<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050373</id><updated>2011-06-07T22:04:16.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Mutually</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemutually.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050373/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemutually.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>HeLoves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741070801665698390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050373.post-116788228367000012</id><published>2007-01-03T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T19:44:43.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He Wants</title><content type='html'>I just want you to know how all-consuming you have been in my thoughts. I'm going insane waiting to see you. I hate the waiting, yet I know it's going to make the reunion that much more intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not wait to kiss your lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not wait to feel your tongue on mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not wait to hold your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not wait to wrap my arms around your body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not wait to undress you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not wait to caress your breasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not wait to suck on your nipples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not wait to slide my tongue into your pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not wait to finger fuck your pussy until you cum all over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not wait for you to wrap your hands around my hard cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not wait for you to slide my cock into your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not wait to slowly push my cock into your pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not wait to make slow, sweet love to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not wait to fuck you like an animal in heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not wait to cum in your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not wait to cum in your pussy as you cum all over my cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not wait to fall asleep next to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not wait to wake you up by licking your pussy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not wait to shower with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not wait to see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050373-116788228367000012?l=lovemutually.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemutually.blogspot.com/feeds/116788228367000012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050373&amp;postID=116788228367000012' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050373/posts/default/116788228367000012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050373/posts/default/116788228367000012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemutually.blogspot.com/2007/01/he-wants.html' title='He Wants'/><author><name>HeLoves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741070801665698390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050373.post-116784236198097808</id><published>2007-01-03T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T08:39:22.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Time Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;The night seemed darker than normal.  I guess not having electricity makes things seem darker ... even in the middle of the night.  A summer storm had come through earlier in the evening and knocked out power.  Now that the rain moved on it was just hot and muggy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;We left the windows open in the bedroom to try to catch some sort of breeze.  There was nothing stirring.  It must have been close to 3am when I was aroused out of my sleep.  Too hot to wear much of anything to bed I simply had on one of your t-shirts.  Long enough to come to just about my knees. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;In that weird place between dreaming and being somewhat awake I feel a kiss.  So soft and I find myself responding to those wonderful lips.  I kiss back and it feels like heaven.  I open my eyes so I can finally look at you ...even though it's dark I can still make out your form.  I can tell that you're up on your arms above me.  I like it when you're above me like this.  Makes me feel so small in comparison to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;You lean down and kiss around my neck.  Even though it's sauna like in the room you send shivers through my body.  You kiss up to my ear and I hear you ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;"I want your ass" you whisper in my ear.  "But first we'll have some fun"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;The aggressive side of you will be showing tonight I do believe.  I wonder what you have in store for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;I feel your weight shift above me as you leave me on the bed momentarily.  I can only see you for a moment as you disappear into the darkness.  You're not gone for long and you settle yourself above me again.  This time you straddle over me ... one leg on either side of me.  You pull me up by the arms pulling your t-shirt off over my head.  You lay me back down on the bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;"We can't have you thrashing about" you say as you tie my hands to the bed post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;You lean back down to me and kiss me.  Kissing me hard as you bite on my bottom lip.  Your fingers trail from my tied hands down my arms.  You follow the trail you are making with light kisses.  On down your fingers go ... down over my breasts where your mouth and tongue play with my nipples.  While you suck on one nipple your fingers pinch and pull on the other.  Your teeth graze over my now very sensitive nipple.  God that feels incredible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;I want to touch you so bad.  I struggle against my restraints fully knowing I will not be able to touch you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Kissing your way down my stomach your hand slowly traces down to my pussy.  I let out a sigh as I anticipate what you'll do to me.  You push a finger inside of me and begin to work your magic.  Moving your finger like your motioning me towards you.  My moans let you know that you're definitely hitting all the right spots.  You add another finger and I begin to move my legs around on the bed.  You lay across me in a way that I can't move but still giving you access to do what you wish to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Two fingers working inside of me ... moving in and out.  