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MyLustIsLusting

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Tuesday, March 17, 2009

It never seize to amaze me how he just pop

up in my dreams ever so often. I could be doing

whatever, look up and there he is. It’s never sexual,

he’s just always there. I know I’ve written about him

in one of my blogs. I just don’t know which one.

I’m writing about him again because I dreamt

about him again last night. I don’t even know

what the dream was about!!

All I know is that he was there.

I think about the last time I saw him

(September of ’08) And I think about

that moment all the time. I’m always trying to

capture every minute, every second,

every movement with him.

From the time I stepped out of my car and saw

him sitting casually on a friends front porch while

his now NBA brother was on the grill, to the time

that beautiful smile came across his lips when

he first saw me, to the time he grabbed my leg

to catch his balance when he

sat down beside me.

To later that night in the club when he would

lean back on me every time he

roared with laughter. I loved that!!!

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It has been going on
two months since the last time
saw or heard from my hubby.
He left for Africa on
or around November the 1st.
I knew that the chance of
us spending the Thanksgiving holiday together
was not going to happen.
But Christmas?
The last time I talked to him over the phone,
he said that he would be home the next weekend.
Well, that weekend came, no husband.
So, I am thinking maybe he'll get here
the following weekend, which happened
to be the weekend before Christmas.
Still, no husband.
So by now, I am feeling neglected all over again.
And I am thinking that I wish that
I could run into ‘Darius’,
an older guy whom has been
trying to get with me for at least a year or so.
If I was to get with anyone, it would certainly be him.
I remember the first time I saw him on the A9 bus
that brought us from Downtown D.C. where we worked
to the SouthSide where we lived.
I thought with the way he dressed, smelled and looked
that I could see myself with that old man.
I remember telling my cousin, Shelle, that
I could see myself with him and she was like:
“That old man, Tabitha?”
Yep.
I had no idea that at the time,
he was trying to get at me
but I figured that he would be attracted to me.
Most men of his complexion and descent were.
I am always attracting light skinned men
and men from other countries,
hence, my husband being Afican
(although he’s just as dark as the night).
One day I spoke and he smiled and winked his eye at me.
I still was not sure if he was trying to holla,
but as time progressed, he let it be known that he loved
my eyes, my lips and my skin.
Before he told me this, however, every one knew that
he was after me except for me!!!
It took every thing in my power not to get with him.
After all, I AM a married woman and my hubby would
notice any certain changes in my behavior.
So, I had to keep ‘Darius’ at arms length.
However, I loved the attention that he often gave me when
ever he saw me.
He acted as if I was the only woman in the world.
People around us begin to see that he had a thing for me
and I would often get mad when they called him 'my man'. He knew that I was married and for that reason,
I could not get with him.
In fact, I would change my bus route every so
often so that I would not run into him.
But I could not deny that ‘Darius’
was a fly old man and I was feeling him.
Really feeling him.
In fact, I had given a mutual 'associate'
of ours my number to give to him since
she lived in the same neighborhood as he.
For I had long since fantasized about ‘Darius’'s
head between my thighs.
He was an older guy so I did not know
if he could still get 'it' up or not.
I did not care at the time,
as long as his tongue was in good working order.
But, my fantasies of ‘Darius’ soon faded.
For what ever reason, he had stopped
riding our bus route and I had not seen him.
The last time I saw him on the bus,
he was reeking of alcohol and I told him
he smelled.
I think I embarrassed him but I didn’t mean to.
It was just that it was 6o’clock in the evening
and he was tipsy already!!
I didn’t like it one bit.
I don’t think I saw him for another
month or two after that.
So, here I am, going home to a man that
I recently reconciled with after a five year separation.
It is something that
I should not have done and
regret quite often.
I know that it was the wrong decision because
sometimes, I just do not want him to touch me!!!
So, I'd go a month, sometimes, with out his
touch or his dick.
See, our love making is the same every time;
he would hit it (no foreplay),
roll over and fall asleep,
leaving me to relieve my damn self.
I knew that I should not have taken him back,
but I loved the idea of a complete family,
you know, father, mother, kids.
I knew that the moment I said 'ok, lets get back together',
that it was going to be one of the biggest mistakes in my life.
I knew that I was going to be right back where I started,
with a man whom did not know how to
treat me mentally or please me sexually.
