As I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, I couldn’t help but to think about how pathetic my life had turned out. Nineteen years old, a sophomore in college, and still a virgin; I masturbated, of course, but I had never even kissed anyone. It wasn’t that I couldn’t find someone to have sex with, I was gorgeous, long light brown hair with blonde highlights and long bangs that I always wore brushed to the side, 5’7, 120 pounds, full, luscious lips, and 36DD’s, but the thing that really made people notice me were my eyes, I had these piercing, hazel eyes, everyone I came across whether it be a perfect stranger or an old friend said that I had the most beautiful eyes they had ever seen.
My father was a Baptist minister, and up until the time I graduated high school and moved away to attend Duke University, I had lived a very sheltered life. My father would have died and rolled over in his grave had he known that his innocent, little girl hid sex toys in her bedside table or even worse that she was looking for just the right person to give her precious flower.
And was I ever ready to give it away. I didn’t just want to give it to anybody; I wanted it to be special. I also wanted to be safe, that’s why I had already gone to the doctor to get birth control so I would be prepared when Mr. Right finally came along. I had goals, I wanted to be a surgeon, and while I wanted kids one day, I didn’t want anything to get in the way of my dreams.
I looked over at the clock. “4 am and I’m still not asleep”, I thought.
I looked around the room trying desperately to fall asleep, when I saw the stuffed tiger sitting in my chair, and my thoughts switched to him. Johnny had won that tiger for me on our date the night before, we had gone to the carnival, and I remembered how badly I had wanted him to lean over and kiss me while we were riding the Ferris wheel, and then again when he dropped me back off at my dorm room, but instead he put his arm around me, or held my hand, or kissed me on the cheek.
Johnny was gorgeous. He looked like he had jumped straight off the pages of an Abercrombie and Fitch catalog. He had medium-length, dark, brown hair, and chocolate, brown eyes. He had a 6’3 muscular frame and knew exactly the right clothes to wear. He had a beautiful singing voice and played the guitar, he was the lead singer of a rock band that played in a local club on Friday and Saturday nights. He was the sweetest guy I had ever met and I felt as if though I could talk to him about anything. He wanted to be a surgeon as well, and we had met in our anatomy class at the beginning of that year. He walked through the door and our eyes met, it was the closest thing to love at first sight that I have ever experienced. He sat down beside me and we introduced ourselves.
“Hi, my name is Johnny Dean.”
“Nice to meet you Johnny, my name is Lily Thomas.”
We soon realized that we had every class together, and from that point on we were inseparable. He completely respected that I was a virgin, we had been going out for months and he hadn’t even tried to kiss me. We would go out every night, and I always went to watch his band play on Friday and Saturday nights. I knew that I was falling in love and falling hard.
I was ready for him to kiss me; I knew that he was the one that I would give my virginity. As I lay there thinking of what it would be like to kiss him, I began to get that all too familiar feeling of warmth and wetness between my thighs. I slipped my hands under my tank top and began to massage my breasts. I put my finger in my mouth to get it wet and then began to rub my nipples until they were nice and hard. By this time I had a river of juices flowing down my thighs, so I slipped my hand under my pajama pants and thong and began to rub my lips. It felt so good. I slowly eased my finger up and down my slit until I just couldn’t take it anymore. I started to flick my clit and then I stated to rub it in a circular motion, my movement became harder and faster, and my breathing became more and more ragged. I had to work hard at suppressing my moans so I didn’t wake my roommate. I rubbed my clit as I neared my climax; my legs began to shake as an earth-shattering orgasm pulsated through my body. I scooped my cum up with two fingers and brought them to my lips to lick it off; I loved the way I tasted.
Satisfied, I fell asleep, only to wake up an hour later. I got up showered and shaved my legs. I went to the mirror and dried my hair and did my makeup. I pulled my hair back in a loose pony tail, and decided on wearing my colorful, paisley head scarf. I then went to my closet and put on my lacy white bra and matching thong, and went to work selecting the perfect outfit; I decided on a white vintage t-shirt and a grey skirt, a funky long necklace, and flip flops. I admired myself in the mirror one last time before grabbing my backpack and purse and heading to class.
As I was walking out the door, I saw that my roommate was still asleep and decided that I should wake her.
“Lacey, wake up it’s already 7:30.”
“Oh Shit.”
Lacey jumped out of bed, threw her hair up in a messy bun, slipped on some flip flops, and grabbed her books.
“Aren’t you going to change clothes?” I asked.
Lacey was still wearing her blue plaid pajama pants and blue racer back tank top.
“Who the hell has time to change, class starts at 8?”
“Well, aren’t you even going to put on a bra?”
