I’m not getting interest in my ad on the internet. Well, that’s not completely true . . . Apparently I have 10 emails waiting for me on one of the sites I placed an ad on, but I can’t get into those emails until I pay a fee. A $29/month fee. So I haven’t checked my mail on there yet. :rolleyes:
The other site I put an ad on is getting a few responses in the dating and the relationship section…from men that are 10 years older than me, and I just can’t bring myself to be interested in them. I know the reason for this is sex. I had a lover a while ago that was 10 years older than me, and while he was adventurous and open and affectionate. He wasn’t energetic enough. I know sex and stamina aren’t everything in a relationship, but to me…it’s a huge part of one.
Thoughts like these make me wonder what it is I’m really searching for. Sex…or love?
Being the greedy girl that I am I would love to have both…to have it ALL. But what if I have to choose? Which one is more important to me at this point in my life?
I admit it…I’m leaning towards sex. I found
Todays GYPSY HEART excerpt.
Pssst, Sarah. This wasn’t the shower scene I was referring to before…but I will post THAT excerpt later this week. ;)
Sable pushed open the door to her tiny apartment and dragged herself inside. God, what a night!
Jake and Gage had played pool until the bar was cleaned up and everyone else had gone home, including Katie. They were still playing when Sable had gone into the back office to lock up the money and shut down the computers.
She’d taken a few minutes to fluff her hair and check her make-up before going back out to join them, only to find Gage gone, and Jake alone.
She knew he could see her disappointment but he didn’t say anything, and she refused to ask. They were silent while she locked the doors. With a final goodnight, she’d climbed on her mountain bike and used the ten-block ride home to burn off her excess energy.
Dropping her satchel in the entryway, she went straight to the bathroom and pushed aside the shower curtain. With a quick twist on each handle, the water pummeled the empty tub. Steam filled the small room while she shed her work clothes, stepped under the spray and let out a low moan of satisfaction as the hot water hit her between the shoulder blades.
Eyes closed, she tilted her head back and let the water flatten her curls to her head before streaming down her body. The shower filled with the smell of the stale smoke releasing from her hair. Without opening her eyes, she reached for the shampoo and lathered up. Soon the air was fresh and fruity and she let her mind wander as she went about her routine.
Gage consumed her thoughts and tendrils of anger heated her blood. She shouldn’t care that some sexy stranger didn’t have the decency to say goodnight. Shoving her head under the spray, she rinsed away the shampoo before filling her palms with conditioner and covering her hair in the creamy lotion. She left it in to soak and ran a sudsy sponge over her body.
Languorous pleasure edged past the anger and her nipples hardened. The same way they had when Gage had walked into the pub. Her body seemed to wake up around him, as if it recognized him. Never before had a man affected her so strongly, so immediately.
Never before had a man walked away from her after she’d offered up an invitation, no matter how subtle.
She turned in the shower so the brusque jets of water landed directly on her chest. She ran her hands over her breast and groaned at the feelings quickening her pulse. While she didn’t believe in casual sex, she did believe in casual relationships based on sex. And it had been far too long since she’d enjoyed one.
The arousal flowing through her at the thought of getting naked with Gage made her wonder how his hands would feel skimming over her skin. Would he be rough? Or gentle? Would he be firm and passionate, or slow and sensuous?
Imagining it was his hands cupping her breasts she tweaked her nipples and let her eyes slide closed. She leaned against the tile wall and slipped her other hand between her thighs. Teasing herself, she slid a finger over lips plump with arousal and felt the thick wetness there. Her fingertip brushed against her hard button and her breath caught.
Knees weakening, she focused on that sensitive nub of flesh. Flicking her finger back and forth, she forgot about the way the night had ended and concentrated on the pleasure gathering low in her belly.
The image of him bent over the pool table flashed through her mind, morphing into one of him bent over her, splayed out on the pool table. His dark eyes gleaming with wicked delight as he watched her please herself. The thought of doing it for him, of him watching her, pushed her over the edge. She pressed the palm of her hand against her core and rocked her body until her orgasm faded.
Hands hanging limply by her sides, she remembered her subtlety earlier that night, and made a promise it wouldn’t happen again. She was twenty-nine year old woman who went after what she wanted in life. And right now, she wanted Gage.









In my everyday life I do get a bit of interest from the opposite sex, but it’s never from the guys that I’m interested in or attracted to. I hope the internet thing works out better. 

















