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A Mutual Parting
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Hey everyone, today is Wednesday July
25th, few things of note happened last evening, biggest
thing is the Roberts and I have decide that it was time to end our
little relationship, and though it somewhat saddens me I do
completely understand. If you remember that Mr Roberts had talked
about another little slut that he wanted Tina, well Tina turns out to
be the Roberts daughter, and given the fact that Mrs Roberts had a
relationship with her daddy, she, they felt it was time to keep it in
the family so to speak, how it happened is I dropped by to visit, Mrs
Roberts let me in but only in the hallway, she explained that it was
time for their daughter Tina to begin the life style, and well there
you go, so she did let me have a peek though and Tina was on her
hands and knees sucking dad off, and willingly too,she wasn't forced
in anyway, Mrs Roberts said it's her time know with mom and dad, you
do understand Emily, like I said guy's the life style happens more
than anyone thinks it does, with that I just said I do, truly do if I
can get daddy to fuck me I wouldn't stray to far either, so I gave
her a big hug hoped that things work out as they want and than left.
Really didn't matter anyway I am so much involved with Carol and
would rather spend my free time with her anyway, Carol was my next
visit, by the time I got by her townhouse my pussy was wet, seeing
that Tina suck her dad off made me very horny and very aggressive, so
when Carol answered the door I just grabbed her hand, led her
upstairs to her bedroom, took off my and her clothes, pushed her on
the bed and just licked her pussy, several times to orgasm, and of
Carol was more than willing to return the favor and did, and again
guy's I just kept cumming and cumming and cumming, we than made out
for a very long time tasting Carol's tongue in my mouth, and as I
have been doing lately I was again licked her from head to toe, and
everywhere in between. Later on she asked what got me so fired up and
aggressive, well I wasn't going to tell her the truth how could I,
the couple that have been raping me for the last few months, decided
to start fucking there daughter, I got to watch her suck dads cock? I
don't thinks so, so I just said oh just the thought of you and your
gorgeous body and black skin, was to much for me to take, so I came
by.
We than moved back downstairs to her
kitchen, she was writing something on a piece of paper, than handed
it to me, here this might turn into something job wise, you should go
and see her, she needs some help with something, if your interested,
you are looking for a job right baby? Who is she, Carol went on to
say that really don't know that much about her other than, she is a
journalist of some sorts and she is trying to start up a small local
paper, since you seem to be interested in writing when she asked if I
knew of any kid that might be interested, I thought of you Emily,
call her go see her, her name is Judy something don't remember her
last name, she's kind of mousy,skidish, shy, shy would be the correct
word I was thinking, who knows maybe she would hire you on to help
her, isn't it at least worth calling her? I agreed and told Carol
I'll call her tomorrow that being today, gave her a kiss and I was
off back home, only thing I noticed with Carol was that she seemed a
little distant tonight, could be anything, but hey either way, I
appreciated her thinking of me with this job, we will see what
happens, let you know.
Em
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Posted on : Jul 25, 2012
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Commented on Jul 25, 2012
You may be interested in the following extract again from Nancy Friday’s book “Women On Topâ€.
“ONLY ANOTHER WOMAN KNOWSâ€
There is something uniquely satisfying in a woman’s body that cannot be had with a man. As sexually exciting and elegant as a male body may be, it lacks the obvious physical attributes of our first source of love, mother. It isn’t just the breasts: it’s the texture of skin, the smell, the whole mysterious aura of that first body we lay against, which fed, warmed, and overwhelmed us with its power. We loved her power, we envied her power, for it was hers to give or to take away at any moment of her choosing. How could any of us, male or female, ever forget that relationship?
We don’t. In memory, we long for a taste of it, so important is it still to our sense of well-being. We yearn to be loved, nurtured, and adored whether we had it or not. It is so primitive and obviously associated with infancy that many of us repress the longing out of a sense of shame that these are baby needs. Though tough guys may deny what they are responding to when they rest their head against a woman’s breast, suck on her nipples, and explore that mysterious area between her legs from which they issued, men nonetheless have always been able to re-create the earliest mother/infant satisfaction whenever they lie down with a woman. They need not know it is their mother’s breast they still want; they don’t have to put a name to their frustration because it is satisfied – guiltlessly, unashamedly, easily, without having to ask for it – every time they take a woman in their arms.
