four years stuck in the past. When I opened eyes, everything changed and it changed for the better. Sometimes you just have to take a step back and breath to realize that everything will work out in the end.

Without my parents getting divorced I wouldn’t be here where I am today. I don’t even know what my life would be like. It shaped who I am today and for that I am thankful. If I didn’t get involved I wouldn’t have found my love for math and business. If my parents didn’t fight all the time I wouldn’t have focused on my studies as hard for a way to escape. I wouldn’t be as close with my brother. My life has turned out good and I can’t wait for the future. I hope to be successful and help other children that are dealing with the same thing I went through and let them know they are not alone.

Are people really unhappy or afraid to tell the truth?

Why is it that you hear over and over again from friends, family or people in general, how truly unhappy they are in their current relationship. You are there to listen to them complain, cry on your shoulder for break up after break up, yet they continue to run back to that person, time after time. Meanwhile, they tell you how wonderful you are, great friend, always there for them and they can’t understand how come you haven’t been able to find someone, as anyone would be so lucky to have you. You begin to wonder, what am I doing wrong? The people they are with are either moody, bitchy, demanding, make them feel worthless, make them feel guilty, withhold sex or all these things. Makes you wonder if this is what people want and if you should become like them, then maybe you would become more desirable. They say they are unhappy and are constantly complaining, yet they keep going back for more. It makes you wonder if these people are afraid to leave the person and be alone. You wonder if they are afraid of never finding another person that wants to be with them. If they don’t see themselves as desirable, to others. Has that person become a habit to them? You also wonder if you are getting the whole truth, as you are only hearing their side and not the other person’s side. You wonder if they are telling you these things, so you will boost their ego and tell them how amazing they are and that the person they are with should count themselves lucky to have them. So I wonder do people like being unhappy? Do they like feeling worthless? Do they like the drama of fight after fight? Is this a turn on for them? Do they have that low a self-esteem? Or are they telling you fabricated fairy tales, so you will feel sorry for them? It is the same with the people who’s online dating profile says they can’t wait to meet that someone special and get off the site. Here you are going on date after date and even make a connections, but can’t get someone who wants to see you on a regular basis, or even a second date, as they are content with a phone or texting relationship. You meet, have a connection, great time, talk for hours on the phone, even go on several dates, yet they are still fishing for a better fish. It makes me think that honest and true people are hard to come by and are the minority these days. So are people afraid of telling the truth? Afraid of being hurt? Afraid of being alone? Or just all around afraid? I have said this before, I did this once and will never settle again. We all deserve to be happy and I would rather be alone and unhappy than with someone and be miserable. Staying with someone you are unhappy with is not just unfair to you, but unfair to the person you are with.

Remembering, yet trying to forget that someone special

Sometimes at night I close my eyes and I can smell you

Sometimes as I lay there I can also taste you too

I can feel your soft fingers caressing my body and skin

I can remember how your lips tasted in each kiss

I can feel the place you took me to of bliss

I can feel the sheer place of beyond fulfillment of pleasure

It’s a place where time can’t be measured

It’s a place that’s beyond anything you can dream

It’s like a fire running through your bloodstream

It’s not the quantity but the quality of the extreme

It’s a blend of two bodies that create amazing steam

It’s a pleasure you can never get enough

As when they are near all it takes is a touch

The steam flies and it’s some amazing hot stuff

It’s hard to forget when you have a memory of an amazing night or nights with someone and you two really connected. You can’t seem to get them or that night(s) out of your head. You wish it was something that happened more, yet know it probably will not. You compare them to all others, which you know isn’t fair, but you can’t help it. When you have been taken to a place of sheer pleasure, something that was more amazing than you could ever have dreamed or imagined, it is difficult to be with another. With them, it is not just the sex, but the conversation, the way they look at you, smile at you, laugh with you and their affection towards you. It seems although you know it’s probably nothing more than a fantasy, you can’t seem to let it go. At night when you are laying there trying to sleep, you close your eyes and you can smell them. You can see their smile, their eyes, hear their laugh and feel their touch on your skin. When you meet someone new, there it is, it pops into your head. When you kiss someone else, for a moment you forget all about them and then at the end of the night, you have a slight feeling of disappointment, even though you had a good time, because you are thinking of them. You wish there was a switch to turn this memory off. I know I always say life is too short not to take a chance and do what makes you happy, but it also is too short to wait around for something that may never happen. I have grown so much in this process, that I know what I like, dislike, what I wish for and want in life. Sometimes I do feel that people and this person don’t understand and appreciate me completely. I also feel that maybe they don’t accept me for who I am. I want to be the woman a man wants, loves and needs, not a woman who needs a man. I struggle with this memory I have, of this amazing person and the great times we shared. I feel that deep down, when I meet the right person, they will make me pack that memory away and I will finally find true happiness and love again.