I just love when he presses against me from behind..... waking me slowly......
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Hello...my name is Dreambaby
Many people have posted blogs lately about who they are. I was thinking I should introduce myself as well. I am a Lit refugee. I started at Lit about 8 years ago. I was a Hot Tub regular and then on to Playful Questions when the tub got too icky. I dabbled and blogged at 360 till it faded into the sunset. I stumbled over to the Grotto because I was looking for a place to keep in contact with friends and maybe blog and chat a bit. This Playful Questions blog is another way to keep in touch.
SO.......what to say? I thought about who I am and what I do on here. Describe myself? Hmmmmmm....
I am loyal - almost to a fault. I will stand by a friend till the cows come home. I believe in honesty. Don't lie to me. And BTW, a sin of omission is still a sin. In return, I will be honest with you. I am a romantic. I love passion.... and being passionate - about many things. I love with all I have. I like to voice. *grins* Don't expect me to tell the world about my love life. I don't kiss and tell and I expect any lovers to do the same. I am heterosexual... well... not counting my "girl crushes" on Sandra Bullock and a cheerleader I know. LOL. I guess you could call me vanilla. I like sex in the usual ways...often. I'm not into BDSM or fetishes, but I respect the rights of others to do as they wish. It's a big world.... room for everything. I read your blogs and stories and I admit some of them are pretty darn hot! I'm not submissive, though there are times when I will submit. I like give and take. Now and then, I like to take control and even better.....lose control. And for the record....I love when a man loses control. *smiles*
I am a nurse, wife, and mother of three beautiful girls. They are my life. I am mostly happy and content and I can live with that. I have a good life.
Now....all that being said.....who am I...really?
Not long ago I would have described myself as a middle aged, almost 50 yr old woman... short, 15 pounds overweight, with hair starting to turn grey around the temples. Not old, but not a spring chicken either. I wasn't looking fondly at this whole aging thing. I felt flawed. Time has taken it's normal toll on me. I have surgery scars and stretch marks, wrinkles and laugh lines, saggy parts and achey bones. I am not a "perfect" person. It's a fact that we want to hold onto our youth and beauty. Society tells us we need to. How many of us beat ourselves up every day wanting to be better than we are..sexy and beautiful to the beholder?
This past year has been a rough one for me. I was diagnosed with breast cancer last June... an aggressive, invasive cancer. I thought I was going to die.. and I still could, I guess. I have had 7 months of chemo, surgery, and am in the middle of my 6 1/2 weeks of radiation.
And what have I learned this past year from this?
Life, or better said, LIVING... is good. I took a long hard look at myself. After losing all my hair, who cares about some grey? My weight has been up and down. Who cares about a few curves? More to hold on to! I will be 48 in a couple months, but I am alive and I plan on many more birthdays to come. Age is now just a number. I have wrinkles and scars - each one from living a full life. I cherish my stretch marks that will be with me long after my babies are grown and gone. Reminders.....
A wonderful man from online has known me for a while now. He's been there through my ups and downs. He makes me feel beautiful and sexy and alive. He has kissed my scars and touched me in ways too numerous to count. He's listened to me complain and whine and go on and on about nausea and pain and hair loss and numb feet, etc etc. etc. After all this... he still sees me as a woman worth something. I hold onto that.
Yes...this is me.
SO.......what to say? I thought about who I am and what I do on here. Describe myself? Hmmmmmm....
I am loyal - almost to a fault. I will stand by a friend till the cows come home. I believe in honesty. Don't lie to me. And BTW, a sin of omission is still a sin. In return, I will be honest with you. I am a romantic. I love passion.... and being passionate - about many things. I love with all I have. I like to voice. *grins* Don't expect me to tell the world about my love life. I don't kiss and tell and I expect any lovers to do the same. I am heterosexual... well... not counting my "girl crushes" on Sandra Bullock and a cheerleader I know. LOL. I guess you could call me vanilla. I like sex in the usual ways...often. I'm not into BDSM or fetishes, but I respect the rights of others to do as they wish. It's a big world.... room for everything. I read your blogs and stories and I admit some of them are pretty darn hot! I'm not submissive, though there are times when I will submit. I like give and take. Now and then, I like to take control and even better.....lose control. And for the record....I love when a man loses control. *smiles*
I am a nurse, wife, and mother of three beautiful girls. They are my life. I am mostly happy and content and I can live with that. I have a good life.
