Feeling as if life is passing me by and that I am slowly dying inside day by day. A young looking 50 year-old lady with a great smile, sexy voice, green eyes with a twinkle in them when happy and a great sense of humor with desire and passion for a partner in life that will fulfill my every need. A marriage that is so empty. A great friendship would best describe that union, yet, nothing else to be said for it. No touching, kissing, holding or sharing of dreams and desires. Longing to give my man the special attention he so deserves.

In my travels on the internet, I am becoming more in need of something other than writing of desires and needs. A longing to have a man hold me close, to see in his eyes the desire and need for my body and soul. A simple touch that would ignite my mind and body. A longing to be caressed and made love to.

To walk along, holding hands and laughing and enjoying all the pleasures the beauty of these mountains and nature that Colorado has to offer. Nights to be shared, touching and letting my hands remember the feel of a man whose skin comes to life under the touch of these long and slender fingers. My lips and tongue desiring to touch him all over and my eyes following every move of my fingers. So in tune with him that no words are necessary. To watch his eyes, slowly closing at the pleasure of my touch. To whisper in my low and sexy voice, what he does to me. How his smile in his eyes can make me lose all the stress of the day. How when he touches me, I become wet with desire.

Oh to lie side by side, every inch of my body feeling his skin up next to me. My back snuggled up close to his front. Feeling his marvelous cock as it begins to come to life against the skin of my butt. Knowing how that silky head of his cock will feel pushing against me. Wanting to love his alive tool. To lovingly run my tongue all around the head and lick the crevice at the top. To taste his sweet juices and feel the silkiness buried in my mouth.

To have him enter me slowly, prolonging the pleasure of the feelings as my pussy wraps around him tightly. To let my hands run over his buttocks and pull him deeper inside of me. To feel him start to move inside of me and slowly pull out and then back in. To feel my fingers digging into his back as pleasure stops my active mind and the moans start deep in my throat. To know that because he gives me pleasure, he is receiving it, as well. To feel my hips and my ass start to meet his every thrust. Oh how I long to be filled up with his very being.

To have him enter me from behind, his hands grabbing my hips as he thrusts deep inside of me. To feel his touch on my skin is the greatest delight and turn-on I could ever receive. To feel the tension build up inside of my pussy as I am ready to have a wonderful orgasm. To bury my fingers in the bedding and grasp it tightly as he thrusts over and over inside of me. To scream out in pleasure as I feel the wetness we create by cumming together.

To know that once we have cum, we will lie together and continue the touching and kissing, our legs wrapped together. To slip my tongue deep into his mouth. To caress his tongue with mine. To taste the inside of his mouth and to have soft lips meet soft lips. I could drink his tastes for days on end.

I want to share this love and passion and need for intimacy. I must, before I wake up one day not wanting to rise with the joy of life, having nothing to look forward to but the knowledge that I let myself die inside. I need to be free to explore the possibilities. To once again be able to feel the joy of romance and a life shared. No need to be married, just wanting a companion and partner that share the same desires as I do. To be able to move on should his desires not match mine. Will I ever be able to live my dreams? I better because I am dying day by day.