He had always been a selfish lover.
I have no idea why I thought that that was
going to change.
Not to mention the fact that he had
a baby while we separated and I was not too keen about that.
In fact, he did not tell me about the child until
after he told our youngest daughter!!!
Up 'til this day, he still does not know
that she told me about the boy!
He do not know that by the time
he told me about his son, I had already known!
So, here I am on the Saturday before Christmas,
on the internet, talking to my online friends and
trying to figure out which one of them I am going to
meet up with and perhaps get laid.
I was VERY horny.
So, I am talking to this one guy, whom happens to be in
my neighborhood.
I am thinking this is perfect!!!
He tells me he's running for city council and I am like:
'Wow! A city council man interested in me? Kewl.
' So, we get to talking, and he asked me what was
I doing at home on a Saturday night.
I had no idea but all I knew was that
I had the incredible urge to go clubbing,
something that I do not do at all anymore,
or to just get out of the house.
This guy had almost convince me to let him
take me out.
But when I found out that I had to pick him up,
a red flag started waving in my head. Then, on top of this, he says that he's already
city councilman but did not want to tell me,
another red flag began to wave.
He is lying already!!!
But I was like:
'Hey, it's okay if he doesn't have a car.
I am not that type of girl to judge a man by what he
have or does not have.
Hell, I just want to get out of the house!!'
But then he says:
'And after we finish hanging out,
you can drop me off at the airport!'
Three red flags.
'Nigger what!'
I immediately took him off of my friends list.
The next guy was much more matured
and did not live too far from where I lived, either.
He was so close to convincing me to go out with him,
especially since our conversation was so stimulating,
that I had already decided what I was going to wear.
I still could not make up my mind
to go out with him so he left me his number
to call him by eleven o'clock to let him know.
I really wanted to go out.
If not with him, I had planned to go
to my old spot and pick someone up.
I did not do that on a normal basis but I needed some love!!
I could not wait for my lying husband any longer.
I contemplated on whether or not I should
go out with this guy
on the way to pick my daughter up from work.
By the time I had gotten to her job,
she was not ready.
So, I decided to go to the Giant to get some
panty hoses for the night.
I wanted to wear my "freak 'em" dress
but there was a little chill in the
air so stockings were required.
So, I am in the Giant, looking all over for hosiery,
because the menu said they were on isle 18,
but they were not.
So, I turn to look for someone who
could perhaps tell me where the hosiery
was and whom did I see?
‘DARIUS’!!!
I held my breath for a moment.
He had not seen me yet and I could not
decide to speak to him or to just let him go.
But then something said,
"What better person to fuck while your husband is
away doing God knows what? At least you know him."
I found my self calling out his name and when
he saw me; a big grin crossed his face.
"Come here!" he said with his Jamaican
accent. Then he took me in his arms and held me.
"My girl," he said. "I've been missing you and thinking about you.
I saw Sandy (the mutual associate) the other day
and told her to give you my number."
"That's funny. She didn't give you mine? I told her to."
"No!" he said. "Well, take my number down and call me."
‘Darius’ was so adorable to me.
He was old enough to be my father but I did not care.
His salt and pepper hair was covered with a cute little hat.
He was not dressed up like he usually does and he now
sported a salt and pepper beard around his round face.
he hovered over me like a giant and I loved that.
With my milk chocolate skin close to his almost white skin,
I knew that ‘Darius’ was going to be my victim tonight.
As soon as I got home, I called him.
He was not there.
I was disappointed and hoped that he had caller id
and would call me back.
When he did not, I decided to take a bubble bath
to perhaps get rid of some of the horniness that I was feeling.
But when my phone rang, just before I stepped into the tub,
and I saw that it was he,
(I had locked his name and number in my cell phone)
I was happy as hell!
I knew he was going to invite me over to his house
to watch some movies, he had before.
But I would always say no because I was
afraid of what might happen.
“I know why you turning me down,” he said to me once.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because you’re afraid of what might happen,” he answered.
He was so right.
I just knew that we would not be watching any movies.
Just hearing his Jamaican accent over the
phone made my insides churn.
I promised to call him back once I got out of the tub.
(the idea that I was in the tub made
him blow out a long deep breath).
Once I got out, after shaving off unwanted hairs on my body,
I lotion myself really good,
sprayed myself with some perfume and got dressed.
Like I knew that he would, ‘Darius’ invited me over.
