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Tara

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My name's Tara, and I live in the fabulous city of Atlanta (go Braves!) I enjoy reading, music, and long walks in the park. When I'm not busy lusting over Derrick from the Real World/Road Rules Challenge on MTV, I enjoy trying my hand in the kitchen. My family are genuine, "straight off the boat" It...

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I've been bad...

…and it’s so good!

I want to apologize for being MIA for so long, but let me assure you ladies that my reasons are justified.

Not only am I busy studying for my teacher certification, but I’m also mentoring the youth at my church, freelancing, and working on a killer tan. Yet out of all of these, I would have to say my favorite responsibility is tapping into my inner-seductress – a role which involves sending (and receiving) nasty photos and text messages to my long-distance love interest. And after a careful review of the “out box” on my phone, I must say that I look damn good.

Now I love taking dirty photos of myself!

But perhaps what I love more is hearing the ring my phone makes indicating that he’s received them. It’s like opening presents on Christmas day! Even before I flip open the receiver, I know his message is going to be of an appreciative nature. Maybe it’s the Catholic girl in me, but nothing turns me on more than the knowledge I excited him. There’s such power in that!

It’s funny how fickle life can be. Just when you think she’s got you cornered in a vicious cycle of nothingness, she throws you a curveball as if to say, “Okay, even I’m getting bored with you now.” It was only a month or so ago that he text-messaged me. Why (after such a long time) did he feel it necessary to contact me? We no longer worked together, so what was the point? But there his words were, clear as day:

“What’s up stranger? Things going well for you? I’ll actually be in Atlanta tonight, out tomorrow. Quick meeting. What you doing?”

After much internal debating, I agreed to meet with him for drinks. In between the lines of our casual conversation was the knowledge that we still wanted each other, and later that night, we finally satisfied our desires. A surge of some energy I’ve never felt before took over my body when I was with him. There was no denying the taste of his mouth, the look in his eyes, and the animal musk of him. No longer would I have to wonder how it might feel to run my fingers through his hair, to gently scratch his sides…to be as close to him as humanly possible.

Of course, I’ve always wanted more from him than just sex, and believe me, if he lived locally, I’d have it. But considering he resides where he does, I suppose I’ll just have to settle for what little of him I can have. He’s coming into town in a few weeks, which means I have ample time to prepare. For example, I spent almost all of yesterday searching for the perfect panty/bra combo, which is a shame considering it’s not going to survive his inevitable ambush. But I suppose that’s not the point.

These men will never understand the lengths we go to!