God it feels incredible.  You can hear my breathing becoming heavy.  Picking up the pace you begin to fuck me with your fingers.  In and out you go... faster ... deeper and harder.  You know that at any minute I'm going to cum and gush all over your hand.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;You lay on top of me kissing me and letting your fingers do their magic inside of me.  I kiss you back hard pulling on my restraints the whole time.  God I just want to touch you!!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;The sensations you are creating are too much for me and I break our kiss.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Fuck, I'm going to cum" I manage to say breathlessly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;You pick up the pace just a bit and with that I gush all over your hand.  I can hardly stay in one place.  My orgasm just keeps going and going.  I don't think it'll end.  I want you to keep going but at the same time I want to stop for just a minute to regroup. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Not tonight.  You are in complete control.  You are the one who will decide when we're done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Do you want me inside of you?" you ask me.  "Tell me how much you want me to fuck you" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;You position yourself over me ... looking into my eyes.  God I love it when you look at me this way.  I get lost in you.  And I almost feel like you do the same.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;"I need you inside of me.  I need to feel you.  I want you to fuck me ... I want you to fuck me hard.  I'm all yours ... make me scream"  I manage to tell you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hearing the words you need to hear you shove your hard cock inside of me sinking all the way in.  God you feel incredible ... it takes my breath away.  You do not give me much time to get used to you as you start the wonderful in and out motion.  You fuck me hard ... almost violently.  It hurts but it feels so good.  I just want all of you and I want you now.  Harder and deeper you push ... pushing me legs open more so you can get deeper inside of me.  I don't think you've ever fucked me this hard.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;I can feel another orgasm in me starting.  I can tell this one is going to be a big one.  The kind that almost scare me.  You continue looking in my eyes as you fuck me.  I love the way your eyes search me ... how you can't take your eyes off of me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;I wrap my legs around you to pull you into me.  Knowing what I want you push into me harder each time you come down on me.  And then it's there ... I cum over and over ... again and again.  As I my juices cover your cock you stay in me as deep as you possibly can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;As I start to slowly come down you slide out of me.  You put both of my legs over your shoulders as you lean down into me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;My hands tied to the bed ... you laying on top of me this way ... I'm helpless.  And I love it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;I can feel the head of your cock pressing up against my ass.  I know what you're going to do and I want you to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Slowly you push your cock into my ass.  Your cock still slick from my juices ... the head of your cock sliding into me.  I gasp out in pain.  But it feels good.  That fine line of pain and pleasure that makes you want more and more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Tell me if I hurt you.  Use your safe word if you have to" you let me know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;I can't talk ... I want to - but I can't.  So I just nod yes so that you know I heard you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Once the head of your cock is in me you begin pushing in slowly.  You begin an in and out motion that feels good for both of us.  Slowly you begin fucking my ass.  It feels so incredible.  Your hand reaching down to rub my clit.  Oh my god ... what are you doing to me?  You continue to fuck me slowly ...ever so slowly ... picking up the pace so you don't hurt me.  Your hand rubbing my clit.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;The sensations are incredible.  Pain ... intense pleasure.  And there's that wonderful feeling building inside of me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Do you like me inside your ass?  Tell me how much you like being my slut.  Tell me how much you like me fucking your ass."  you demand of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;You stop rubbing my clit and shove three fingers inside of me with no warning.  How can I talk when you are doing this to me?  You keep pushing your cock deeper inside of me.  Your fingers fucking my pussy .. your cock fucking my ass.  There is no way I'll be able to hold out much longer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Tell me!!!" you demand of me again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;"I love how you feel in my ass.  Fuck my ass.  I'm your slut.  I'm all yours.  All for you to do what you wish to do." I say this almost like I'm begging you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;I must have said exactly what you wanted to hear.  You begin to work your fingers in me like you never have before.  All the while you are still inside of my ass.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;I want to scream out my safe word.  But I know you'll never hurt me or take me to a place that I can't handle.  I want to experience all of this with you ... so I let you continue.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Your fingers working magic inside of me ... your cock inside of me making me feel sensations I've never felt before.  I can tell you are reaching your limit.  I know that you'll be coming deep inside of me soon.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;I can't take it anymore.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Please stop I can't ... I can't take it" I'm pleading.  But we both know that I'm not saying the word that we both know means stop.  So you keep doing what you're doing.  Your fingers fucking my pussy hard... your cock working my ass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;And I'm there.  I feel that feeling wash over me.  I scream out your name over and over as my body is being wracked with the most intense orgasm I've ever felt before.  I cum over and over my juices flowing all over your hand.  I'm in that place that I've always been scared to go to.  My orgasm doesn't stop it keeps going.  I feel you shove your cock in my ass as you cum all inside of me.  You cum hard shooting deep inside of my ass.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;My orgasm seems to go on forever.  