89- act

I think sometimes that clothes are very restricting. In a sense, it hides us from who we are. Its a disguise. What would I like to hide today? My arms? Wear something that covers them. My legs? A pair of Pants. Feel like sharing what I like today? Say my breasts? Wear something that shows a hint of cleavage, something that hugs them and in any angle shows them off. My ass? Wear a tight fitted skirt with a blouse thats also fitted and the hem of the blouse rests just above the the curve. Shoulders? tubedress

Its like a play. We have outfits for everyday, sometimes we do a wardrobe change in the same day. Have a dinner date after work? Wardrobe change. Off with the professional look thats needed for the first act of the day, in with the fun/flirty look that comes from a knee length pencil skirt that shows off my curves, coupled with a simple, not revealing but hinting thin feminine top.

Possible third act? Underneath the second act-wear is the lacy thigh highs, matching braziere and panties... a lady always wears... panties or does she?

I guess that is why some people have issues about being naked in public or sometimes with a partner/lover. If they dont have their costumes, they are left to be... themselves. If they havent quite figured it out then there are moments of discomfort. I may be wrong and maybe Im speaking from personal experience but sometimes its what we dont know that scares us and with understanding comes a sense of peace, of acceptance.

There will always be moments when your acceptance will be challenged, expect it. Be prepared and be ready to accept the things that we cannot change but possibly steer in a different direction.

What better way to feel at peace than understanding yourself? When you understand yourself you can better understand someone else and their struggles. Maybe even possibly help in some way, by example, by listening even by writing a post...

dream, fantasy, truth or fiction

I was met at the doors and led to his room. We shared some wine and spoke softly aboot what had been going on since we had last made contact. I sat with one leg over the other on a chair by the window. He sat opposite me, his gaze wandering over my body. I made no excuse to look away while he looked me over from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. I smiled, raised my glass in a silent toast to his apparent approval.

He stood over me after resting his glass on the side table and took a strand of my hair in between his fingers. I looked up not saying a word to see what he would do. He trailed that strand all the way to the end and let it fall back with the rest, softly said that I looked really good, that I look better every time he sees me. I smile and say thank you. I comment on his new haircut, saying that it suits him better than his last one. He laughs at my comment.

He cups my face in his hands and just looks at me and holds my gaze. I lick my lips and my eyes start to close as his head bends to close the gap. He lightly rubs his lips over mine and I shiver at the soft sensation it sends down my neck through my spine. He moans in approval and presses his muoth harder to mine and I open my lips a little and feel his tongue sneak its way in, slowly teasing and then leaving me. I follow with my tongue, savoring the playful feel. I slip my tongue past his teeth where he closes his lips around it and pulls it in his mouth. We play a gentle tug of war and I let him apply different types of pressure over my tongue. His hands busy with removing my clothes. His clothes already mostly off and on surrounding us.

I feel a cool breeze over my exposed skin. I shiver and press my body closer to his, seeking his heat. Free of clothes our bodies react to the feel of another. Skin tightens in areas, blood flows in another. I take a deep breath and feel my chest rise and feel my nipples graze his chest. He moves his mouth over my neck and I arch my back to continue to fit my body against him, bringing me to my toes and feeling him tap me in between my legs. I open my eyes in surprise. and hear him mumble an obsenity against my neck. I smile and sway my body against him. His body following the sway, Ive begun. He mumbles again and I listen and hear his say that he wants more time. I smile and say we have plenty.

He pulls away and walks me to the bed. I watch him move and admire his body as he pulls the covers away and holds it away to watch me crawl in bed, I make it the slowest show of crawling he can stand, when I have three limbs on the bed I feel him grab my ankles to flips me over. Hes over me and I look down and before I lose sight of him I hear one word, 'tease' then an array of tongue, and fingers, paying me back for the slow and deliberate show that I barely finished.

My feet planted wide apart, my hips slowly raised off of the bed. I end up paying the price as I am on my toes, hips off the bed, my back arched, my hair splayed around my head and my mouth open wide in appreciation of his way of punishment. I feel my body tense and shatter. Parts of my body convulse without any control from me. I bite my lower lip in satisfaction and feel my body being supported by arms and a look of triumph on his face. I smile and casually say that Im sure that form of punishment would go ver well in certain parts of the world. He laughs and remves his hands from under me and I fall back on the bed. His hands over my thighs trail heat down to my ankles and back up again. I shudder and relish in that feeling of satisfaction. I watch him as he concentrates on the act of rubbing my silky skin. I join him in the rubbing though I conentrate on my upper body. He sees the movement and watches my hands move, sees my fingers spread wide and close, watches my fingers pinch, rub and twist.

His hands not moving anymore but rests on my inner thighs. Holding me in place. I move, press and massage. I feel his hands tightening on me and lower still see him hot and ready. He follows my gaze and moves himself into me slowly and I tilt my body to meet with his and we sigh at the feeling of coming together.

He kisses my forehead and I raise my head and capture his mouth in mine. Soft kisses to match his movements. As his body demands more his kisses follow suit. My hands roam his back, my legs wrap around hm tight. Pulling him closer to me and becoming demanding in my way. He mouth by my ear. I hear his breathing become labored and I hear him repeat things over and over. Turning me on. I moan in agreement and reach both hands low on his back and pull him in tght with my arms and legs. He presses in hard making me gasp and whispers things that make me whimper in need. I bite my lip to keep from begging. Im close and want to feel him get to where I am.

