Connections, Love, and Forever

I’ve long thought about “soulmates” and I believe one hundred percent that they exist. It is a person that you feel an immediate connection with regardless of where you meet. It is a connection so strong that you are drawn to them in ways that you have never experienced or thought of before. With that connection if allowed to progress and grow, you develop a love so deep, strong and complex that you begin to doubt that you’ve ever loved anyone before that.

That being said, even with that type of mental, emotional and even physical connection, relationships take effort. The best relationships are built upon the little every day things that you do for and with the one you love. It’s holding hands, just because, it’s setting up the coffee for them so they don’t have to in the morning, in all the little gestures that add up over time.

Society has begun teaching us that we need to hide our feelings, to not show “weakness” by telling someone how you feel and more importantly showing them how you feel. I call bullshit on that, the way to keep your relationship alive and your love strong is by telling and showing your partner how much they mean to you at every given opportunity.

If you find your soulmate, Do everything you can to hold them close, both physically and emotionally.

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The First Stop

Going through the things that were packed up for her to take home from her parent’s house Jenia paused when she ran across the old CB radio. Reminiscing for a moment about talking to all the voices over that radio as a young girl and how fun it was, she took the radio to her dining room table to set it up. Turning it on she sent out a message to anyone on that channel, “Come in, Sleazy Weasel on the line, anyone out there? Copy.”, then went about sorting and putting away the rest of the things from her parents house. After about thirty minutes a smooth, deep voice with a delicious southern accent came over the radio, “Hey there Sleazy Weasel this is Big Rooster coming back to ya.” So she began chatting back and forth to him over the next few weeks.
One day Jenia felt a bit daring and told Sam, Big Rooster, that she was going to be around Love’s in Nashville on the way to a family reunion that next Friday. When she got there that day she was admittedly a bit nervous. Standing there she adjusted her black pleated skirt, her red peplum shirt a stark contrast matched her red heels perfectly. She had taken care and left her hair pinned up for the drive but let it down to tumble in long auburn waves down the middle of her back. Suddenly she felt a presence behind her but didn’t turn when she heard a low voice, “My lord, you’re a pretty thing, looking for someone ma’am.” Whirling around after recognizing that voice she saw the most gorgeous man she’d ever laid eyes on, he was tall, brownish/blond hair, the greyest eyes, with muscles and tattoos. Leaning closer she whispered, “I found him.”
Leading him to the back of the building she led him to a storage type closet and pulled him inside. Once the door closed Sam grabbed her by her generous hips and pulled Jenia close to devour her mouth, nibbling on the corners, biting the tender flesh of her bottom lip, plundering her mouth with his tongue. Hands roaming the length of her back he grabbed her ass and lifted her up where she locked her legs around him. Trailing kisses, licks and bites down her neck he pushed her crossover shirt open and began licking her breasts, flicking first one nipple then the other with his tongue before biting each one until they were stiff with desire and soft moans were coming from Jenia’s throat. Her hands running through his hair, over his shoulders, his arms, she could barely focus through the haze of desire.
Reaching in between them Sam undid his pants and freed his swollen cock, sliding his hands up Jenia’s thighs he found no panties, her bare pussy already slick, clit throbbing and swollen. Fitting the tip against her he slid all the way in, flexing her hips Jenia matched every thrust from Sam’s hard cock. Pushing her against the wall Sam began pounding her hard, while she was begging him to do it harder. Jenia felt beginning low in her belly, her whole body tensing up, it crashed over her making her internal muscles tighten around Sam’s cock. With a loud groan he slammed into her one more time as his orgasm started, pulsing deep inside her. Standing like that for a minute Sam kept kissing her soft swollen lips, stroking his tongue along hers as they floated back to reality.
Straightening their clothes up, stealing kisses every chance, they readied themselves to leave the closet. Taking her hand Sam walked Jenia to her car, wrapping her in his arms he leaned in for another slow kiss. Pulling back he said in a growled whisper, “Let me know where the next stop is darlin.”, and walked back to his truck.