One of those that keeps building and going.  My body is shaking I'm covered in sweat.  I keep screaming your name.  I want so badly to grab you but my hands are still tied to the bedpost.  I'm pulling on those restraints so hard that I know my wrists will have bruises on them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;I can feel you wrap an arm around me as you begin to loosen the tie that holds my wrists together.  Finally my hands free I grab onto you as tight as I can.  I don't want to let you go.  My body is shaking still as you whisper in my ear how much you love me trying to calm me down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;I can feel the tears spilling out my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Did I hurt you?" you ask &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;"No" I manage to squeak out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;You stroke my cheek .. wiping away the tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Thank you for your trust.  I love you so much" you tell me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;"I love you too"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;God I want to stay wrapped up in your arms forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050373-116784236198097808?l=lovemutually.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemutually.blogspot.com/feeds/116784236198097808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050373&amp;postID=116784236198097808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050373/posts/default/116784236198097808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050373/posts/default/116784236198097808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemutually.blogspot.com/2007/01/night-time-fun.html' title='Night Time Fun'/><author><name>SheLovesHim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818983088843603938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050373.post-116612633750702384</id><published>2006-12-14T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T11:58:57.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad us</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;For the few of you who read us ;) we appreciate it!!!  But we also know we've been major slackers the last three weeks or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will do better ... promise.  Plus we will be seeing each other soon and I'm sure we'll have LOTS of stories to tell from that visit :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sure we can find something before then to get up here for you to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you for being so patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050373-116612633750702384?l=lovemutually.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemutually.blogspot.com/feeds/116612633750702384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050373&amp;postID=116612633750702384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050373/posts/default/116612633750702384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050373/posts/default/116612633750702384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemutually.blogspot.com/2006/12/bad-us.html' title='Bad us'/><author><name>SheLovesHim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818983088843603938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050373.post-116484292989112553</id><published>2006-11-29T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T15:28:49.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Today you drove me to the edge ... and over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I didn't think I could keep going - you kept me going.  When I didn't think I could handle another orgasm - you assured me I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You push me to my limit ... and then over it.  I love that I trust you that much.  I love it even more that you handle that trust with the utmost care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love your dominate side that shows through.  I also love the side of you that takes me in your arms and takes care of me.  A wonderful mix creating an amazing man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you ... thank you for an incredible morning :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050373-116484292989112553?l=lovemutually.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemutually.blogspot.com/feeds/116484292989112553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050373&amp;postID=116484292989112553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050373/posts/default/116484292989112553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050373/posts/default/116484292989112553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemutually.blogspot.com/2006/11/remembering-today.html' title='Remembering today'/><author><name>SheLovesHim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818983088843603938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050373.post-116450833103155330</id><published>2006-11-25T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T18:32:11.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I miss your kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss your smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way you drive me wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you ... plain and simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to love the long holiday weekends.  Now all it does is cut into my time with He.  This has been a completely brutal weekend in that regard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to be with him again.  Soon!!!!  I don't think I've ever missed anyone as much as I've missed He over the last few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurry back He so I can have "that" effect on you ;)  I love it when I do :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050373-116450833103155330?l=lovemutually.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemutually.blogspot.com/feeds/116450833103155330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050373&amp;postID=116450833103155330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050373/posts/default/116450833103155330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050373/posts/default/116450833103155330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemutually.blogspot.com/2006/11/miss-you.html' title='Miss you'/><author><name>SheLovesHim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818983088843603938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050373.post-116339112834269027</id><published>2006-11-12T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T20:12:08.