I feel him smile against my lips as he simulates the movements in two seperate places. I cant hold it together and whip my mouth away from his and take over the rythm of the moment. He finds the matching tune and plays along, bringing me over not once but twice. Holding me down and pressing his mouth to mine not letting me move. My arms held tight in his, by my head. I cant twist or move my head. I have to keep enjoying and take wave after crashing wave of pleasure that he gives.

Soon I feel his body start on its way to his own crashing waves. I tighten my legs around him and tighten other parts of my body so much that he I hear him panting though clenched teeth and I star to whisper things in his ear as I inject a nibble here and there to his sensitive earlobe. He makes the sound of a man that cant take it anymore, heartpounding, as wave after wave takes him away and brings him back sated and heavy on my body. His hands relax and I wrap my arms around him and When neither of us move. I playfully share the mastery of my control which makes him gasp and shudder, I smile and try not to laugh and I hear against my neck, 'thats not funny'. I agree with him and say 'you like it' He laughs then and agrees.

He pulls away reluctantly and I squeeze him, not wanting him to pull away. He pulls me close and rests my head on his chest. We talk for a while and our eyes close for a short nap. I wake up and move off to spread out on my stomach. Only to feel him roll over and drape himself over half my body. I smile and think its the best blanket. We soon fall asleep again.

Not long after, I feel a snake move in between my legs and I stiffen and realize that someone is awake and was taking advantage of my body laid out the way it is. I wiggle my behind and feel the snake wiggle back finding its way inside. I feel him pull up my hips and I find myself on my knees and elbows. Enjoying the way I am being woken up. I enjoy the feel of the way he moves, the speed and depth. It doesnt take me long to give up the pretense of being sleepy and Im right there in it, taking what hes giving me and giving him what he wants.

It works so well that soon after I go over the edge he follows. We fall over on the bed and his body cushioning mine. We fall asleep to wake up a few hours later, with enough time to tease tantalize and arouse each other before going our seperate ways, each to meet with people that have no idea of what the night held for either...

88 - busted???

I think I am busted LOL well... someone knows that I have a blog, at work too. I dont know how I feel about it, or what to do.

It was bound to happen sooner or later. I just never thought it would happen... ever LOL Im immune to these things. The more I want to keep something secret even though its not bad it comes out lol

Maybe I took it for granted that it was my little thing that no one knew about. Its sad in a way that Its no longer just me who knows about this in my little circle of work. Darn. Do I change names? Im sort of attached to my darling ways. Do I stop altogether? I dont think I could. Its nice to have a place to jot things down. Should I lay low for a while? Or probably the smartest thing to do... is not distract myself with work while blogging, I mean not distract myself with work while blogging DARN!... well you know what I mean :)

Maybe thats my lesson for the day. That all secrets eventually come out.

I think its a one off and I dont expect this person to remember anything, Ill work my powers of persuasion...

87 - tape

I dont remember a lot from my childhood. I recall moments when I was growing up. Is it that way? or should I be recalling everything? I dont think thats how it works. I think you remember what you want to remember and then you have moments where your brain picks out things that you arent holding onto. Thats when you think. OMG I havent thought of that in so long... and then you have conversations with friens or family starting with, "remember when...."

I think ill post some of the things that I remember. Some of it wont mean anything to anyone else but me. Im sure Ill entertain you all in some way, shape or form. A way to give those memories a home other than my mind. Plus it will give me something else to write about. Why not? Ive been struggling with what to write here, not always. Just debating with myself on whether to go all out and just write.

Im censoring myself somewhat. Thats what I am dealing with. Im working on it though :) Anyway, I just wanted to get some of this out in the open, well not really out in the open, just get it out of my head. Ive been thinking of it too much and for too long that I am hoping that voicing it out here will give me a time out from having to make that decision.

LOL I know I will just end up writing about it sooner or later :) Why bother fighting it? If anything it will be entertaining ... or disturbing... depends on which side of the coin people are standing on. Good thing that Ive roped off the disturbing side with caution tape lol

Time will tell....more to come...

86 - perspective

Well, I was trying to get my PC reformatted and it turns out somenoe was overzealous, got a little ahead of himself and decided to try to rebuild ... things. So I am now the proud owner of the same PC although now in various pieces and parts. I have a baggie full of screws that I hope end up back in their home.
I am close to adding buying a new PC to my wish list. Ill have to make do with what I have ... pending its full recovery from its overhaul. If its not one thing its another isnt it? If its not the slight squeek in my car its the PC, if its not the PC its training the new guy at work, if its not that, its wondering where my pink sundress went... where did that one go?

Its good that I dont freak out easily. I Just take things as they come. Or so I like to think. I try not to get myself worked up too too much about something. I just have to wrap my mind around whatever it is that is in front of me and work at it from a different angle. Sometimes thats all it take, a couple of degrees to the left or right, to make something that seemed so overwhelming to become manageable.

I am little annoyed that I dont have my personal PC at my beck and call. The world wont end. The sun will shine again another day. I guess things could be worse. That squeek could be a grind, the guy in training could be an ex lover, the dress could never have exsisted.

I still have access to someones PC so its not the end of mankind. I still get to share these thoughts. Its frustrating though. Not having something available when its always been there. At least it was just the PC... and not my car OR even my family or friends.

That puts things in perspective.

86 - marathon

On occasion, when I find myself naked with a man. I find I feel the need to point out my physical flaws. Like why I have something less than flat on my stomach and well and... thats pretty much it. I dont know why and I should really just stop it because being self conscious is good and all when you have a big important presentation to do in front of hundreds of your colleagues. NOT when youre naked and have just participated in some marathon sex.