I said no at first because I did not want to seem too desperate.
But I was desperate as hell.
I had fantasized about ‘Darius’ kisses and could not
wait to see if my thoughts were true.
Thirty minutes later, I found myself pulling up in front
of ‘Darius’ house.
He and I lived pretty close to each other, walking distance in fact.
‘Darius’ was very happy to see me and could not stop
stressing that to me.
He kept saying over and over again that he could not believe that
I was actually there.
He said that he was missing me like crazy!!
We chose to watch Belly.
Anybody that knows me knows that NasirJones is
one of my favorite persons in the whole wide world.
‘Darius’ took the seat next to me, rapped his long arm around me
and pulled me closer to him.
I felt snug in his arms and knew then
that I was not going to see all of Belly.
I felt him looking at me so when I turned to look at him,
our noses almost touched.
"You are so damn beautiful," he said.
"Thanks," I smiled and turned my attention back to the big screen.
"Look at me," he said.
So I turned my attention back to him.
"From the very moment I saw you
I said I wanted to make you mine.
and now that you're here and I can't believe it."
Then he kissed me, softly at first.
Then, he wrapped his lips around mine and
searched my tongue with his.
I felt that I was going to cum in my panties.
His kiss was wonderful to me.
"You know how long I've wanted to do that?" he asked.
But he did not give me time to answer.
He kissed me with so much passion that I DID cum!!
It must have been some time since ‘Darius’ had been
with a woman, although, he did tell me
about he and the next door neighbor once.
He said she ended up going back to her man.
Every now and again, his body would shiver real hard,
which scared me at first.
But I know that he was excited and could
not calm down.
It made me feel good to know that I made him shiver like that.
Then he reached his hand under my skirt
(I had decided against the panty hoses for easy access),
pulled my panties to the side and began
fondling with my freshly shaved pussy.
(I would later learn that he loved shaved pussy better).
He became excited and
pushed his finger inside of me,
leaving me to scream in pleasure,
then took that finger and licked it.
He then kissed me again,
leaving me to taste my own pussy.
"Why is this thing so nice and tight?
Do you push your husband away a lot?"
he asked as he continued to rub my pussy.
I just moaned and nodded my head yes.
"I know," he said.
then he got on his knees and pulled my panties down,
leaving my boots on.
He bends down and licked my clit.
He plunged his tongue inside of me
and sucked on my clit violently.
I screamed with pleasure.
When it got to the point where I could
not take it anymore and tried to get away,
‘Darius’ kept pulling me back to him.
By now, I was so turned on that if the earth
had exploded I would not have even cared.
He then took my hand and led me upstairs
where he continued to eat my pussy lavishly.
I was not disappointed when he could not get his dick up.
I had already expected that.
But he ate my pussy some kinds of good.
"I love you, baby," he said, looking up at me for a moment.
"Don't say that," I said.
He brought his face closer to mine.
"I can't help how I feel. I know you have
a husband and don't want to hear that but . . ."
and he continued eating my pussy, as if
it was calling for him to continue doing what he was doing.
I left his home feeling complete, whole and like a woman!
The next night was pretty much the same scenario,
only this time, ‘Darius’ actually made love to me.
His dick was nice in length and width so
with my pussy being somewhat tight,
he had a hard time getting it in.
But once he got it in, after going months without any dick,
all I could do was scream.
"I know, I know," he said trying to comfort me.
"I should have been gentler hey?"
With my legs over his shoulders, he pumped harder
and harder with every stroke.
He kissed my leg trying to comfort me.
I was not in pain, however.
I am just a screamer.
And if this was how ‘Darius’ put it down at his age,
I can only imagine what he was like when he was younger.
‘Darius’ pulled out before I could reach my climax.
But I had small orgasms from time to time
so it did not bother me much.
The next time we made love, it was a bit
easier for him to enter me.
But once again, he pulled out and I did not like
it one bit.
I told him the next time to just let go.
He said he may be an older guy but he is
still pretty much fertile.
I had gotten my tubes tied a few years ago
and have come this far with out getting pregnant.
so, I finally told him that I could not get pregnant,
although the doctor at the time said that
they could come untied.
I was afraid that with the size of ‘Darius’ dick,
he was liable to knock something loose.
But I long to feel his hot cum inside of me.
The first night that I stayed over his house was
the night that he cummed inside of me.
‘Darius’ was an ox!
Grunting and pumping harder and harder inside of me
like there was no tomorrow.
I had never seen him like that and it turned me on so much
that we cummed together.
It was awesome!!!!!