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night</title><content type='html'>Last night was so fucking intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited and waited for Her to come home from work. When I heard her car pull up in the driveway, I went to the front door and pulled it open while standing completely nude behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled when she saw my face...not really noticing she couldn't see my body as she came toward the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, as soon as she cleared the threshold, I closed the door and she saw me standing there, my cock already semi-erect from the excitement I'd been planning for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I placed my hands on her shoulders and ordered her, "Get down on your knees and suck my cock...you're my slut tonight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her grin got even bigger as she dropped everything while I pushed down on her shoulders as she lowered to her knees her lips inches away from my cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love running my fingers through her hair as I placed my hands on the back of her head and pulled her face toward my cock. She quickly opened her mouth and started licking the head of my cock...and then sliding her tongue up and down my shaft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hands started caressing my balls and stroking my shaft as she pulled my cock into her mouth. I love how hot and wet her tongue feels around my cock. It didn't take long for me to start pushing her head back and forth as she bobbed up and down...licking and sucking my cock as if she were a prisoner and this was her final meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started moving her lips down over my shaft a little faster...a little harder...pulling all the way off, I could see the blend of her saliva and my precum in a long strand connecting my cock to her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you want my cum, baby?" I demanded. "Are you going to be my cumslut tonight?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She nodded her head as she looked into my eyes with her mouth wrapped around my cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then pulled her mouth off and pressed my shaft so it pointed toward the ceiling and licked her way up and down the full length and then gave my balls the sloppiest, wettest tongue-bath I'd ever had...it felt so fucking good...all the while she kept stroking my slick, wet cock with her fist and then pulled it back down and clamped her lips around it again...sucking it even deeper into her throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she started getting serious....it took her some time, but every time she went down on my cock, she was able to get it a little bit further into her mouth and down her throat. I couldn't believe the sensation as I felt her tongue slide across the sensitive underside of my shaft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was already feeling the beginnings of the eruption building inside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you ready for my cum? Do you want to feel my hot load in your mouth?" I asked her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her nonverbal response included a long moan as she wrapped her hand around the base of my shaft and started stroking it faster and faster as her mouth started bouncing harder and faster on my cock. She wanted it and she wanted it right then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved having my fingers wrapped in her hair as I held her head to fuck her face even faster...quickly reaching that point of no return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here it comes, Baby...here comes my cum....OH FUCK! YES!!!! YESS!!! SUCK MY COCK SLUT!" I growled as I felt my cum shooting into her waiting mouth...all over her tongue...as she worked to swallow it down with each spurt of cum. "Drink that cum down your throat...mmmm...goddamn yes...that's it...right there....keep sucking my cock."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did just as I asked and kept sliding her tongue all around my cock...squeezing every last drop out of me...I love surprising her like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leaned down and lifted her back up to her feet and kissed her hard on the lips...tasting the remains of my cum mixed with her saliva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go back to the bedroom and take off all your clothes and lay down on the bed...now it's your turn for pleasure...but you'll be tied up for a while. If you want to touch your pussy, now's your only chance...because you're hands won't be touching anything once I get you restrained."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the beginning of a fantastic night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050373-116339112834269027?l=lovemutually.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemutually.blogspot.com/feeds/116339112834269027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050373&amp;postID=116339112834269027' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050373/posts/default/116339112834269027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050373/posts/default/116339112834269027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemutually.blogspot.com/2006/11/last-night.html' title='Last Night'/><author><name>HeLoves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741070801665698390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050373.post-116310984853885418</id><published>2006-11-09T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T14:04:08.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I love it when I'm sound asleep and your call wakes me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it when you whisper in my ear what you want to be doing to me/with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it when you tell me I'm sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it when you tell me that although you love me you also lust for me.  Mix those two together and you get some great chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you can't stop touching me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that you make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that you make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it when you tell me what you're going to do to me the next time we see each other.  You make me turn 50 shades of red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that even though we talk about everything ... experiment with one another ;)  You can still get me to blush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how your hands slide over my body as you explore every inch of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how you feel inside of me and how your kisses fall down on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good ... I love it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050373-116310984853885418?l=lovemutually.