Im not sure why I do this and I dont do it often, it just made me think the last time I did it and I guess deep down were all kind of insecure about something or another. I have this scar from a cat scratch on my right hand, that doesnt bother me. I have a scar from a kitchen mishap on my thumb, again on my right hand. I have a scar on my left wrist. None of these bother me.

Its funny because I dont mind being nude specially when marathon sex is involved lol It doesnt always happen that I feel the need to blurt out my physical imperfections. I always wonder if they even thought it was an issue before I said anything... did me mentioning it make him take notice?

*sigh*Oh to be able to read minds! :) lol

Just some random thoughts of mine.

85 - The best

"Remember when we were little and wanted to be just like mom? ha ha ha ok so its not funny AND so not true :) You practically supported me as if you were my mom. We're not bad..'that' bad, but youve done ...so much more that a sister could/should have done. For that and all the laughs, all the tears, all the dogs all the bullshit, all the GUYS! Everything!! I am grateful and unbelievably blessed to have such and amazingly loyal, and honest sister. All thats passed has helped me grow. Even though weve aways lived or seperate lives. Times where we dont get to talk for days/weeks. I know that you love me. When I relly think about it and all tht youve done- I cry. You didnt have to help me, call or write me. But you do. That means a lot more than you know. So I want you to know that you are awesome. School/no school- youre living the life you want to live. No real regrets. Nothing you choose to do is wrong. You do what you do, no apologies. I dont care what people say, school will always be there; the people we meet, the places we go and the things we do...we'll meet, go and do when we get the chance. Youre taking those and living life. "There is no greater disservice we commit in this life than living within the grips and confines of fear" You taught me that. You live it & learn it. Call it growing up, through boys, family, issues, life, youve been there one way or another in my life and I pray everyday that we'll be there like we were once more. Sitting on the steps talking, laughing, living. I owe you everything because youve taught me everything that Id need to know to survive today. I love you. Im sorry I cant give you the winning lottery ticket or a vacation like you deserve or anything special like that but... I promise to repay you for everything one way or the other. "
love
your sister

The above was written to me for my birthday from my younger sister. Damn if I didnt end up crying in the parking lot while reading it. Im crying now just sharing it. That letter was by far the best gift she could have given me, ever. I have no words to share how much emotion I have. The tears wont stop and I just love her. Im glad she knows it.

No one knows me like she does. I tell her so many things that would make any other person think I am insane. She looks at me and thinks that I am the greatest sister in the world. Sometimes I wonder if she heard me correctly and I find a way to repeat something in different words... and she says as long as I am safe and happy.

Tell me how to explain the way I look at my little sister and think of how she got so grown up. Shes growing up. Slowly but surely.

'No payment required, dont you understand little girl? I cant give you the vacation or the lottery ticket either. I just want to make sure you are the best of me and the best of you together. I dont want anything but you to be. Just be.'

I dont know what else to say. Anyone have any tissue? I seem to have emptied this box of mine.

84 - morning

YAY!!! Tomorrow has arrived!! :) It is now official. I am 27. It is also a Monday. So im immune to having a bad Monday. It will gloss over me noticing that 'Wait! It is her Birthday... lets go to the next poor soul available and add to her Monday blahs' (If only thats how it worked) lol

I woke up not feeling anything different. The exact feeling each and every birthday since I turned 19 LOL Which incidently is also the same way that I look now. Funny how things work out.

You guys wouldnt believe what year 26 was for me. I hope that year 27 is better in more way that I can imagine.

Ive gotten many emails working out a time and place to meet for lunch, dinners and or drinks :) Happy Birthday text messages and phone calls. Fun fun fun. Ive gotten lovely emails wishing me great things for my 27th.

My cell phone has been ringing non stop almost. Arent friends great? Ive got messages on my voicemail of people singing me Happy Birthday. All very fun. Leaving me smiling.

Ohhh, even my dad called from Puerto Rico. He asked if I was happy to be 21. What a kidder! I told him I am expecting exotic things when I see him next. YAY surprises.

I love surprises. Even when they tell me im getting something and then they give me a wrapped box and tell me not to open it.... sweeeeeeeeeeet torture!!! :) Like a kid in a candy store.. Ill be restless and curious and ill shake the box,guess the weight and listen to it LOL Well.. I just enjoy them :) weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Going out for lunch with some co workers soon. Shhhh Im sure im having a drink to celebrate!!

83- - tomorrow

I wanted to post about my birthday weekend but my PC is acting up on me. Im not sure whats wrong aside from the PC being an antique. I think its time for some reformatting.. whatever that means. I heard the term once :) I could go for a new laptop of the speedy and portable kind. So if there is anyone who still hasnt been able to think of what to get me for my birthday... LOL a laptop will do for my electronic needs. If you are serious please email me. LOL

Yes I am guilty of wishful thoughts as well, add lusty and sinful and silly and and caring and curious and fun OH MY!!

But anyhow. I was wondering what peoples thoughts are on having a gift registry for peoples birthdays? They have them for weddings. Is there something that says it wouldnt be right or proper for a birthday? I mention this because I dont know if there are any grey areas or leniency with it. Just something pulled out of the mind which belongs to Darling.

More to come on what the weekend was like. Edited for readers frustration. *giggles* JK... or am I ;)

On that note... a song.... la la la laaaa

The sun'll come out
Tomorrow
Bet your bottom dollar
That tomorrow
There'll be sun!

Just thinkin' about
Tomorrow
Clears away the cobwebs,
And the sorrow
'Til there's none!

When I'm stuck in a day
That's gray,
And lonely,
I just stick out my chin
And Grin,
And Say,
Oh!

The sun'll come out
Tomorrow
So ya gotta hang on
'Til tomorrow
Come what may
Tomorrow! Tomorrow!
I love ya Tomorrow!
You're always
A day A way!

