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| In the face of.... a lie. |
Jul 2, 2008 9:54 am
201 Views |  | As she rose out of bed, unhindered by the sheets, the world seemed to fall in on itself. It was a slight, though deft, disturbance—as if someone had begun to pull at the edges of time. They were, most certainly, quite careful not to tamper with the past. History, with its gossamer memories, was more of a mistake than anything else. He only remembered the good of it, coupled with a long-dead goodbye. And she only remembered what she desired but never got. Instead of dwelling on it, they had struck a truce. An armistice. It was, of course, just another euphemism for sleeping with the enemy. At the heart of their deliberate chaos was a soul-stolen truth neither of them would ever utter, a tea-soaked divination of love and desire. Something more akin to lust than lace.
He watched her stretch, casually, as if they were the only two people in existence. To some extent, that was undoubtedly true. Fire and air. One could not exist without the other, despite all efforts to the contrary.
She stood, naked to her toes, with her back to him. The shades banished all thoughts of reality, but a breath of sun still sneaked through. It warmed the carpet, but did not touch her face. Carefully, she shook out her hair, turning, slightly, to look at him. It was a familiar repose: lying in the bed, propped up by his elbow, a sly grin etched on his face.
Almost in retaliation, a slow, wicked smile stole across her features. It was as if she hadn’t intended to find him there, but was immeasurably pleased that she had. And he was quite convinced, at that moment above all others, that eternity had collected itself in the curve of her silhouette—namely, in the small of her back. And such secrets he was wont to find at the behest of her fingertips. Her body was brilliantly his. A stark adventure that was never the same twice. Everything about her always seemed to change. Even the way she smiled, deftly, as if everything could be broken, or remade, in the smallest of gestures. There was thunder in her heart, and sometimes it was closer than others. Every so often, he’d venture to hold it, only to find that he could not. There were burns on both their beings, from this trial-and-error. From this desire and defiance. None of it was a mistake—just a swallowed error.
He met her eyes in a fit of combustion, as if his very survival depended on her nearness. And she took a single breath, before falling back into that bed, where dreams were made and torn apart. Where souls were stolen and given. Where love knew no bounds, and lust no reason beyond thirst. It was destruction at its finest, though neither could bear to turn away. |
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| Tequila |
Jun 22, 2008 7:20 pm
Mood: silly, 303 Views | Do you have feelings of inadequacy? Do you suffer from shyness? Do
you sometimes wish you were more assertive?
If you answered yes to any of these questions, ask your doctor or
pharmacist about Tequila. Tequila is the safe, natural way to feel
better and more confident about yourself and your actions.
Tequila can help ease you out of your
shyness and let you tell the world that you're ready and willing to
do just about anything. You will notice the benefits of Tequila.
almost immediately, and with a regimen of regular doses you can
overcome any obstacles that prevent you from living the life you
want to live.
Shyness and awkwardness will be a thing of the past, and you will discover many talents you never knew you had. Stop hiding and start living, with Tequila.
Tequila. may not be right for everyone. Women who are pregnant or
nursing should not use Tequila.. However, women who wouldn't mind
nursing or becoming pregnant are encouraged to try it. Side effects
may include dizziness, nausea, vomiting, incarceration, erotic
lustfulness, loss of motor control, loss of clothing, loss of
money, loss of virginity, delusions of grandeur, table dancing,
headache, dehydration, dry mouth, and a desire to sing Karaoke and play
all-night rounds of Strip Poker, Truth Or Dare, and Naked Twister.
Tequila.. Leave Shyness Behind
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| The email... |
Jun 17, 2008 10:39 am
Mood: confused, 431 Views |  | I recieved an email last night from an old high school boyfriend that I haven't seen in almost 20 years. He basically asked if I had remembered him and how I was doing. And if so to write him back.
First off... how could I NOT remember him? He was on the HS football team, he had the bluest eyes and most gorgeous ass Ive ever seen! I thought about him quite a bit over the years. Even when I married, I thought about him and "what could have been".
He was a senior in HS when I was a sophomore. I gave him my innocence that warm summer night on the beach and he gave me his heart. So gentle. I remember it all. The times I snuck off in the middle of the night to meet him in the park for a quickie. The time he won me the biggest stuffed bear on the boardwalk. When he took me to meet his parents for the first time and told them that I was going to be his wife oneday. The other girls in school were so envious of me because he was mine. After he graduated and went off to college we tried to stay in touch, but you know how that goes. And eventually, the calls just stopped and the letters never came.
Since reading his email over and over so many memories have come flashing back. Do I respond? Is he married? If so, is he happily married?? Why is he contacting me after all this time??
I trust my friends opinions, so Im asking you all... what should I do?? |
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| How many times can one woman masturbate? |
Jun 5, 2008 9:07 am
Mood: wild, 519 Views | Okay, first of all, when it asks me how I'm feeling I want to be able to write in my own answers. Like, Horny as hell! or Sexually frustrated! or Homicidal!