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemutually.blogspot.com/feeds/116310984853885418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050373&amp;postID=116310984853885418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050373/posts/default/116310984853885418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050373/posts/default/116310984853885418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemutually.blogspot.com/2006/11/love-it.html' title='Love it'/><author><name>SheLovesHim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818983088843603938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050373.post-116288031426373225</id><published>2006-11-06T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T22:18:34.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Weekend</title><content type='html'>The time used to be when I really looked forward to the weekends. It meant no work and time to just relax a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, though, I find myself missing my work (it's nice to like your job), but more importantly, it severely cuts down on my time to talk with Her. And this weekend was the worst we've experienced so far...I hated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back on track today though...it was a pretty normal conversation about work, life and whatever...until I told her how I wanted to bend her over every available surface in her office and take her from behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She definitely loved the thought of having my hard cock sliding inside her and I, obviously, loved that thought too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are constantly scheming on a way to get together again...it needs to happen soon. I need to hold her in my arms, hold her hands, kiss her lips and make passionate love to her alternated with just a good old fashioned hard fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love catching her off guard with random comments about the things I want to do to her. Sometimes I'll call her at her office and when she answers, I'll say something like, "May I speak to the woman whose pussy I want to lick as I shove my fingers inside her?" It totally catches her off guard and I know makes her turn several shades of red in front of her coworkers. I love getting to her like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Her plain and simple...our passion seems to continue to grow every day...just as our love does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050373-116288031426373225?l=lovemutually.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemutually.blogspot.com/feeds/116288031426373225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050373&amp;postID=116288031426373225' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050373/posts/default/116288031426373225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050373/posts/default/116288031426373225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemutually.blogspot.com/2006/11/long-weekend.html' title='Long Weekend'/><author><name>HeLoves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741070801665698390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050373.post-116287313409439273</id><published>2006-11-06T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T20:57:34.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I love He</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How can you not love him when you're told things like this on a daily basis....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love you more and more every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I think you look fantastic!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love you so much baby. I miss you, I miss you, I MISS YOU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I loved talking to you this morning, but missed talking to you this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You're too sweet to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love you ... intensely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:larger;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hello Beautiful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When you're told things like this on a daily basis how can you not fall in love??  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Love you sweetie!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050373-116287313409439273?l=lovemutually.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemutually.blogspot.com/feeds/116287313409439273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050373&amp;postID=116287313409439273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050373/posts/default/116287313409439273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050373/posts/default/116287313409439273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemutually.blogspot.com/2006/11/why-i-love-he.html' title='Why I love He'/><author><name>SheLovesHim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818983088843603938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050373.post-116276441586547628</id><published>2006-11-05T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T14:06:55.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About He</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;My turn to post about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I'm the luckiest woman in that I've found my other half.  Not many people can say that.  It's true we are best friends ... I tell him everything.  I share everything with him I just can't imagine it being any other way.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Yes, we have a few things working against us.  One ... obvious we are both married (and not to each other).  Before we even met one another (as friends) ... our marriages were done.  They were done in terms of emotional connection, intimacy issues and romantic love for the spouses.  Mine has been this way for 5+ years.  I dare say that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;He's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; has been that way longer.  The geographical distance is another issue.  We aren't on other coast lines (thank god!).  Just a nice long drive away from one another (if we chose to drive).  But we tend to fly when we see each other so it's a very short flight.  We do try to see each other as much as possible ... and right now we are working on seeing each other again.  I guess you can say that we are ALWAYS working on seeing each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;We will be together one day soon.  He's worth the wait.  He tells me the same thing.  I'm his and he is mine ... but we are working towards the day when that becomes a day to day reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;To be clear ... I'm the one who found him ;)   I like reminding him of that from time to time.  There was an immediate click there.  The first time we had a conversation with one another I think it lasted about two hours.  