I wonder if it will feel any different... tomorrow I mean. Will I be noticeably.. older and wiser? Will I have gained vast knowledge? Well, we shall see. Its nice and social. Though sometimes Im a bit self conscious about the attention. *blush*

So long 26, its been great. Plenty of new experiences and learning lessons, meeting people and seeing places. I look forward to 27 being better, Ill look back on you and remember and share.

82 - Survivor

I didnt watch the first episode, I was out and about galivanting til the week hours of the morning. I was updated by a friend of mine who saw it.

I made a comment about how it is TV and the station/network has had months to think of this show, strategize and air what they want to. Why? for the ratings obviously. They want to air what people will want to see and keep them coming back for more. They will air issues that will catch peoples attentions, that will get a reaction, that will make the viewers pick sides or specific people.. for whatever reason.

I was against it when I first heard about it because some people are touchy about the subject and I was scared that it might fuel already otherwise shaky ground with people, places and organisations.. AND on a more personal and probably selfish reason, I wanted to be represented well. In my mind no one can represent me better than me. BUT I guess I missed the deadline to get on the show (jk)

Not only will it make everyone look at each other diffrently within the different cultures, but within their own culture as well. Look at me, I want to be represented well. If I am not? Ill be sad (not for long, Ill get over it) Do I think I am better than some? Yes. I am smart enough to know that someone out there is better off. BUT I still want someone to represent me well. In any situation. Whether it be televised or not. In a large setting or not. In business or in the wild.

Take way the culture and I am a woman. I want all women to represent me well. I am an ambassador for women old and young as we all are for each other. I hold myself up proud to be one and share that. I want the passion to show and the acceptance known.

It would be interesting to watch this season if only to see the steroetypes come alive. Maybe disprove some as well. In the end people are people and they would have the same struggles as the previous survivors did.

I think if people didnt think of the race as an issue while they are on the island and concentrate on the game they would have a better chance to win. The race issue just takes away concentration needed to strategize :)

People are people no matter what color they are. They all want to win to get ahead and will step on who they need to to win. After all arent we all raised to be number 1?? Human nature will win, no matter what culture or background.

81 - dime

I fell down the stairs. I had heels on, yes they were quite ridiculous in height. Im in one piece, well... minus some skin on my right knee. Ill regenerate and be 100% whole again :)

I was on my way out, dressed to show off my legs this time and not any other body part. Hence the ridiculous heels which I have worn many times before without incident.

I was already out in my car when I remembered that I had one last thing that I needed for the night and had to go back in to get it. I walked in and only the click click click of my heels on the hardwood could be heard.

I reached the top of the stairs and out of habit I reached for the hand rail and as I lift my left foot to step down, my right foot slipped (somehow???) and down I went. I closed my eyes tight and felt my right leg bend underneath me and with my weight now on my ankle which I am sitting on goes over 3 or 4 steps making me lose my breath at the sharp pain I feel. I also feel pain at my wrist which seems to have swung around in comical circles.

When I finally cease to move. I stay still and let the pain wash over me. It hurts. Im scared that I broke something. I curse the damned stilettos (just the ones im wearing at the moment, no need to curse the innocent) I take a second then to look at my current position. Skirt hiked up around my wait, showing way too much skin (I think "well at least this didnt happen in public!!) My left leg straight out in front of me while my left leg still bent and starting to hum in heat.

I look at my left leg, take stock of any broken skin, any blood pouring out, bones jutting out, toes still painted Sinnamon Pop Red. All is well after I administered the wiggle toe test.

I dread moving but I have to. I twist my body and straighten out my right leg in front of me, skirt still hiked up and I know theres damage on this leg. Why!? Why tonight! I mumble to myself. I start at my thigh and move my way down. There at my knee where it will be home to a large bruise, is, about the size of a dime. (A quarter would be exagerrating and a penny to cheap) a patch that no longer has its many layers of skin. I cant tell yet if its one of those that takes enough skin off for it to bleed... I am lucky, its not that kind. I continue my perusal of my calf and The top of my foot is red with anger. I test positive for future housing of a bruise.

I flex my toes and turn my ankle side to side and there is some tightness but nothing is sprained or twisted. I rub my knee gently and make a very girly, whimpering noise that reminds me how girly I am sometimes. I pull myself up and feel a quick stab of something at my wist and I see a red mark underneath my pinky when I make a fist.I stand and feel a bit off balance but then get my bearings together I still have a long night ahead of me.

The show must go on!!

I grab my lipgloss, the item of importance, the reason I came back in.. I had a pleasant evening with no one mentioning that my foot looked angry nor did anyone comment on my dime sized lack of skin at my knee.

I think maybe they had other things to concentrate on :)

80 - Getting closer

Well. I am feeling anxious that I have yet to think of the things I want to accomplish when I turn 27 :) Some of the list I will share with you.. the other will be public knowledge.. as it happens or doesnt happen in my life. I thought Id share some and save some for mysterious sake :)

I know you all like to know whats happening in my head as well as whats happening in other areas of my body :) Im kidding, teasing really. I promise not to tease. Its not nice. I dont want to be called a... tease :)

I just like flirting :) thats all. Nothing wrong with a little harmless flirtation. I straddle the lines that Ive put around (lines are always negotiable.. I think?) Unless the lines are in bold. I also have thoughts of crossing that line. Sometimes the line is set high or low. The crossing is always a temptation.