Now....all that being said.....who am I...really?
Not long ago I would have described myself as a middle aged, almost 50 yr old woman... short, 15 pounds overweight, with hair starting to turn grey around the temples. Not old, but not a spring chicken either. I wasn't looking fondly at this whole aging thing. I felt flawed. Time has taken it's normal toll on me. I have surgery scars and stretch marks, wrinkles and laugh lines, saggy parts and achey bones. I am not a "perfect" person. It's a fact that we want to hold onto our youth and beauty. Society tells us we need to. How many of us beat ourselves up every day wanting to be better than we are..sexy and beautiful to the beholder?
This past year has been a rough one for me. I was diagnosed with breast cancer last June... an aggressive, invasive cancer. I thought I was going to die.. and I still could, I guess. I have had 7 months of chemo, surgery, and am in the middle of my 6 1/2 weeks of radiation.
And what have I learned this past year from this?
Life, or better said, LIVING... is good. I took a long hard look at myself. After losing all my hair, who cares about some grey? My weight has been up and down. Who cares about a few curves? More to hold on to! I will be 48 in a couple months, but I am alive and I plan on many more birthdays to come. Age is now just a number. I have wrinkles and scars - each one from living a full life. I cherish my stretch marks that will be with me long after my babies are grown and gone. Reminders.....
A wonderful man from online has known me for a while now. He's been there through my ups and downs. He makes me feel beautiful and sexy and alive. He has kissed my scars and touched me in ways too numerous to count. He's listened to me complain and whine and go on and on about nausea and pain and hair loss and numb feet, etc etc. etc. After all this... he still sees me as a woman worth something. I hold onto that.
Yes...this is me.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
My 10 useless trivia things......
Yes, better late than never....which seems to be the subject for my next blog. *grins*
Here goes..........
1. When I was in 6th grade, I was one of the tallest in my class. When I went to 7th grade in the fall, I was the shortest in my class and remained that way the rest of my school years. (5'0)
2. When I was 5, a mink bit my index finger and almost tore everything off the bone. I had lots of surgery and stitches to repair it. I still have the scars. By the way, my brother had to kill it to get it to let go.
3. I have an FBI clearance. I love the guys in the black suits. *grins*
(They have played Barbie in the front hall with my lil girls. LOL)
4. I am loyal to a fault and love with all I have. Not always a good thing.
5. I can milk a cow, skin a squirrel and gut a deer. Oh..and I can shoot a gun. Just saying.....
6. I admit to liking ABBA and Barry Manilow.....so sue me.
7. My hair is now about an inch long and I feel like Rapunzel......
8. I miss working as a nurse.
9. Someone once told me that you don't want sex anymore as you age. THEY LIED.
10. I love to go to the beach as a storm is coming in over the lake. The waves crashing, the wind blowing, and the clouds rolling.......such raw power. Makes my heart race and I feel alive.....
Ok..there ya go. Ten bits of useless trivia about me!
hugs!
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Did you feel it?
Mmmmmmmmmmm.......did you feel it? Did you get that little tingle? The fleeting image of nakedness running through your mind? Smiles.....you should have...it was me.
I headed to the shower today...my mind full of thoughts of you...of us. Funny how that happens. The water was warm....soothing....relaxing. The tenseness of my day slipping away and being replaced with a languid feeling. My hands move over my body, as if by instinct. Running lightly over my shoulders and then sliding down over my breasts...my belly.... my mound..... eliciting a small moan as I feel my fingers graze over my clit. Turning to grab my sponge, I squirt a bit of body wash on it. Lathering my arms and shoulders... I love the way the suds build on my body. Slowly, I pass it over my breasts... imagining the way your tongue teases my nipples to hardness.... one hand coming up to tug on a nipple... yes..... just like your mouth... your teeth.
Dropping the sponge, my hands take over... knowing my needs... till suddenly you are there with me. You step up close behind me, your arms wrapped around me... one hand cupping a breast. Your thumb lazily rubs back and forth over the nipple as you whisper in my ear, "Hello darlin." Moaning softly, I lean my head back against you, giving you free reign to nibble and kiss my neck and shoulders. God, how I love that....