“No, my shirt has a bra built in.”
It wasn’t as if Lacey really needed bra anyway, she had a very flat chest. We walked to class where I found Johnny already there waiting for me in our usual seats. He stood up when he saw me enter the room and once I had put my backpack down he gave me a hug. God I loved the way hugging him felt, and he smelled so good. I could have hugged him forever, but unfortunately our professor walked in and proceeded to teach the class.
When class was over, Johnny and I began to walk towards our next class.
“Lily, I wanted to talk to you about something.”
“Okay.”
“Since we have Fall break Monday and Tuesday, I am going home to my parents lake house, and I know you won’t be able to go home since your parents live all the way in Alabama, and I can’t stand the thoughts of you being here all alone, and so I was wondering, do you want to go to the lake house with me?”
“Yeah, that sounds like fun.”
“Cool, so I’m going to leave tomorrow after our last class, and it’s about an hour and a half drive, and we’ll come back sometime Tuesday.”
“That sounds good to me.”
I could hardly wait to get back to my dorm room and pack. A whole weekend alone with Johnny, it would be like a dream come true.
The next day, Johnny and I went to all our classes and then got in his grey, Range Rover, and began our hour and a half journey to his parent’s house on the lake. I could tell that Johnny was up to something, he just had that mischievous look in his eye.
When we arrived at the house I was surprised to see that no one else was there.
“Johnny, where is your family?”
“Oh, I forgot to tell you, Dad got called away on business at the last minute, so they aren’t going to be able to make it. Is that okay? If you feel uncomfortable we can go back.”
“No, it’s fine.”
Johnny led me up to the master bedroom and told me to take a shower and to get dressed up and to meet him at the boat dock at 8 pm. I was anxious with the anticipation of what was to come. I showered, and then did my hair; I wore it down and slightly curled. I did my makeup to perfection, and chose to wear a lacy black strapless bra and matching thong. I put on a sexy black dress that hugged my curves in all the right places and really showed off my ample, bosom. I looked at the clock, it was 10 ‘til 8, so I slipped on my black heels and started walking towards the boat dock. Johnny was waiting on me, he wore a white dress shirt untucked, and black dress trousers. He hugged me and kissed me on the cheek.
“Lily, you look absolutely beautiful.”
“Thanks, you don’t look so bad yourself.”
He led me to the end of the dock where a large pontoon boat with a roof was tied. He helped me into the boat that was filled with lit candles, and rose petals strewn across the floor. In the corner, I saw his guitar, and a bottle of wine. He started the boat and began to steer it toward our destination.
“Do you want to try driving?”
“Sure”
He wrapped his arms around me and helped me steer the boat, stopping ever so often to squeeze me tighter or to kiss my cheek. I was in absolute heaven. We reached our destination and the sheer beauty of this place took my breath away. It was a little hidden cove, with a small water fall, and a beautiful, large weeping willow tree on the bank. I walked over to the side to take in the beauty of our surroundings, as he turned off the motor and dropped the anchor. When he had finished with that, he walked over and wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tight.
“You know, it’s such a beautiful night, do you want me to put the roof down?”
“Sure.”
“Okay, go sit down over there and wait for me.”
I went and sat down, while Johnny flipped the switch to make the roof lay down, when he finished, he came over and poured us both a glass of wine. He finished his glass of wine, and then picked up his guitar and began to sing a beautiful song that he had written for me. At the end of the song I was in tears and had mascara and eyeliner running down my face. He leaned over and wiped the tears from my eyes, and began to slowly inch his way closer to my face. Our lips were almost touching, and I was breathing his breath.
“Lily, I’m in love with you.”
“I love you too, Johnny.”
And with that he leaned the rest of the way in and I got the kiss I had wanted so desperately for so long. His kiss took my breath away, I saw fireworks, felt butterflies in my stomach, and all those other things that people always say that you feel when you kiss the person you love.
He parted his lips and pressed his tongue against my lips requesting permission to enter, and I of course parted my lips to permit him entry. He was now, laying on top of me, our tongues dancing together, fire and wetness burning between my thighs. All of the sudden, he stopped kissing me and looked deep into my eyes.
“Lily, if you aren’t ready for this, we can stop, I love you and I don’t want to push you to do anything you aren’t ready to do, I’ve waited this long, and I can wait longer.”
When he said that, it just sealed the deal for me, I didn’t even answer him, I just pulled his head back to my lips and continued to kiss him. He pulled the straps to my dress down and began to kiss my neck and shoulders. He began to kiss the tops of my bulging breasts, as he unhooked my bra in the back. Once he had freed my breasts he began to massage them and suck on my nipples. My juices were flowing down my thighs; I was so ready to take all of him inside me.