Well. I think Ill start thinking of what kinds of things I would like to add to the list of things to do. Theres so much to do its almost funny how I try to get things done within one year, though sometimes its a learning process that takes longer. So, projects, styles, attitudes and outlooks may change always for the better :) If something on the list isnt crossed off that year, then I just carry it onto the next. There are no rights or wrongs just the want to grow and be better and experience life and all the joys it can bring.

Im open for suggestions for all areas of life. Fun ideas, challenging ideas, silly ideas and adventurous ideas. For personal growth, professional growth, spiritual grown and probably the area that I would ... enjoy would be sexual growth. Growth period.

Any suggestions? Im open to them :) Email me or post them... much appreciated :)

Some things that are on my list of things to do and by no means is this the whole list...

Skydiving ... because OMG how much fun would that be?!?!
Bungee Jumping ... as above and I want to feel the adrenaline
Base Jumping ... as above and I want to travel somewhere to do it
More travelling *smile* ... still taking invitations and offers :)
Learn one or more new languages .. good for all the travelling I want to do. C'est bien, oui??
Expand tastes in music, food and wine ... always learning something new
I want to take a wine course ... I want to know how to compliment food and wine
-cooking classes ... Ive got to be able to provide sustenance of a certain class and a certainlevel :)
-sewing classes ... why not? Have to learn the basics and theres always the tailors if im awful.
-massage classes ... who wouldnt want me touching them???? :)
I want to try to make necklaces (I want to play with beads) something fun and creative
Have to try a Seaweed wrap at the Spa.. self indulgent.. ok throw in a much loved facial too ..etc etc etc ...

More to come...

79 - travel thoughts

Ive been thinking of travelling more and more the past few days and...

Id love to drive down to California. Desination probably San Diego. I have family there. Its on my list of things to do...do a long distance drive to the coast. See the ocean, swim in the ocean. I hear theres a nude beach there... somewhere. *I would go in my natural sexified self, no matter who was around :) (at the nude beach) Lets hope for hot sunny days with clear skies.

I miss San Diego. I dont know how to get around the area, so its always good for me to have a map, which I am not good at reading. Not that Im not good at reading maps. Im not good at... using them to help me. I usually ask people for help solution. :) Hey its a social thing for me. Any reason to go up to someone to say 'hi'.

I find it helps you get in on some information about where to go what to do and the 411 on things that not everyone visiting is privvy to. This applies to overseas, across the street and out of town. (anywhere really)

So back to sunny California. Ive been to the San Francisco Bay area, would love to go there as well. Silcon Valley San Jose, Los Angeles and many Santas and San areas :) I have good, no great memories, would like to make more... good, great and spectacular ones. Lots of people to see, meet and talk to. Lots of places to go visit, take pictures and get go places to get lost in.

No matter where I go. Ill have my comfy shoes and also a pair of heels that turn heads. Always prepared! :)

On the side. I think thoughts of California and its hot weather are creeping up to me due to the soon to arrive temperatures of minus 25 below. Thats right, no more lounging in my bikini or better yet lounging in half of my bikini. No more running outside in the rain, no more walking barefoot in the parks, no more tank tops and halter tops, no more midriff baring anything.

Time to put them away..

Id love to drive down to California...


* No I will not share pictures, videos or announce the exact time I will be there. (silly) I know what you all... ok some... no most of what you were thinking!!

That doesnt mean I wont take pictures or videos... hows that for suspence :)

78 - trinket

Hey Baby lets go to Vegas,
Kiss your single life good bye.
Hey baby lets go to Vegas,
Bet on Love and let it ride.

Someone recently reminded me of this song. Its fun and catchy. It stuck in my head for a day or two. Anyway Ive always wanted to go to Vegas, Ive been meaning to go there and stay for a week or two. Things just havent worked out because of one thing or another. Its been rather disappointing, but I remain patient. Things will happen when they are meant to happen, I remain myself and do the things I enjoy. I know it will happen and the timing just has to be right :)

I think it will be a blast... AND I know they say 'what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas'. I however plan on not being boring like those people who wont share... thats right YOU know who YOU are! lol Whoever you are. For anyone whose ever gone there and not shared what happened! lol BOO to you!

I plan on sharing. Why not? I mean... I would hope that I have something exciting to share. Something scandalous and nefarious and of many different areas of... life. Of course Id share the important things like where I stayed and what I saw and what made my eyes open wide and what was funny, silly and human. Its the... little things, the details that I want to share. Ahem.

Is it because people might not have done anything exciting and thus use the line so they dont have to say anything? Just... imply that they did have a grand ol time? :) Im sure some have used it for such, others im sure also have been very very naughty and undiciplined and.. spent... lots and lots of money... on... gambling :P

Im not looking forward to the winter this year and I would like to go away ... indefinately :) Yes I have those thoughts. Why not? We all have thoughts, would that we could, leave our current place of dwelling and go to far away places where our minds have taken us many times during those meetings, or conferences and even more times sitting at the desk facing the window staring out into a world we want to escape, even for a little while.

Happy with just a week or two here and there. Some of us lucky enough to be able to take 3 or 4 weeks off at a time :) We all sit and imagine ourselves elsewhere. Nothing quite compares to when we are actually sitting on a lounge chair scantilly clad while the sun says hello to a sunworthy body, or walking the cobblestones of a small town, going in and out of boutiques, looking for that perfect trinket to infuse all your memories into it.

So when you pick up that said trinket in a few months or years time, the memories will come flooding over you, bringing you back in time...

*sigh* I feel a need for a vacation... soon, somewhere warmer than where I am... any ideas??...... any offers. Ahem. *wink*

77 - who is the...

I stood naked in front of my mirror just looking. Not criticizing. Just looking. Telling myself what looks good and what will look better. There were no thoughts of how Ive let myself go and what I wished was somewhere else. Everything that I looked at was meant to be there.