I've often heard it said that men reach their sexual peak at the age of 18 and woman in their 30's. Now, I've recently been told that's a myth and I can't speak as to the sexual life of an average male, but I can say that I've definitely hit my sexual peak now that I'm 35 (for the second year running, lol). It seems that with each passing day I just become more ravenously horny. I mean really, when I have the time I whip Jack (my vibrator) out like three times or more in a day. It certainly does not help that I'm a writer and have an extremely vivid imagination...oh the fantasies I've had!
All right then, moving on, I was talking to a friend of mine the other day about sex. I'm sure you are all shocked by that, but there it is. So he mentions that women and men define erotic in different ways. Women find rose petals on the bed and gentle love making erotic while men are more for talking dirty and fucking. Now, I can't speak for women in general as I've been told repeatedly that I'm not like most other women, but guys, let me tell you this: There are a lot of women out there that like to talk dirty and love lustful, primal, hardcore fucking! Under the surface of many ordinary looking women is a voracious deviant that just wants to be ravished by her man. I love nothing more than to unleash myself and my wild sensuality on my lover (hi honey!) and ride him into the sunset!!!
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| Sometimes |
Jun 4, 2008 8:07 pm
Mood: beautiful, 472 Views |  | Sometimes we make love with our eyes. Sometimes we make love with our hands. Sometimes we make love with our bodies. Always we make love with our hearts.
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| Stimulation |
Jun 4, 2008 7:32 pm
Mood: aroused, 486 Views |  | Releasing my hunger, my mouth waters, I roll my tongue on my lips and bite my finger.
Only a few feet from me, he holds his cock in his hand, the wetness easing his strokes.
Hypnotized by his power to bring such pleasure to himself, my body weakens in overwhelming desire. I melt with his moans and increasing thrill. My thighs quiver and I feel the pulsing contractions inside me, lifting me into erotic drifts. Staring at his dripping cock, I can hear the moist strokes as they quicken. From the wanting sensations of my mouth straight down to my aroused wet lips, folding my legs to ease the frustration. My mind explodes in passion and suggestive thrusts sending me into an orgasm. Gushing in front of me I watch him cum and the room swims in sensual scents and the release of lust. |
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| Possession |
Jun 4, 2008 7:18 pm
Mood: submissive, 460 Views |  | I hear his return and my heart races.
In lace stockings and high heels, I face the wall, arms raised and hands tied to a hook. He has left me in this way for some time and I have grown needy of pampering.
As he enters the room, solace comes with him. I shed the void of his absence with relief.
He stands at a distance, out of my view, but his gaze is upon me--watching, claiming--I can feel it. It excites me and stokes my craving for his closeness. But I know better than to expect; he will come to me at his accord, not mine.
He waits quietly, intentionally, forcing my body to writhe and beg for his attention. My movements are limited, and as desire continues to consume me, I can only express my yearning with swaying hips.
Deeming the gesture worthy, he takes a step closer. I burn with the anticipation of his touch but he is not lenient and comes no farther. An ache fills me and I moan with a small whimper. I must feel him. My back arches and my breasts crush against the wall. With labored breath, I push my ass out to him--as a plea, as a lure. And he moves closer, where I can feel his heat.
I inhale--drawing him, absorbing him with my senses. At last, a small step and my tender cheeks brush against his trousers. I become breathless, eager for more.
Gently, he trails the back of is hand down my spine. As male knuckles slide lower, my needs grow intolerable. I push out more prominently and wait for the arrival. He deliberately slows his hand to torment me while I remain motionless, in suspense.
An eternity passes before he reaches my pussy and grants me a single finger. Ohhh, I am so ready... My moans arise and I move on his precious hand languidly.
His sound of approval tells me so--my wetness pleases him. It is a definitive of his power over me. He allows me a moment of indulgence, then strips me of it.
I protest the emptiness with bleak moans, but he presses masculine body against my back and quiets me with that. A different sort of satisfaction fills my core.
With the lavish kiss on my shoulder, my head rolls back and my eyes drift shut. I have entered the gates of ecstasy and my world is spinning. Circling me with his arms, he traps my wriggling body against the solid mass that is his. There is a roughness to his shirt, but it is his and I cherish the sensation.
I gasp with pleasure and move to urge when he begins to harden against my quivering buttocks. Take me, fill me, begs of him my entire being. Yet, he continues to deny, all the while caressing, groping, seducing my nerves with his touch. I am no match against his demands and raw hunger brings tears to my eyes.
With my eminent defeat, I grow limp. He reaches up and releases my hands. When my drained body begins to collapse, he quickly collects me in his arms. I cling to him, whimpering, as he carries me to bed--his bed. And now there, in heaven, he will complete his possession of me.