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KeepGettingAway

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I just ran into him yawl!! He was with another chick.

It's ironic too because I had just started missing him. Just last week, I was thinking how nice it would be to kick it wih him again. Usually when I think this strongly of him I'll run into him. But let me take you back.

I met him about five years ago when we worked at the same place. I never knew that he liked me but every now and then he would throw something slick out of his mouth my way to make me think that he was interested (I wasn't sure). We hung out a couple of times, no sex, no kissing no touching, although I wanted to. But like I said, he never gave me any indication that he wanted to besides a little flirting here or there. And I'm not the one to make the first move (I know now that I should have). He was with some one so I just took all his flirting as . . . compliments.

He found another job so I didn't see him anymore for another two years. But in the mean time and in between time I was yearning for him (now mind you that I've never slept with this man). I just wanted to be in his prescence because he was just what I liked in a man; tall, slim, sweet, smart and funny. He stayed making me laugh.

So . . . two years after I hadn't seen him, one day I'm just having this craving to see him. I knew that we were going to run into each other soon because a few days before I'd seen his best friend. He himself hadn't heard from him either. Anywho, I'm walking to the cafateria for breakfast and as soon as I walk through the doors I see him!!! He was sitting at the table having breakfast looking all cute and shit. I blinked my eyes to make sure it was him first because I'd been seeing guys that look like him all week. But as I got closer, he looks up and he looks at me like: is it really you? I just stopped in my tracks because he'd simply taken my breath away. Then he smiled and I almost fell the fuck out!!!

We exchanged numbers. I was with someone at the time, he wasn't, but we always seem to make time for each other. He would call, I would get nervous as hell because that's what he did to me. I don't know why. He knew that I was with some one and he knew that it was someone that he knew. I just never told him who. And by this time, he was making it clear that he wanted to be with me. I wanted to be with him too but, I was trying to make things work out with my boyfriend. He called me on Thanksgiving last year and he wanted to come over. I wanted him to come over too but my then boyfriend was there. I told him that and I hadn't seen or heard from him since. Until today!!!

I'm walking to the bathroom, once again on my job (I work at the courthouse). And lo and behold who did I run into? I was breathless, and my heart quivered (along with something else that I won't mention) inspite of the fact that he was with another girl. I just smiled (all crushed on the inside) and spoke to him. At first it didn't seem that he recognized me or that he even knew whether to speak or not. But he finally said 'wuz up'. 'Not much,' I said. 'How ya been?' 'Good,' he said still holding my eyes. 'I'm doing good,' he repeated. 'Good,' I said and walked in the bathroom.

Gosh I feel so crushed on the inside. I wanted to get his phone number so that we can kick it like we use to and perhaps explore these feelings that we shared in the past. But, it seems as though he has moved on but I swear to goodness if I ever have to oppotunity again, I'm taking it with no prisnors. Now the rest of my day is fukked up because every guy that I see . . .

Geez!

Update!!!

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OnlyInMyDreams!!

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Just so you know, my blogs can be a bit erotic. That's how I roll! I love writing and reading erotic stories. My blogs are stories based on fantasy and truth, not necessarily in that order. I hope that you enjoy and I hope that you comment and in return, I'll do the same! -BevMba*