Men have a straighter path of psychosexual development than women. While for both sexes the first love is the same, boys continue to love their mother’s sex – women – for the rest of their lives. A girl is expected to cross over. This new attraction to the male means a break with the past, a loss of contact with those early, warm, life-enhancing satisfactions. At the back of everybody’s unconscious is a memory of Eden – mother’s body and breast.
Whatever sexual pleasure women may find with a man, they cannot get this primitive physicality with him. It has been argued that men are not sufficiently tender and nurturing in their lovemaking; but even the most tender of men cannot offer the unique satisfaction found in a woman’s body. Nor should he be expected to give it. When women try to turn the male/female intimacy into a mother/child relationship, they are doomed to disappointment.
Society has always condoned, even smiled upon the ease with which women touch, hug, and kiss. Perhaps this easy permission stems from our knowing that women suffer a certain deprivation in the pairing of the sexes.
The penis can only offer so much, extend so far; it cannot make up for what the breast offers. And so we look at women lying together on summer riverbanks, walking arms entwined, we stare at the countless painted masterpieces of naked women in languid, even suggestive groupings, and we accept what we see.
But there have always been women who want and need more than the occasional embrace from another woman. Judging from my research, there are far more of these women today than ever before in modern history. Their voices began to be heard in the 1970s when women were encouraged to turn to one another for acceptance, self-discovery, for everything, at times even to the exclusion of men. There are many things we left behind in the 1970s and 1980s. As other issues grabbed the headlines, memories of women’s consciousness-raising groups and open physicality seemed to diminish along with the enrollment in NOW. But the women’s voices in this chapter and throughout the book say in their insistence and lack of self-consciousness that women have never stopped the emotional and sexual turning to one another that began twenty years ago.
I am so accustomed to the familiar picture of women embracing that, until this research, I have been blind to what is going on beneath the surface, the heated exchange of desires and needs that many women today feel can only be met by another woman. It goes beyond homosexuality. Men fail women, society fails them, they fail themselves, having created new roles in which they do not feel as womanly as their mothers did in theirs. They feel chilled, cold, unable to give their traditional warmth and unable, still, to find with men the tender, nurturing love they always wanted.
In a song lyric written by Dory Previn, the singer anxiously asks the man she’s just met to stay the night “and save my life.†Does this sound as if sex is really what she wants from him? Has she some apocalyptic orgasm in mind? I don’t think so. The women in this chapter know who can more appropriately “save their livesâ€; they want sex, yes, but they also have a nameless memory of a lost kind of physicality, softness, breasts, smells, a female tone of voice, a way of being tenderly held and touched.
“Women know how to make love to another woman, all the time, not just when it is time to go to bed, time for a climax,†says June. “Men so often miss this important fact although women say to men, ‘I need to be held and snuggled and touched and sucked on without needing a climax every time,’
It is called tenderness, nurturing, caring, loving, sharing.â€
How much revenge on men is built into women’s fantasies of the ultimate sex experience with another woman? Most of these women do not speak of it that way, but the implication is there: “Since a man will not give me what I want, I’ll go to an expert, someone who really knows how to please a woman.â€
Lying in another woman’s arms, a woman gets back at men by usurping their position. She, too, will have a woman. She’ll steal some of this female heat he thought was his. She imagines sex with a woman and does quite well without him. Women have told me of fantasies of sex with a woman for whom a man left them. In these fantasies, the man is made to watch the two of them make love. The two women are not enemies, they are lovers. And he is the one left out. (Nancy Friday, Women On Top)
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Commented on Jul 25, 2012
It is probably a good idea breaking with the Roberts, while things are developing so sweetly between you and with your girlfriend. I think you were right that you were so turned on by Carol’s hot body. Boy you are a sweet talker lol
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Commented on Jul 25, 2012
Good luck !
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