From the mole above my navel to the mole under my right breast, from the dimples on the small of my back to my dimple on my right cheek. They are all meant to be there. As are the parts of me that will benefit from my frequent visits to the gym. I didnt look at myself and think anything negative. I thought I am one hot lady.

I smiled at that and thought if only they could all see me naked to fully appreciate my body, the hard work, the sweat and sleep sacrificed to better myself. All for me. So I have this feeling that I am exactly where I need to be at this point. The future holds what I want it to hold and I am in control.
We should all be naked in front of a mirror to do a personal self assessment every so often. I happen to look forward to mine. It helps that when I finish with my bath I walk right by a full length mirror. When I get ready I stand in front of said mirror as well as when I disrobe for the evening. I think I will make a habit of looking more :)

Underneath my clothes I am naked and it gives me eons of pleasure to think of what is underneath. Skin, smooth and silky.

Mirror mirror on the wall...

76 - lazy

Its been a lazy day, I have wanted to just sleep in bed, wrapped in the warmth my blankets provide. My body started this, first with sore muscles. Then my mind joined in the lazy train. How can I fight it? I know I should rest and just fall to the whims of a day spent wrapped in my blanket, pop on a movie, have some munchies. (feel like chips and junk but Ive compromised and gave in to lazy but I had to eat healthy) So munchies are veggies and dip and a ton of different fruit.

The trick to having a lazy day is to really make it a lazy day. You cant run errands, cant make plans for later that afternoon. Cant clean, do laundry or dishes. Go big or go home. Oh wait you are home for lazy days! Ok well.. if you have to do some of those things.. MINIMAL is the key ok? Im very lenient.

So the days should start very late in the morning if not early afternoon. Please do not neglect your sanitary needs. Shower and all other bathroom duties are still important on lazy days and is a must. Bathrobe wrapped around your most comfiest sleepwear. Feet in thick socks or slippers.

Lounging on the sofa for a few minutes while I decide what to have for breakfast. There must be food, bagel and cream cheese will do, a glass of juice or milk as well, off to the sofa, food laid out and drink at the ready. Book to be read, TV ready to play a DVD. Manicure kit on the side. Along with the foot massager. Yes the portable back massager is placed behind me as I eat my bagel, drink my juice and soak my feet while they are being massaged. Ever the multitasker arent I?

During the movie I will have had my breakfast, have had a back massage, my nails filed, buffed and polished. My feet soaked, massaged, freed of dead skin and my toenails polished as well. Pretty.

Not bad for a start on my lazy day.

After the movie I return all the items to their places and lay down for a nap. When I wake from that nap which can be a long or short one. )I listen to my body and wake when my body says it is ready to get up.) I will pick up my book and finish it. Yes that is right finish. If I start at page 1 I finish it. If I am on page 94 I finish it.

After reading I feel a bit like eating something. Off we go to the fridge and find some fruit to eat. I dont want to cook as it is not mandatory on a lazy day. Toasters are allowed. Fruits and veggies to munch on with dip if available.

My lazy day also includes sitting outside with a book and my MP3 player. So off I go to sit in the sun, out in public, watching the kids run around, the volleyball games and the lifeguards on the lookout etc.

There I spend a couple of hours or until the sun is no longer satisfying. I have started to read another book, had a snack of crackers and cheese or had some peanuts, been entertained by the people around me, listened to music and exposed myself to the sun.

Not bad for the middle of my lazy day.

Back home, dinner to think of, A chicken breast sprinkled with roasted garlic and red pepper and thrown to cook in the toaster oven.... while I take a bath with a glass of mango juice. After the bath I dress in a pair of jogging pants and a loose fitting tank top.

The chicken removed from the toaster oven and a salad on the side with some more veggies on the side is called dinner. Dinner is eaten on the couch on lazy days and for desert, fruit dipped in chocolate!!

I hope youve enjoyed my lazy day!

dream,fantasy, truth or fiction

Stripped naked, made to walk, stand, kneel with my hands behind my neck and be teased sexually, making my sex crave with any kind of touch, rough and tender alike. I dont have the ability to voice my own words. Kept silent with the desire to please. Hearing the voices in my mind fight , in the end curiousity and the need to please to be perfect wins. When I have been insolent or disobedient I am whipped and/or hung to be sexually brought to the brink but never be allowed to find release, that is my punishment or is it my reward?

Taught to derive pleasure from any and all forms from touch like a fingernail being run along my skin, pinches, barely there caresses, even spankings. Tied up and whipped without breaking skin. All basic emotion stripped from me so all I have in my mind is the will to please. Tears will fall freely from my eyes in the desire to please and in the realization that I have failed and have not succeeded or in the knowledge that I am doing exactly what I am supposed to.

That in pleasing in any way shape or form, my release will come. Used for gratification, to please in a way that it brings me closer to self awareness and understanding of my mind that we are all slaves to a master and a master to a slave.

One must know what it is like to be a master in order to fully understand what it is meant to be a slave and how to treat them, how to extract the best performance they can. Break down any and all barriers to succumb to the will and want of others. Such a great gift it is to give yourself over to a person who knows you intimately and knows the secrets to unlocking your orgasm. For they use that knowledge to tease, tantalize, torture and if you have been good, given pleasure.

To surrender entirely, knowing that my body is used to please... but always knowing in the back of my mind that there is always something that I have yet to be made to do to conflict the inner thoughts I have in my mind, which is why I will keep my soul and not have that controlled for in the end after allowing everything to be stripped from me, the soul is the true base for all beginnings.