My LaborDay weekend was unforgettable!!!! I felt that I was going to see someone that I hadn't seen in a long time but that I did not need to see. But if something is supposed to happen then it will happen, regardless of the situation. My journey started that Friday evening after work. I had already reserved a car and my plan was to pick the car up, go home, pack and then hit the road. But once I got to the rental place, I learned that I could not get the car because I didn't have the proper documents. I was BLOWN!!! But then I realized that I could pick the car up in the morning if I had my last pay stubs. I was afraid that I didn't have them so I had put it in my mind that I would not be going to NorthCarolina on LaborDay weekend for my family reunion. when I did get home, I searched high and low for the pay stubs, only to come across old ones that I could not use. I wanted to cry!!! My family members kept calling to see where I was and when I told them what happened, they kept encouraging me to keep trying and so, I did. I looked and looked until I saw this white envelope sticking out from behind the radiator. When I opened it and saw the stubs, I screamed. My cousins, whose plan was to follow us down south, could not get their car either so we all decided to get up early, to go get the cars that we had reserved. I got up early Saturday morning, took a shower, got dressed and headed downtown to pick up the car. I was relieved when they gave me the car and a few hours later, I was heading down 95 south to my small hometown in North Carolina!! I do not remember what time I left the city or what time arrived. All I know is that the weather was perfect and that something good was lingering in the air. I ran into a lot of people that I had not seen in a long time. But this one person, we'll call him 'Travis', was all that I wanted to see and be with. Travis is an ex- pro basketball player. His brother, 'Jackson' is currently in the NBA and I was happy to see him too but my main focus was 'Travis'. For over 20 years, 'Travis' had been in and out of my dreams so many times that I had begin to wonder if he dreams about me the way that I was dreaming about him. The dreams were never sexual, it's just that he was always there. I did not know why. I always thought that 'Travis' was fine but I never thought that I wanted to 'be' with him. Since he had been in my dreams so much, however, I had begin to develop some kind of feelings for him and I would often wonder how he was or where he was or what he was doing. Whenever I visited our home town, i hoped that I would run into him but I never did, until now. When I pulled up to the house that he was at, I spotted him immediately. He was sitting on the front porch steps, while his brother was on the grill. When he realized whom i was, he started grinning immediately. He stood up to hug me and I had forgotten how tall he was when he hugged me, it felt so good!! I am a sucker for a tall man and I felt vunerable in his arms for what ever reason. We talked a bit, but he was engaged in conversation with some of the fellas that was hanging around. Every now and then he would break away from them and sit down beside me for some conversation. I would catch him looking at me every so often but did not read anything into it when ever our eyes met. I looked for some sign to see if he was feeling me the way I was feeling him or if he was just being the old school class mate that he really was. I did not detect anything. I remember thinking some time ago that if i ever ran into him, I would tell him about the dreams and ask him if he thought about me the same way. But seeing him, I could not ask him that. I did not want to take the risk of embarrasing myself. If he had said no, I probably would have rolled over and died. So, I just kept my cool and continued to enjoy being in his company. Once, he grabbed my leg for support when he sat down beside me. I wondered if that was some type of sign. 'Jackson' suggested that every one go to 'Blaze', a night club down town but 'Travis' did not want to go. I talked him into it, however, and told him that if he goes then I'll go. After every one dispersed, though, I decided that I really did not want to go. I was feeling tired and wanted to get some rest but my daughter, whom was star struck, talked me into going. She says that I told 'Travis' that I would be there and what if he is going there just to see you? She had a point and I decided that I'd go but if I did not see their car our front, we're going home. I was kind of hoping that the car would not be there but it was and so we made our way to the club. Inside, I did not see 'Travis'. I asked around and someone said he was upstairs. I walked upstairs, stopping every so often to holla at folks whom seemed pretty happy to see me. But my mind was not on them. I only wanted to see 'Travis'. So, I asked some one and they said he was down stairs at the end of the bar. I know that he was not there when I walked in. I wondered if he had seen me walk in and then made his way back to the bar where he was sitting originally. when I got to the bottom of the steps, I saw him and my stomach fluttered. that had not happend to me in a long time. Sitting beside 'Travis' at the bar, I begin to wonder if he was feeling anything for me. I wanted to ask but once again he was surrounded by three of our old school class mates and I listened while they all reminisced about the good old days. He had stood up now, abit tipsy and when I saw him wipe his face with his hand, I asked him if he was okay. He said 'yeah' but I patted the bar stool beside me and told him to sit down. 'Maybe I should," he said putting his lean figure on the bar stool. He continued talking and every now and then, he would look behind him to see if I was still there, I think. Every now and then, I would catch him checking me out in the mirror. Then, every time he laughed, he would lean back on me. I don't think he know how good that felt as I enjoyed his lean body leaning against mine. I felt special. I wished that they would all just go away and that he and I could have some alone time. But I guess that's how it is when you're somewhat of a celebrity in a small town. It it hard to get all of his attention when so many people loved him and wanted to be in his prescence. I was hoping for a moment when he would just grab my hand and say, "let's get out of here." But that's what this entry is all about. Hope. I had been hoping that 'Travis' was feeling the same things on the inside that I was feeling for him, for the longest of times. I sat there feeling that maybe I'm exaggerrating a bit. Just because I have developed feelings for him over the years does not mean that he has! I had never hung out with him but had only spoke to him if ever we past each other. In fact, I did not begin to feel this strong about him until after he and I was long gone from our hometown. Sure he was cute in high school but then I knew that the chance of he and I getting together were slim. Even though we lived on the same side of the tracks, it was girls that lived on the other side that caught Travis' eye. Girls whose family had a little bit of money. Debutante, cheer leader type chicks. Me? I was just a poor girl that wore hand me downs, even though I did look quite good in them. I was not the most beautiful girl in the world, but I had my share of boys that loved my milk chocolate skin and my size 12 frame at the time. I knew that with 'Travis', I was out of my league. With all this in mind, I turned to 'Travis' and told him that i was leaving. He hugged me and told me to take care of myself. I really did not want to leave but like I said, I was really fooling myself. He had no idea how I feel on the inside. I had a chance to tell him but I did not know how. I have beat myself up for not saying anything. I did not get a phone number, an email address or anything that would allow me to stay in contact with him. On the other hand, if he had wanted me to have his number, he would have given it to me right? Is it going to be another 20 plus years before I see him again? So, I guess I'll never know what could have happened with me and 'Travis'. I feel all mixed up on the inside. I knew that seeing 'Travis' would leave me like this. I feel hurt. Especially knowing that he'll never know how I feel. When he hugged me and told me to take care of myself, I got the feeling that I would never see him again. Only in my dreams!

