I am feeling alone here , no one wants to talk to me here..
OK. This is a 100% true story. It happened a long time ago, so some things I don't fully remember. But I 100% remember what I describe below.
Obviously, I won't use actual names, but I swear, that even the initials are real.
I was a graduate student at a university. I did research and worked as a teaching assistant doing lectures and labs in Biology, Microbiology, Medical Microbiology, and Genetics, and occasionally some other related classes as a guest speaker. My lectures were packed, as students felt that I was knowledgeable, entertaining and interesting. I also made sure to answer their questions. I was in my mid-20's back then and perhaps they could relate to me too.
One time I had recently broke up with a girlfriend and was just done with a biology lecture. As I was exiting the building, I glanced at a lovely gal leaning up against the hand/guardrail to the exit. She introduced herself, D., and almost immediately, upfront asked me, if I would like to go out with her. I thought it was unusual, but, certainly not a negative thing, so I agreed. She gave me her phone number and I called that week. We ended up being exclusive for about 8 months. To be honest I don't remember who broke up with who, or why, although it might have had to do with what I am about to describe.
D. lived in a 4 bedroom house and all 4 bedrooms were rented out to different female undergraduate students. 2 of the gals went home for the weekend.
D and one other gal, S. stayed for the weekends, so they were closer to each other than the others. Just about every weekend, D & I would go to clubs, or parties and would end up back in her bedroom making whoopie all night long.
S. would usually go to the clubs & parties with us. But, she would come back to the house with us without a partner. S. was gorgeous. A thin petite brunette with green eyes and a beautiful face. Although she was fun with us, she was shy with others. Every time lots of guys would hit on her all night long
and she would reject them for one reason or another, thus ending up alone.
One Saturday early morning, there was a knock on D's, bedroom door. We were sleeping at the time, exhausted from the night's bedroom action.
The knock woke us up. D. said "come in". We were both in the nude under a sheet. In walked S. in her teddy. She proceeded to hop on the bed at the bottom, cross her legs and talk to us. She confided, that she was lonely and frustrated. We just listened to her go on. Although I didn't say anything, as I knew it likely wouldn't be well received, my thought were (well, no wonder. You shoot down every guy who hits on you. Give somebody a chance !).
D. consoled her and said, that she would probably meet the right guy eventually. S. went on to say how disappointed, frustrated and h*rny she has been. It was a longer conversation than that. But, that was the gist of it.
She stated that "once again, I had to have sex with my v***rator last night".
Once the conversation turned s*xual, D. grabbed my p*nis under the sheet and started massaging it and caressing that area. Between her actions and S's 'story' it was having the effect D. obviously wanted. So, after S. made the statement about her v***rator, I said. "Gee, it must be very quiet, as I never hear anything. Bring it here. I want to hear it."
With that, S. got up, went into her bedroom and returned with a white hard plastic v***rator. While she was gone D & I quickly French kisses and caressed each other. S. comes back in the room and hopped back up one the bed.
I tell her, "turn it on. I want to hear it". So, she does..."bzzzzzzz". I say, "that's not too bad. "Do you mind if I borrow it ?" So, S. hands it to me, hops off the bed and exits the bedroom and closes the door. I then proceed to massage D's thighs, and more private regions, while licking her in the appropriate places, until the desired result happens.....twice....
In love stories, younger women are more attractive,but they can be described as trainee lovers.They are open but may lack some culture in them!
Older women on the contrary are hard to come by easily because they take so much into consideration before falling in love ,and they know what it means to love, they are romantique in words only, and are too jealous if they are dating a man younger than them.!
A younger woman just need her man around, but an older woman looks more controlling!
Hello, my name is Muhammad. I am a Muslim. I want to find a mature and beautiful woman from Europe who is ready to marry me. She comes to my country and I marry her, my future jewel. If you are reading this post, I promise you that I will give you all the love, affection and affection that you deserve.
This is Monday’s blog. Do not open it until then. I will not be back until Tuesday, so I’m posting it now.
Of course, it would be wishful thinking to believe that you will not open it. In fact, I was depending on your
inquisitive human nature to open it. Remember Pandora and her confounded box? Those Greek gods knew that she would open it.
But talking about Greek gods, when I was young, my ex-wife (then still my wife) used to say I look like a Greek god. The last time I saw her (about a year ago), she looked at me and said: “My God, you look like a Greek!” I guess if I was Apollo then, I’m Hades now.
But I’m not the only one that has changed. What about my
Roman Italian goddess? If ever I adored a woman, it was Sophia Loren. I think I was in love with her at some stage. She turned 81 last year. I wonder what she looks like now. She always looked 20 years younger than her age.
Everything you see I owe to spaghetti.
Nothing makes a woman more beautiful than the belief that she is beautiful.
Beauty is how you feel inside, and it reflects in your eyes. It is not something physical.
Sophia Loren.Still as beautiful as ever and I'm in love all over.
Or so they say, paraphrased. But being handy as a man, and as a member of the mightier sex, continues to fascinate and to draw, it seems. Women sometimes even specify it on profiles. As many handy males will understand, there's a special brand of anxiety induced whenever we Y chromosome sorts enter a traditionally masculine environment, where interactions formerly involved the technologically more savvy sex, but in today's PC world, we may sometimes have to face a little girlie. Case in point, yesterday, while helping a lady friend replace a low beam drive lamp on her Honda Pilot, the wench at the parts counter got me the wrong part. Sadly, not the only such vexation. A bit into the PITA job, I had to return, this time insisting on help from a member of the smarter gender of the race. And here in blogs, we sometimes read how bemoaned is the emasculation of Western males, vis a' vis the putative hardier brand of mates from down under, mostly drunken knuckle draggers themselves, when the driving force behind the alleged neutering were the females themselves. Quaint, disturbing, disingenuous and rather rich. The AH man Dooser.
why woman are very complicated ?............................................................