Clean loving

I had the water on, hot and steamy, by the time you got into the bathroom I was standing fully nude, nipples hard with anticipation. Your breath caught as you closed the door. I walked to you, to help you take off your clothes, I stood on my tiptoes to kiss your lips, as I undid your shorts and let them fall to the floor, next your shirt came off and landed on the floor next to your shirt, finally your boxers landed on the pile of clothes. I took your hand to lead you to the shower and already you were hard and ready to be loved. Standing together under the hot spray we let the water wash over us, I washed your chest as you washed my hair. Taking the body wash we washed each other, your hands soapy and hot smoothing over my breasts, my hands kneading your back and the tight muscles in your ass. Our lips coming together in a kiss, tongues dancing together, we let the water rinse all the soap from our bodies. Shutting off the shower we wrapped in towels and went to the bed. My towel slipped down while I was walking and you were watching the curve of my hip and the upper swell of my ass as I walked across the room. When I reached the bed, you stopped me there, and turned me to face you, you lifted me up to the edge of the bed and spread my legs to stand in between them. Taking the edges of my towel you pulled it free and exposed me to your gaze. Watching your face, your eyes turned to liquid fire, which made me catch my breath, your arousal was a thing of beauty, wild with passion barely contained. Your hands reached out to caress my breasts which were heavy and flushed with desire. Your fingertips brushed my hardened nipples making me gasp with pleasure, trailing your fingertips down my belly to my slippery folds you found my clit already pulsing and me totally wet and ready for you.Dropping your towel you pulled my legs towards you until I was at the edge of the bed, my feet over your shoulders, you fit yourself at my entrance and slid all the way in, your thumb pressing down on my clit, you plunged in and out of my hot depths. Increasing the pressure on my clit, and moving harder and faster you pushed me over the edge and my orgasm stole over my body and I was chanting your name over and over, at the same time as I felt you pulsing inside me with your release and you groaned with satisfaction.

The Kitchen

I was in the kitchen, cooking supper, we were having creamy garlic pasta and sautéed basil shrimp. The pasta had just been put on to boil and the rest of the ingredients were waiting to be cooked. I had just put on my purple rubber dish gloves to wash the dishes that I had used to prep the food for dinner. As I turned to put the water on you came up behind me and slid your arms around me.

You swept your hand up my shoulder and along the column of my neck, you moved my hair over to the other side and tilted my head exposing my neck. Leaning down you started nibbling and kissing up my neck, biting the tender skin, I gasped with pleasure at the tiny amount of pain it caused.

Tilting my head back you captured my lips with yours and nipped at the corner of my mouth, traced my bottom lip with your tongue then fused our mouths together, tongues sliding along each other, tasting, caressing the inside of each other’s mouths.

Your hands slid down my arms and took each one of my gloved hands and placed them on the counter in front of me. Leaning to my ear, in that low voice that sounds like a sexy growl, say to me, “Don’t move your hands, love.” Your hands slid from my wrists, up my rib cage over my breasts, where you could feel my nipples hardened with desire against your palm. Your hands slip inside of my shirt and under the lace of my bra to caress my breasts and pinch the nipples.

Your hands move down again over my belly now, to caress the side of my hips, pulling me back into you. I can feel you, hard against my bottom. Your hands slide down to the edge of my skirt and slowly pulling it up, baring my skin. Caressing my bare thighs, sliding up to the lacy edge of my thong, you sucked in a breath when you saw they were your favorite purple ones. Hooking your thumbs in each side of the elastic you slide them down my legs just to my knees.

I feel you then, behind me, opening your pants, fitting the tip of your cock against my wet pussy you slide all the way in. You place your hands over mine, twining your fingers with mine, still in the rubber gloves. Setting a slow, deep rhythm, you pull in and out, my back arches to meet every thrust. As we get closer to the edge, the movements become harder and faster, then with one deep thrust my muscles tighten around you, squeezing your cock as it pulses inside me.

We rest for a few moments, with your forehead resting on the top of my head until our breathing returns to normal. I feel as you leave my body, the absence of you and I miss you already, pulling my thong back up and smoothing it over my hips then pulling my skirt back down. You nuzzle my neck, kiss my cheek and whisper in that sexy voice of yours “I love your purple dish gloves!”