BevMba*
aka MsPaint* ReadSomethingErotic

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HeTurnedMeOut

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It has been going on two months since the last time I saw or heard from my hubby. He left for Africa on or around November the 1st. I knew that the chance of us spending the Thanksgiving holiday together was not going to happen. But Christmas? The last time I talked to him over the phone, he said that he would be home the next weekend. Well, that weekend came, no husband. So, I am thinking maybe he'll get here the following weekend, which happened to be the weekend before Christmas. Still, no husband. So by now, I am feeling neglected all over again. And I am thinking that I wish that I could run into Donald, an older guy whom has been trying to get with me for at least a year or so. If I was to get with anyone, it would certainly be him. I remember the first time I saw him on the A9 bus that brought us from Downtown D.C. where we worked to the SouthSide where we lived. He lived on the Maryland side, I lived on the D.C. side. I thought with the way he dressed, smelled and looked that I could see myself with that old man. I remember telling my cousin, Shelley, that I could see myself with him and she was like: "That old man, Sheila?" Yep. I had no idea that at the time, he was trying to get at me but I figured that he would be attracted to me. Most men of his complexion and descent were. I am always attracting light skinned men and men from other countries, hence, my husband being Nigerian (although he's just as dark as the night). One day I spoke and he smiled and winked his eye at me. I still was not sure if he was trying to holla, but as time progressed, he let it be known that he loved my eyes, my lips and my skin. Before he told me this, however, every one knew that he was after me except for me!!! It took every thing in my power not to get with him. After all, I AM a married woman and my hubby would notice any certain changes in my behavior. So, I had to keep Donald at arms length. However, I loved the attention that he often gave me when ever he saw me. He acted as if I was the only woman in the world. People around us begin to see that he had a thing for me and I would often get mad when they called him 'my man'. He knew that I was married and for that reason, I could not get with him. In fact, I would change my bus route every so often so that I would not run into him. But I could not deny that Donald was a fly old man and I was feeling him. Really feeling him. In fact, I had given a mutual 'associate' of ours my number to give to him since she lived in the same neighborhood as he. For I had long since fantasized about Donald's head between my thighs. He was an older guy so I did not know if he could still get 'it' up or not. I did not care at the time, as long as his tongue was in good working order. But, my fantasies of Donald soon faded. For what ever reason, he had stopped riding our bus route and I had not seen him. The last time I saw him on the bus, he was reeking of alcohol and I told him he smelled. I think I embarrassed him but I didn't mean to. It was just that it was 6o'clock in the evening and he was tipsy already!! I didn't like it one bit. I don't think I saw him for another month or two after that. So, here I am, going home to a man that I recently reconciled with after a five year separation. It is something that I should not have done and regret quite often. I know that it was the wrong decision because sometimes, I just do not want him to touch me!!! So, I'd go a month, sometimes, with out his touch or his dick. See, our love making is the same every time; he would hit it (no foreplay), roll over and fall asleep, leaving me to relieve my damn self. I knew that I should not have taken him back, but I loved the idea of a complete family, you know, father, mother, kids. I knew that the moment I said 'ok, lets get back together', that it was going to be one of the biggest mistakes in my life. I knew that I was going to be right back where I started, with a man whom did not know how to treat me mentally or please me sexually. He had always been a selfish lover. I have no idea why I thought that that was going to change. Not to mention the fact that he had a baby while we separated and I was not too keen about that. In fact, he did not tell me about the child until after he told our youngest daughter!!! Up 'til this day, he still does not know that she told me about the boy! He do not know that by the time he told me about his son, I had already known! So, here I am on the Saturday before Christmas, on the internet, talking to my online friends and trying to figure out which one of them I am going to meet up with and perhaps get laid. I was VERY horny. So, I am talking to this one guy, whom happens to be in my neighborhood. I am thinking this is perfect!!! He tells me he's running for