Hello? Anyone there?

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Wonder if anyone ever reads this blog anymore. If so, please let me know. Because I want to keep posting but not to the void, lol!

Xoxo
Lolita V.




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I am so CAUGHT up!

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REMEMBER USHER'S SONG? The one we all rocked to and sang our hearts out to on the highway- even though everyone was looking at us like we were crazy but we didn't care because the lyrics rang so true? (Well at least I did). Since I first announced my divorce and left D., my life has taken turns that still leave me breathless, speechless and wondering when I'll stop threading water and feel solid ground under my feet and heart.

D. was very surprised the day I left with the kids for my parents. And because he loved me still and wanted me back, we talked and saw each other. At first, I didn't want to see or talk to him. But he persevered and as the anger and hurt I felt started wearing off, we poured our hearts out and decided to give it a second chance- not for our kids, not for our families or what the world would say/think (at least on my end). I knew it was too early but because I had so much faith in us, love him still and wanted more of our goodbye fuck (I know, goodbye fucks mess up everything,lol!), I returned home four days after I left him, our home and business.

We couldn't get our hands off of each other, fucking like we just met, gazing into each other's eyes and showering together. He insisted I sleep on him and held me until the sun rose (still does). Everything felt new again, like we just met, like we were on our honeymoon. The world was happy to see us back together and I was right where I fell in love again. 3 days later, after a fight that left me 110% hopeless when it came to our relationship, I left for my parents' house AGAIN! This time for good!

Or so I thought!

Yes, I came back. Our marriage is not perfect, but I am caught up in the love, the hate, the lust, the pain, the happiness, the children, the business and everything we've built and torn and rebuilt- regardless of how imperfect it is, I am caught in this life and I wish I wasn't but I am glad I am. I am glad this is my life, with the good, the bad, the ugly, the orgasms and realities that at the end of the day, I go home to a decent man who makes me cum like it's the last time we'll fuck and holds me tight until the sun rises the rest is just another day to get through- another day, I am thankful to see and feel.

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SO THIS NOTE IS JUST TO LET EVERYONE KNOW THAT I AM RETURNING TO BLOGGING IN 2 DAYS. I MISSED SHARING AND MY LIFE HAS TAKEN TURNS THAT LEFT ME SPEECHLESS AND I WANT TO CONFIDE IN YOU ALL =D
i AM ALSO CONTEMPLATING PUTTING UP MY REAL PIC. IS THAT A GOOD IDEA? OR IS MY ANONYMITY BETTER? SHOULD I BLOG ABOUT MORE THAN MY ORGASMS OR ARE YOU HERE JUST FOR THEM (LOL!)?
I WOULD LOVE IF YOU'VE READ MY BLOG AND HAVE QUESTIONS, COMMENTS, SUGGESTIONS OR PICS YOU'D POST THEM HERE OR EMAIL THEM TO SEXINGROCK [at] YAHOO [dot] COM.

SEE YOU ALL IN 3 DAYS!

Is love ever enough?

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THERE IS NO going back. We are over and getting a divorce. So chances are this blog is dead. At this moment, I am not sure and I don't know what comes next. Lolita lives on in her quest to being herself and living life on her own terms. Thanks for reading, for helping me discover and accept my sexual being and for the best sex of my life so far.

This is Lolita on Drugs [part 2]

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[ PART 1 ]

My seat is soaking wet from the numerous orgasms my body’s gifted me with and the car is permeated with the sweet stench of freshly produced cunt juice and D.’s thick cum is lazily making its way out of my warm pussy, past my soft thighs and down my silky, shaven legs. I couldn’t be happier except for the fact that I am still as horny as a Vegas slut and begging him for more.

We are on our way home are; making our way up the ramp down to the highway and I am still begging him to fuck me. As his familiar hand works its’ magic on my swollen coochie I kiss his neck, lick his ear and suck his lips all the while pleading, pressuring him to take me, to do with my body whatever he wishes, whatever his heart desires. He says nothing and as the alcohol takes a sudden turn for my brain, I get frustrated and angry. I accuse him of not wanting to tear up my cunt, why can’t he park the fucking car and fuck me ‘til I pass out from ecstasy. Why? He says nothing, just looks at me with his wide, perverted eyes and a sly grin at the corner of his full mouth. He suddenly grabs me by the hair and I instinctively jump back. But as usual, the Karatéka in him sees it coming even before my mind can process my body’s reaction. I am powerless as he forces me towards him and my head down between his firm thighs. My mouth stretches to conform to his erect girth and I begin to dive up and down his thick shaft and for once, I am too turned on to protest being manhandled this way- like a fuck toy.

For the next 45 minutes, I proceed to lick, suck, swallow and fuck his dick with my mouth and mischievously tease him with my suddenly insatiable lust. And by the moans and groans that escape his lips, I know I am doing something very, very right. As other drivers start to get closer to our car and knowingly peer in to watch my feat, I feel D. struggling to maintain our car on the open lane while trying to look as natural as possible; then doing his best not to panic as he unsuccessfully tries to peel off my face and talk me off of his dick when we pass by a State Trooper’s parked car. As soon as we exit the highway and enter our town’s rotary, the liquor’s tantalizing hold overpowers me. I am sleepy and suddenly, very tired yet my pussy’s still burning to be rimmed and torn apart some more; I slip in and out of consciousness begging to be fucked then quietly falling asleep.

I barely notice that we are home and the car’s parked. I hold on to his neck as D. picks me up, carries me past the lawn, up the steps and into our home. My eyes are closed and I fell nothing but a cool breeze flying fast past my messy air as he throws me onto the plush mattress, between the soft sateen sheets. The light is still off and in the still of the night; I hear the metallic clink of his belt coming undone, the ruffle of his shirt joining his jeans on the soft carpet. I taste his desire as his lips devour mine and proceed to kiss and trail my scent from my clit, up my navel, between my tits, on my erect nipples and between the valleys of my neck. I hold my breath as he spreads my legs wide and penetrates me without restrain. I lay back and give myself fully, into the pleasures I begged to receive and looked so forward to. Then darkness takes over and I slowly slip away content and free…

I wake up dazed and confused. I try to free myself from the mound of decorative pillows, sheets and orgasm towels keeping me prisoner in my own bed. But sensing my frantic escape maneuvers in his sleep, D. lifts me up to his chest, his eyes still closed, and a familiar, content grin spreading across his lips and asks the question I’ve always dreaded yet knew I might have to answer someday:
“Baby, Who Is Lolita Vida?”