75 - apple cider

Nice guy, he was running late so he called me to let me know he was stuck in traffic. I said thats fine, ill be here. He comes in and shakes my hand in introduction I tug a little and plant small sweet kisses on each cheek and then he goes orders a coffee for himself. I ordered a cup of hot apple cider. He came back and we talked for a few hours. About anything really. I wasnt sure if I wanted to do anything physical with him but he was very interesting as a person. He owns a few companies and he seems very laid back. He has done extensive travelling in the past and still does when he is able.

He owns motorbikes and loves fast cars. I asked him if he was going through mid life crisis and he laughed and said no. Hes never been married and I asked why that is and he mentioned not having met anyone that has worked out in the long run. We talked about his travels and some of the things he has done. He enjoys jokes... racy ones even, he told me a few and I admitted to him that I wasnt much of a joke teller but I didnt enjoy them. I laughed at those he told. I think I might have forced it a teeny bit but not that he would notice. I still was entertained.

I asked him about what irons he had in the fire and he mentioned opening up a club downtown in Nov/Dec. Sort of like Senior Frogs... but more upscale. He explained the whole idea how and where it came from, gave me some predictions, some ideas of what it will be like.

Honestly I was more interested in how to step into the process and integrate myself into his ventures than I was in stepping in to integrating my body with his. Not a bad looking guy by any means, he has his charm. However I think I was more interested in how he came to be and how he thinks. If that makes sensse. Im sure it would have been fun if...

I felt somewhat ashamed at the way my thoughts were going. Nothing nefarious mind you but more along the lines of how to tap into his mind in a way that I could learn. I think its tough for people to share secrets of success... not always.. there are those that want to share in the process of their success in life.

Its not hard to think of ways to get into someones pants. I find its harder to get into someones mind. Sometimes. Its so much more challenging and brings out different kinds of pleasures. Im not saying pleasures arent to be had if I didnt get into his pants. My priorities were different.

We talked about investing in the markets and what seems to be peoples downfall. How the market works, thoeries and basic assumptions on the crash of 2000. I didnt pretend to know a lot about investing and I told him as much, though I was able to impress him with knowing that you can make money in it no matter if a stock is going up or down. He said most people dont realize that because they focus on growth. I said I wasnt like most people and he smiled and said he could tell. I dont know where his mind was going with that but it was something... telling... maybe.

We discussed the decor at the coffeee shop and kind of took it apart. Due to his creativeness he dissected things and made comments on what was congruent and what wasnt. I joined in and felt somewhat haughty in the process. Haughty in the way that, someone had designed this place with an idea in mind and though they might not be what pleases the masses, he had specific intent to create a feeling of...I dont really know... which didnt sit well with my man of the evening.

It was also interesting in that the changes would have made an improvement. Placement of certain ads, wall decorations and paintings on the wall that wouldnt make sense unless something else was improved on.
I found the evening went well, there were moments of silences which I am ok with. It just gives me pause to see where I would like to lead the conversation or not lead at all. Just enjoy the steam rising from my apple cider.

All in all it was a pleasant evening. Disorienting in a way that I never know what people are thinking, I walk up and out of the coffee shop thinking.. what now? We stand outside and we exchange pleasantries and like seasoned social beings we kiss each other on both cheeks, just like the way I like it. I smile at that because you know how I enjoy that. He makes a joke about me wanting to plant one on his lips. I counter with it would have been due to the height difference that would have made my aim off kilter. We laughed and walked to our respective cars.

I have no idea if I will ever hear from this man again. Though I would prefer to, for non sexual purposes... or am I deluding myself?? Maybe thats what he was looking for and if it was... I dont think he will look far to find a bed partner.

As for myself? I enjoyed the time together. Im better for it and look forward to the next one. Whether it be with him or someone else. It might be longer for me to find someone else with his business acumen. Who knows? I might meet the future Bill Gates! :)

74 - sometimes

I met with a man once, he was considerably older than I was. First over the telephone lines, he made me think of hot nights and fun flirtations. Sometimes you just get a feeling. I got the feeling in a big way. After a few phone conversations I decided to go meet with him. He owned his own business and I met him there. We talked and hit it off right away.

I learned during one of our conversations that he was married with children. Whom he would do anything for. I could hear it in his voice. The love for his family was evident. Meeting him was a treat. I was attracted to him. He was a gentleman and one that was full of life.

Not only was I physically attracted to him, I was attracted to his mind. His thoughts were all over the place yet they all came together at the end. He had such business sense that I wanted to tap into his mind and syphon out everything and learn it all.

I never told him of my attraction to him. I think he had an idea. Nor did I act on it. It was new to me at the time to be hungry for someones mind and body at the same time. I didnt know how to approach it, how to handle it or how to present myself even if he were available. Another reason I didnt do anything, I met his family and thought them wonderful.

Prior to the whole family moving and settling into Ottawa I met with him where he lived. I flew there to meet with him and some of his colleages. I spent the day there acomplishing much. The trip was work related and there was nothing more to it than work, though in my mind, scandalous thoughts ran amuck.

It was surprising how jealous I was when I saw them together. Him and his wife. Im not sure if it was because I knew no one else like him, or if it was because I couldnt have him.

I still visit with him once in a while. Or we cross paths somehow at different places. I dont feel the same as I did towards him, I think the distance helped. That the time spent together has lessened, which also helped. There are still memories of what my mind has imagined but never will be.

They are nice memories even if those memories never happened. The thoughts and ideas were pleasant and always good. Maybe that why things happened the way they did. I have something good to add to the memory banks.

I guess thats how things work sometimes.