city council and I am like: 'Wow! A city council man interested in me? Kewl.' So, we get to talking, and he asked me what was I doing at home on a Saturday night. I had no idea but all I knew was that I had the incredible urge to go clubbing, something that I do not do at all anymore, or to just get out of the house. This guy had almost convince me to let him take me out. But when I found out that I had to pick him up, a red flag started waving in my head. Then, on top of this, he says that he's already city councilman but did not want to tell me, another red flag began to wave. He is lying already!!! But I was like: 'Hey, it's okay if he doesn't have a car. I am not that type of girl to judge a man by what he have or does not have. Hell, I just want to get out of the house!!' But then he says: 'And after we finish hanging out, you can drop me off at the airport!' Three red flags. '%#&@$! what!' I immediately took him off of my friends list. The next guy was much more matured and did not live too far from where I lived, either. He was so close to convincing me to go out with him, especially since our conversation was so stimulating, that I had already decided what I was going to wear. I still could not make up my mind to go out with him so he left me his number to call him by eleven o'clock to let him know. I really wanted to go out. If not with him, I had planned to go to my old spot and pick someone up. I did not do that on a normal basis but I needed some love!! I could not wait for my lying husband any longer. I contemplated on whether or not I should go out with this guy on the way to pick my daughter up from work. By the time I had gotten to her job, she was not ready. So, I decided to go to the Giant to get some panty hoses for the night. I wanted to wear my "freak 'em" dress but there was a little chill in the air so stockings were required. So, I am in the Giant, looking all over for hosiery, because the menu said they were on isle 18, but they were not. So, I turn to look for someone who could perhaps tell me where the hosiery was and whom did I see? DONALD!!! I held my breath for a moment. He had not seen me yet and I could not decide to speak to him or to just let him go. But then something said, "What better person to %#&@$! while your husband is away doing God knows what? At least you know him." I found my self calling out his name and when he saw me; a big grin crossed his face. "Come here!" he said with his Jamaican accent. Then he took me in his arms and held me. "My girl," he said. "I've been missing you and thinking about you. I saw Gracie (the mutual associate) the other day and told her to give you my number." "That's funny. She didn't give you mine? I told her to." "No!" he said. "Well, take my number down and call me." Donald was so adorable to me. He was old enough to be my father but I did not care. His salt and pepper hair was covered with a cute little hat. He was not dressed up like he usually does and he now sported a salt and pepper beard around his round face. he hovered over me like a giant and I loved that. With my milk chocolate skin close to his almost white skin, I knew that Donald was going to be my victim tonight. As soon as I got home, I called him. He was not there. I was disappointed and hoped that he had caller id and would call me back. When he did not, I decided to take a bubble bath to perhaps get rid of some of the horniness that I was feeling. But when my phone rang, just before I stepped into the tub, and I saw that it was he, (I had locked his name and number in my cell phone) I was happy as hell! I knew he was going to invite me over to his house to watch some movies, he had before. But I would always say no because I was afraid of what might happen. "I know why you turning me down," he said to me once. "Why?" I asked. "Because you're afraid of what might happen," he answered. He was so right. I just knew that we would not be watching any movies. Just hearing his Jamaican accent over the phone made my insides churn. I promised to call him back once I got out of the tub. (the idea that I was in the tub made him blow out a long deep breath). Once I got out, after shaving off unwanted hairs on my body, I lotion myself really good, sprayed myself with some perfume and got dressed. Like I knew that he would, Donald invited me over. I said no at first because I did not want to seem too desperate. But I was desperate as hell. I had fantasized about Donald's kisses and could not wait to see if my thoughts were true. Thirty minutes later, I found myself pulling up in front of Donald's house. He and I lived pretty close to each other, walking distance in fact. Donald was very happy to see me and could not stop stressing that to me. He kept saying over and over again that he could not believe that I was actually there. He said that he was missing me like crazy!! We chose to watch Belly. Anybody that knows me knows that NasirJones