One of those times when you look at the clock thinking you've only been talking a few minutes.  We flirted ... a lot.  He's good at it ;)  Honestly, we're not really sure which one of us crossed that line.  I think it was a mutual decision but honestly we're still trying to figure out when it occurred.  But as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; says ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"But when we did cross the line…WOW did we cross it. And, I'll take the chance of speaking for both of us and say that we couldn't be happier as a result."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;... He is so right on.  I could not be happier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I'm just going to agree with everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; said about the sex.  Easily the best sex I've ever had.  I love how he pushes me ... how he's so aggressive and yet can be so loving and gentle.  I feel so safe when he wraps his arms around me and holds me until I calm down.  He can wrap his arms all the way around my body and I feel so small in comparison to him.  I like that he feels larger than life.  I wouldn't have it any other way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;He has managed to make my life at home easier to deal with (although it's never THAT easy).  He makes me happy ... I swear I've never laughed so much or smiled so much since I've known this man.  He tells me daily how beautiful I am ... or how sexy I am.  Something I'm not used to hearing ... but he's making it easier for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Our story is just beginning.  But I am happy to share it with readers who come across and read our blog.  And to quote &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"We recognize and accept that there will be more than a few people who disagree with our choice to be friends and lovers…for those of you that fit that description, please keep your opinions to yourselves. The focus here is on our relationship TOGETHER."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I couldn't have said it better myself!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050373-116276441586547628?l=lovemutually.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemutually.blogspot.com/feeds/116276441586547628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050373&amp;postID=116276441586547628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050373/posts/default/116276441586547628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050373/posts/default/116276441586547628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemutually.blogspot.com/2006/11/about-he.html' title='About He'/><author><name>SheLovesHim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818983088843603938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050373.post-116274332257499140</id><published>2006-11-05T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T08:15:22.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Mutually</title><content type='html'>OK…we’re new to this, but here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m He…that sexy woman over there…that’s Her. (We both know it’s not proper grammar, but our first choices weren’t available…so deal.)    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Speaking of first choices…neither Her’s nor my first choices in the marriage department were all that great. We both know that, but for a variety of reasons, we are both still embedded in our respective first marriage. The thing is, neither one of us really loves our spouse anymore. We care for them as the parents of our children, but the passion has been gone for years…despite our best efforts.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thankfully, Her and I have been fortunate enough to find each other…and we are madly in love. This blog, &lt;i style=""&gt;Love Mutually&lt;/i&gt;, gives us both the opportunity to share our love story with the rest of the blogging world.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As is the case with most online relationships, the geographic distance between us is the thorn in our side. While we’ve been fortunate to be together in real life, that time together in the physical world is never enough. We are constantly trying to figure out ways to be together.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But when we can’t be together…we talk on the phone daily…usually more than once. And on those rare occasions that we can’t talk to each other, we make the time to at least e-mail and hopefully IM. What I do know is I hate those days when we can’t talk. I miss Her so much.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In terms of how we became He and Her…we actually started out as friends. Sure, we flirted, but we were both hesitant to cross the line. But when we did cross the line…WOW did we cross it. And, I’ll take the chance of speaking for both of us and say that we couldn’t be happier as a result. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And, OH MY GOD (to quote Chandler Bing), do we cross that line very, very well (if I do say so myself). Not only are we best friends, but the sex is incredible…quite easily the best I’ve ever had. And that goes for all kinds of sex…real sex, cyber sex and phone sex (am I missing anything?)…it’s all absolutely fantastic. I love driving her wild and pushing her to her sexual limits…and when she truly has reached that limit and is trembling from the sensation…I can’t take her into my arms quickly enough…wrap her up tight and tell her how much I love her.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is only the beginning of our story. I look forward to sharing our journey with you. We expect it to be a long (and sometimes trying) journey to be together…but we both agree that the other is worth the wait.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;And, just to be perfectly clear, we start this blog giving all readers the benefit of the doubt when it comes to comments. We recognize and accept that there will be more than a few people who disagree with our choice to be friends and lovers…for those of you that fit that description, please keep your opinions to yourselves. The focus here is on our relationship TOGETHER.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050373-116274332257499140?l=lovemutually.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemutually.blogspot.com/feeds/116274332257499140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050373&amp;postID=116274332257499140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050373/posts/default/116274332257499140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050373/posts/default/116274332257499140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemutually.blogspot.com/2006/11/love-mutually.html' title='Love Mutually'/><author><name>HeLoves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741070801665698390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