I am delirious; passion is pounding in my heart. |
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| Happy Memorial Day! |
May 22, 2008 8:15 am
Mood: eager, 494 Views |  | This is the start of shobbie season for us south jersians...a time when the tourists set up camp on the beach, bringing everything with them including the kitchen sink. Their lil rug rats are crying and screaming hysterically because they saw a jelly fish or a sea gull took their PB&J sandwich. They will spend way too much money on the boardwalk and in the casinos (which is ok by me) and take up every parking space with their convoy of foreign mini vans.
But am I worried? Nah....
Ive been fortunate enough with my employer to allow me have a four..yes four day weekend. Yay me! And trust me, I so need this weekend! LOL So, I will be spending most of my weekend on a boat off the coast of the Jersey shore with a bunch of friends drinking way too much and eating stuff I probably shouldn't eat. 
But thats ok... the gym will is always there for me.
So, I hope everyone has a great holiday weekend and we'll chat next week!
Stay safe. |
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| What is this?!?!?! |
May 22, 2008 7:55 am
Mood: bouncy, 501 Views |  | One evening a husband, thinking he was being funny, said to his wife 'Perhaps we should start washing your clothes in Slim Fast. Maybe it would take a few inches off of your butt!'
His wife was not amused, and decided that she simply couldn't let such a comment go unrewarded.
The next morning the husband took a pair of underwear out of his drawer. 'What the heck is this??' he said to himself as a little 'dust' cloud appeared when he shook them out.
' Honey ,' he hollered into the bathroom, 'why did you put talcum powder in my underwear ?'
She replied ...'It's not talcum powder......It's 'Miracle Grow'
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| Never Argue with a Woman |
May 22, 2008 7:20 am
Mood: cheerful, 481 Views |  | One morning the husband returns after several hours of fishing and decides to take a nap. Although not familiar with the lake, the
wife decides to take the boat out. She motors out a short distance,anchors, and reads her book.
Along comes a Game Warden in his boat. He pulls up alongside the woman and says,
'Good morning, Ma'am . What are you doing?'
'Reading a book,' she replies, thinking, 'Isn't that obvious?'
You're in a Restricted Fishing Area,' he informs her.
'I'm sorry, officer, but I'm not fishing. I'm reading'
'Yes, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment. I'll have to take you in and write you up.'
'For reading a book?,' she replies.
'You're in a Restricted Fishing Area,' he informs her again.
'I'm sorry, officer, but I'm not fishing. I'm reading.'
'Yes, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment. I'll have to take you in and write you up.'
'If you do that, I'll have to charge you with sexual assault,' says the woman.
'But I haven't even touched you,' says the game warden.
'That's true, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment.'
'Have a nice day ma'am,' and he left.
MORAL: Never argue with a woman who reads. It's likely she can also think.
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| A Dream.... |
May 21, 2008 6:51 pm
Mood: content, 467 Views |  | I dreamt of a man tall, dark eyes, dark curly hair, broad chin, simple background, encouraging mind, talented in music and the soul, strong, but mostly desireable. Of course he was not of my country or my language. He spoke my language better than I at times; used words I would never use; did things I could never do, unless I was with him. He loved far off places that I had never heard about until I knew him. I knew him at a white plantation like house. He wore white, baggy, cotton pants; white shirt with tiny blue pinstripes; white shoes; damp and tossled hair. He didn’t smile but his eyes said something seductive and he stood as though he were royalty. Once I caught him laughing and I could picture what his boyhood might have been. He never knew me, but at times I could swear he knew me just because he was there. I lived six years of my life for him and he was gone. He never knew me but at times I knew him better than he knew himself. I listened to his voice and I could see angels dance around my head. I cried because I knew him then, in my heart, even though he never knew me.
I dreamt of a wedding that took place in Greece. High a top a cliff overlooking sparkling blue and white bands of fluffy cotton. This was a special cliff with a special temple. Special because it was my wedding cliff and my wedding temple. Four corinthian columns beneath a dome like the top of an oyster shell. White as the heavens of prayers. The long linen gown easily sways with the winds dance. Hair band like Venus and golden skin, milky, with no pigments to falsify my true identity. The people gather and stand around the open temple in silence. Only the sound of wind dancing with a linen dress can be heard for miles. I dreamt of a man but is he here with me? He was once but now he is gone. I knew this special cliff and this special temple but they did not know me. Is there a man waiting for me here? I knew the temple and it rejects me now. Is there a Greek God waiting for me here? I knew the cliff overlooking a vast sea but the cliff thought it was only a small sand dune. Is there anyone waiting for me here? The cliff and the temple do not know I exist.
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| Well said |
May 21, 2008 6:45 pm
Mood: calm, 441 Views |  | "You can't have a better tommorrow if you are always thinking about Yesterday" |
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