is one of my favorite persons in the whole wide world. Donald took the seat next to me, rapped his long arm around me and pulled me closer to him. I felt snug in his arms and knew then that I was not going to see all of Belly. I felt him looking at me so when I turned to look at him, our noses almost touched. "You are so damn beautiful," he said. "Thanks," I smiled and turned my attention back to the big screen. "Look at me," he said. So I turned my attention back to him. "From the very moment I saw you I said I wanted to make you mine. and now that you're here and I can't believe it." Then he kissed me, softly at first. Then, he rapped his lips around mine and searched my tongue with his. I felt that I was going to %#&@$! in my panties. His kiss was wonderful to me. "You know how long I've wanted to do that?" he asked. But he did not give me time to answer. He kissed me with so much passion that I DID %#&@$!!! It must have been some time since Tye had been with a woman, although, he did tell me about he and the next door neighbor once. He said she ended up going back to her man. Every now and again, his body would shiver real hard, which scared me at first. But I know that he was excited and could not calm down. It made me feel good to know that I made him shiver like that. Then he reached his hand under my skirt (I had decided against the panty hoses for easy access), pulled my panties to the side and began fondling with my freshly shaved %#&@$!. (I would later learn that he loved shaved %#&@$! better). He became excited and pushed his finger inside of me, leaving me to scream in pleasure, then took that finger and licked it. He then kissed me again, leaving me to taste my own %#&@$!. "Why is this thing so nice and tight? Do you push your husband away a lot?" he asked as he continued to rub my %#&@$!. I just moaned and nodded my head yes. "I know," he said. then he got on his knees and pulled my panties down, leaving my boots on. He bends down and licked my clit. He plunged his tongue inside of me and sucked on my clit violently. I screamed with pleasure. When it got to the point where I could not take it anymore and tried to get away, Donald kept pulling me back to him. By now, I was so turned on that if the earth had exploded I would not have even cared. He then took my hand and led me upstairs where he continued to eat my %#&@$! lavishly. I was not disappointed when he could not get his dick up. I had already expected that. But he ate my %#&@$! some kinds of good. "I love you, baby," he said, looking up at me for a moment. "Don't say that," I said. He brought his face closer to mine. "I can't help how I feel. I know you have a husband and don't want to hear that but . . ." and he continued eating my %#&@$!, as if it was calling for him to continue doing what he was doing. I left his home feeling complete, whole and like a woman! The next night was pretty much the same scenario, only this time, Donald actually made love to me. His dick was nice in length and width so with my %#&@$! being somewhat tight, he had a hard time getting it in. But once he got it in, after going months without any dick, all I could do was scream. "I know, I know," he said trying to comfort me. "I should have been gentler hey?" With my legs over his shoulders, he pumped harder and harder with every stroke. He kissed my leg trying to comfort me. I was not in pain, however. I am just a screamer. And if this was how Donald put it down at his age, I can only imagine what he was like when he was younger. Donald pulled out before I could reach my climax. But I had small orgasms from time to time so it did not bother me much. The next time we made love, it was a bit easier for him to enter me. But once again, he pulled out and I did not like it one bit. I told him the next time to just let go. He said he may be an older guy but he is still pretty much fertile. I had gotten my tubes tied a few years ago and have come this far with out getting pregnant. so, I finally told him that I could not get pregnant, although the doctor at the time said that they could come untied. I was afraid that with the size of Donald's dick, he was liable to knock something loose. But I long to feel his hot cum inside of me. The first night that I stayed over his house was the night that he cummed inside of me. Donald was an ox! Grunting and pumping harder and harder inside of me like there was no tomorrow. I had never seen him like that and it turned me on so much that we cummed together. It was awesome!!!!!
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'Father of the Internet

"It was his formula that used 65,000 separate
computer processors to perform 3.1 billion
calculations per second in 1989," said CNN.
"That feat," CNN continued, "led to computer scientists
comprehending the capabilities of supercomputers
and the practical applications of creating a system
that allowed multiple computers to communicate."