He pulled my dress the rest of the way off and began to kiss down my stomach, stopping to circle his tongue around my navel. He moved down and began to kiss my feet, and up my legs, licking my inner thighs. He removed my black thong and threw it to the side, and planted a kiss on my juicy, shaven pussy. He licked up and down the outer lips, and then slipped his tongue up and down my wet slit, stopping only for a second to tease my swollen, aching clit. Sensing that I couldn’t wait anymore, he dove into my pussy, sucking on my clit, and sticking one finger into my throbbing, wet hole, and then two. By this time I was bucking wilding against his face and fingers, moaning loudly and screaming his name, until finally I had the strongest orgasm I had ever had in my life. He licked up all my cum, and I pulled him back up to me so I could kiss him and taste myself on his lips.
Now it was my turn, I pushed him back and sat on top of him and began to unbutton his shirt. I began to kiss and nibble on his neck, and kiss down his chest. I got to his pants and unbuckled his belt, and took off his pants. I began to kiss just above his boxers, and I could tell that I was driving him crazy. I removed his boxers to find his already rock hard cock. I leaned down and kissed it on the head; I licked up and down the shaft a few times, and then took all of him in my mouth.
“Oh Lily, please let me fuck you now.”
I stopped sucking his cock, laid back, and spread my legs wide for him. I wasn’t afraid of the pain; I had broken my hymen ages ago with a dildo. I could feel his dick head at the opening of my pussy.
“I’ll go slow and easy, I promise.”
He began to enter his dick into my tight pussy.
“Holy fuck, you’re tight!”
“Duh…I’m a virgin.”
He finally got all of his dick into my pussy and began to push it in and out slowly. Gradually he began to pick up speed, until I wrapped my legs around him and screamed for him fuck me harder and faster. He was fucking me hard and fast and screaming my name, we were both on the edge of climax.
“Oh fuck, Lily, fuck I love you so fucking much.”
My pussy walls began to tighten as a second powerful orgasm ripped through my body, causing Johnny to come as well. He fell on top of me kissing me and holding me close.
“I love you, Lily.”
“I love you too, Johnny, and I am so glad that I waited for you.”
We covered up with a blanket and fell asleep in each others arms under the stars, knowing that this was just the beginning of what would be our long and happy life together.
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NEW YORK (Reuters) - “Long walks on the beach, a passion for music and movies” just isn’t going to cut it anymore in the rough and tumble world of online dating.Struggling at finding love on the Web? Start by blaming your online dating profile, which may contain out-of-date photos, bland descriptions, or one too many white lies. Correcting these common mistakes should go a long way toward avoiding another Valentine’s Day alone.”Look around; you tell me — how good are profiles these days,” said Evan Marc Katz, dating expert and author of “I Can’t Believe I’m Buying This Book: A Commonsense Guide to Successful Internet Dating.” Katz has written some 500 profiles for clients on his online profile writing service, E-Cyrano.”People, after years of doing this, they’ve gotten the message that they’ve got to do better,” he said. “But most people don’t know what that means.”Just ask Mark Sweeney how the wrong profile can doom dating. Sweeney, 49, a gay retired mental help aid in upstate New York who bought his first computer last year on friends’ recommendations, had been out of the dating scene for seven years.When he first put up his dating profile, he suffered through a number of bad experiences and mismatches. “People were just looking to regularly exchange with as many people as they can,” he said. “They were just perverts.”Sweeney later joined Match.com, which helped him polish his image. “They can help put into words if you’re not a good writer.”He said his new and improved profile helped him land a date 3-1/2 months ago with Joe, who lived 30 minutes away. They’re heading to Bermuda on a cruise soon. Still, Sweeney admits, he initially worried that he wouldn’t find anyone online. “It was kind of depressing at first,” he said. LOOKING FOR LOVE?If you’re alone, you’re in good company. Some 82 million adults were unmarried in the United States in 2000, or about 40 percent of the population, according to the U.S. Census bureau. The unmarried adult population is projected to reach 106 million by 2010.”There’s a lot of people looking for love; they don’t know what they don’t know,” Katz said.Avoid being one of them by starting out with a few tips. The profile sprucing begins with the very first line — your user name.