My mind registers something firm... hard... insistent against my bottom... slowly pressing against me... rubbing. Your hands slide to my sides... slowly pushing me against the wall... your body never losing touch with mine. I feel the cool tile against my face and breasts... so different from the heat I feel from you. Your foot moves to nudge my feet apart... wider... and I respond... knowing. I'm lost in the feel of your teeth nipping my shoulder as you slip inside me... making me gasp... moan... ache with need. You fill me... deeply... stretching me... heating the very core of me. In and out you thrust... slow and easy... your breath in my ear. I squeeze you inside... knowing you feel it by the intake of breath... the soft growl.... the way your shaft jerks inside me.
That's all you needed... all I needed... to let it go. You turn me to face the ledge... pushing my back gently... bending me to lean on the ledge. Your hands grip my hips and hold them as you slam deeply inside me. Mmmmmmmmm....yes........that's it. Take me...... I need to feel you..... I HAVE to feel you. One hand braces my body as my other hand slips down between my legs... touching where we are joined. My body reacts to the feel of the sticky wetness of our bodies.... our juices combining to ease the thrusting. The feel of your shaft entering me is so amazing. Deeper and faster you slide into me... in rhythm with my moaning... you know I am close. You grip my hips harder.... not letting me slip away. More... more..... over and over..... till I hear you say my name.... a low growl of desire..... a sign that you are on the edge...... and then I am joining you. Spasm after spasm..... rocking me to the core.... feeling your shaft jerk inside me... filling me.
Mmmmm... such a sweet feeling. Lost in the moment.... nothing else matters in the world. You pull me up and hold me... whispering sweet words in my ear.... those words that only make sense at the time... to the ones they are for. I feel you slip out of me as you turn me in your arms.... kissing me gently... leaning your forehead against mine. I sense the smile on your face without even seeing it..... and I smile too....
I headed to the shower today...my mind full of thoughts of you...of us. Funny how that happens. The water was warm....soothing....relaxing. The tenseness of my day slipping away and being replaced with a languid feeling. My hands move over my body, as if by instinct. Running lightly over my shoulders and then sliding down over my breasts...my belly.... my mound..... eliciting a small moan as I feel my fingers graze over my clit. Turning to grab my sponge, I squirt a bit of body wash on it. Lathering my arms and shoulders... I love the way the suds build on my body. Slowly, I pass it over my breasts... imagining the way your tongue teases my nipples to hardness.... one hand coming up to tug on a nipple... yes..... just like your mouth... your teeth.
Dropping the sponge, my hands take over... knowing my needs... till suddenly you are there with me. You step up close behind me, your arms wrapped around me... one hand cupping a breast. Your thumb lazily rubs back and forth over the nipple as you whisper in my ear, "Hello darlin." Moaning softly, I lean my head back against you, giving you free reign to nibble and kiss my neck and shoulders. God, how I love that....
My mind registers something firm... hard... insistent against my bottom... slowly pressing against me... rubbing. Your hands slide to my sides... slowly pushing me against the wall... your body never losing touch with mine. I feel the cool tile against my face and breasts... so different from the heat I feel from you. Your foot moves to nudge my feet apart... wider... and I respond... knowing. I'm lost in the feel of your teeth nipping my shoulder as you slip inside me... making me gasp... moan... ache with need. You fill me... deeply... stretching me... heating the very core of me. In and out you thrust... slow and easy... your breath in my ear. I squeeze you inside... knowing you feel it by the intake of breath... the soft growl.... the way your shaft jerks inside me.
That's all you needed... all I needed... to let it go. You turn me to face the ledge... pushing my back gently... bending me to lean on the ledge. Your hands grip my hips and hold them as you slam deeply inside me. Mmmmmmmmm....yes........that's it. Take me...... I need to feel you..... I HAVE to feel you. One hand braces my body as my other hand slips down between my legs... touching where we are joined. My body reacts to the feel of the sticky wetness of our bodies.... our juices combining to ease the thrusting. The feel of your shaft entering me is so amazing. Deeper and faster you slide into me... in rhythm with my moaning... you know I am close. You grip my hips harder.... not letting me slip away. More... more..... over and over..... till I hear you say my name.... a low growl of desire..... a sign that you are on the edge...... and then I am joining you. Spasm after spasm..... rocking me to the core.... feeling your shaft jerk inside me... filling me.
Mmmmm... such a sweet feeling. Lost in the moment.... nothing else matters in the world. You pull me up and hold me... whispering sweet words in my ear.... those words that only make sense at the time... to the ones they are for. I feel you slip out of me as you turn me in your arms.... kissing me gently... leaning your forehead against mine. I sense the smile on your face without even seeing it..... and I smile too....
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