Make it pop, advises Gail Laguna, spokeswoman for Spark Networks, owner of sites including JDate.com, ChristianMingle.com and BlackSingles.com.Forego generic abbreviations of your name such as JSmith101. Laguna suggested something more expressive, like Live2Laugh or WhiteWaterWarrior.Experts also suggest that you try to be more specific in your profile. Anyone can say they love candle-lit dinners and sunsets, said Janet Siroto, the editorial director of Match.com, a division of IAC/InterActiveCorp <IACI.O>.”Try to replace them with things that are more specific or unique to you,” she said. “If you’re a great vegetable gardener, not everyone can say that. You like bluegrass music on weekends, share that.”Another pet peeve among experts: Don’t bother telling prospective companions how gorgeous or fit you are. Show them with photos, which leads to the next point.Lose the seventies get-up. If your main photo makes you look like an extra on the film “Boogie Nights” or was shot more than 12 months ago, it’s too old.Old photos, in fact, are the No. 1 shortcoming of profiles. “Photos that are old or if you’re wearing an outfit you had in the 1970s, the one where you’re on the dance floor. That’s probably the biggest complaint,” Laguna said.Another piece of advice is to drop the bad vibes. Most people know exactly what they are not seeking, but pointing that out repels potential dates.Instead of saying certain types need not apply — an alcoholic who can’t pay his bills, say, or old men under five-feet — tell people what you are looking for, Katz said.”Your job is not to stop the wrong people from writing to you but attracting the right people.”Most of all, be honest. “The reason that people are on there … is they want to meet in person. So why waste your time not being honest?” said Thomas Enraght-Moony, chief executive of Match.com.However, on dating sites, especially those courting users seeking longer term relationships, it doesn’t help to bare it all.Sweeney said: “I would tell people to go to a legitimate site like Match.com where they don’t allow naked pictures, where you can get help with your profile.”By Kenneth Li
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One single feels “used up” at 56. Another fiftyish single is ready to have kids.Can you guess which one’s the man, and which one’s the woman? When we asked single adult readers to tell us about trying to find someone special in Knoxville, all the respondents had this in common: middle-age.But their adult dating experiences weren’t so much different than high school. A lot of awkward hook-ups, mistaken intentions, bad choices, bland encounters, and vows to never do it again … until next time.Most had been married. Only one is currently in a relationship. They had searched for mates online, at church, at work, in clubs and bars, through friends, in grocery story aisles. The usual.Their dating frustrations divided pretty evenly along the gender line. The women said men only wanted sex. The men complained women only wanted in their wallets. Some on both sides complained men/women were too shallow to see past exteriors and value a person for who he/she is on the inside.Again, the usual.A dating life can begin again at 50. Or 40. Or 85. There’s no magic guide for how to go about it. But, like the guy who grabbed the electric fence, our folks, none of whom wished to be identified with his or her surname, can tell you what to expect.Jean, 56, ended a 31-year marriage and has been single for four years. She’s looking for a 50/50 relationship.“I’ll cook, you clean. You mow, and I’ll trim. Or you trim, and I’ll mow.”Her ex-husband is an alcoholic. Her first serious relationship after the divorce was with a old high school acquaintance. He promised he didn’t drink. He lied.Jean tried an online dating service. One guy wanted her to come meet him in New York City.
To have sex. No thanks.
She couldn’t find any singles at her church. The men at the clubs were too young. She looked up an old friend, 60 and never married. “He really wanted to have two 20-year-olds,” Jean says.Jean is frustrated. She has lots of friends. Has her own money, thank you. But she’s tired of going home to her cat. She thinks her weight is a problem for men - she’s dropped 20 pounds, from 200 to 180. But she’s says her face is pretty and wrinkle-free.At first, Jean says she has no advice for singles. “If I had any good advice, I’d use it.”“I know one thing,” she concludes. And then offers a good bit of advice for women who haven’t dated since female aggression stopped being a sin.Jean’s dating advice: “This is 2008. If he doesn’t call a second time, I’m going to call him. Because maybe he’s shy. And maybe he didn’t think I was interested. So I won’t sit by the phone and wait for it.”Tim has been single for 13 years. He’s willing to talk about anything but his age. After a long dance around the subject, he admits to being 50. On the nose? Well, OK, 50-ish.“I look 45,” he says. He describes himself as trim and athletic. “So why should I tell my age? If I have a romantic evening, I will tell my age. But not until then.”Tim is the bane of single women his own age. He wants someone younger. Someone who is ready to be a mother. His six-year marriage was childless. Tim, too, hears the ticking of a biological clock. He wants a baby.“Having a child to carry on a name … weighs pretty heavy on a guy,” Tim says.He has had a few serious relationships since his marriage ended, all with women close to his own age. They all ended because the women either couldn’t have children or weren’t interested in having them.
So Tim says he is looking for a woman in her 30s or early 40s who wants to start a family.The problem there, he believes, is that guys in their 50s who attract younger women usually do it with cash.
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