73 - double

I enjoy the double kiss when greeting someone or when saying goodbye. Its different. I dont have any other way to explain it. Its just different. Not everyone does the double kiss. I like doing things that arent normal for people. Why not? It makes me stand out. It makes people think. It makes them wonder.

Why wouldnt I want peoples mind to think and imagine. I may sound a little self indulgent here but it just gives them something else to think of aside from their daily routine thoughts AND if they arent thinking of those and they are thinking of something else.. Why not give them something else to think about?

I know people dont normally do things like that JUST to make people think. Its not the only reason I do it. I do it because I do like it and I like being different.

When I see people who do DK it makes me smile. I do it with my friends when they introduce me to new people and they all are taken aback by this. I just smile because it makes me smile. My friends expect this from me and they are still sometimes surprised by it. Such is the reaction to something new.

Its a European thing I hear. Maybe I am more so than I thought. I DK and I tan topless. Ill make sure that when I start to drive on the opposite side of the road I am in the proper country for it. :)

So if our paths ever cross. Dont be surprised.

72 - HORROR!!

Ok, heres something I am not proud of. Its something I wish I was never a part of, something that, would that I could, get rid of and never recall again. Its embarrassing and I never would want people to know that.... I am .... affected by something that causes a reaction. Thats right I am unlucky. I seem to have done something to piss someone off for them to have given me this plague. This inconvenient inconvenience. This horror of horrors! This... well you get where I am going ... Its just ... not .. nice!

So I wake up this morning and everything is fine. I go about my day, run some errands, walk the dogs, read a little, did some chores, tidy and the like. All I can say is thank goodness I got all my outdoor activites finished because after I groomed the little pooch to my satisfaction I took a shower and then fed the dogs. I cleaned out the fridge and then started to have an itch. My eye, my left eye to be exact. So I knuckle my eye and that relieves it a bit.

I dont think anything of it until my cheekbone area is a bit itchy too. So I gently rub it. All of a sudden I have a deja vu and run to the mirror. I close my eye and leave it open just enough so I can see. There it is. It looks like a mosquito bite, right on my left eyelid. In my head I curse a blue streak.

I remember the first time this happened (last summer) I was extremely annoyed towards all flying insects that bite. Why? because of all the exposed skin I show, they just had to pick my eyelid?!?! I was livid let me tell you. I found out it wasnt from an insect, but surely a reaction to something. I still havent finished the second part of the allergy test. (more on that later, someone remind me pls) Im sure that will tell me what it is that gives me this reaction.

So back to the present I think 'this thing is going to grow unless I stop it now' What do I do. I wash my face, scrub it clean so a surgeon would be proud. I wash my hands as well to the same extent if not more and lather my hands with extra duty fruity antibaterial cream. There I sit and wait, literally. I do not touch my face, my hands are on my thighs palms facing up.

I can feel the itch grow, I resist. Its so damn annoying and so insistent that makes me want to scratch. I dont, I hold. After a few minutes I stand and look in the mirror again. *sigh* Im not going to win this battle. It is growing. I look to the other side and there is a small dot which soon will grow too unsightly for the public, even to myself.

Though I have taken pictures of the sight to show my family and weve all had a laugh. Why not? It is entertaining. In a sick twisted way. I may not enjoy it happening to me, but I share the things that people might smile and chuckle over.

So now all I have left to do is wait it out. Ive taken an antihistamine to alleviate puffiness, lets hope that helps. I do not usually take anything for anything, not even tylenol if I have a headache. I try to let the body do its job. I have faith in my body. BUT in this case... I like to help a bit with man made drugs (claratin)

The first time it ever happened to me I put myself under house arrest and wouldnt come out of my room It stayed with me for 2 full days before I was returned to my former glory. Its never been that bad again. (ok maybe I didnt lock myself away in my room, certainly my house)

So I will sleep it off and hope that I wont need to call in sick to work for tomorrow.

---------------- NEXT DAY ---------------------

I woke up with my eyes still puffy and it was much better than the day before. I didnt want to call in sick for some reason. So off to work I went, dressed to kill of course. I have to distract them from whats happening in my eyes... so I gave them something else to rest their eyes on *smile*

People close to me that wouldnt miss this abberation in my otherwise almond shaped eyes, I mentioned and engaged in an exchange of 'this is what to do when'...

Other than those I shared it with, there was no one else that knew, unless they just didnt mention it. Which is also possible.

It did make it difficult to spend some face time with someone that I have an ongoing flirtation with. I think he may think I was being coy with my long hair down, flowing over my shoulders and my constant hair tosses.

At the end of the day the swelling had gone down drastically. Thanks goodness. I wasnt back 100% though. The next morning however? I was Golden!!

71 -Pineapples

Common Names: Pineapple, Ananas, Nanas, Pina.

Diet Nutrition
Pineapple is high in fiber and contains modest amounts of vitamin C, potassium and a unique digestive enzyme called bromelain. In addition, pineapple contains other micro-nutrients which some experts believe help protect against cancer and also disperse blood clots for increased heart protection.
Calories in Pineapple:1 cup diced fresh pineapple = 76 calories

I finally learned how to cut a pineapple without losing half of it in the process. It was very interesting. Very simple really. It adds an extra 3-4 minutes if that, but you are left with more to enjoy rather than less.

So the usual, cut off the top and bottom. Usually people would just hack off the outer layer deep enough to get the eyes out as well. This is not what you should do.

Yes we will still remove the skin only this time not deep enough to remove the eyes as well. Cut thinner and leave the eyes in. The idea here is to not to throw out fruit but rather keep most of it for our pleasure.

So, now that the skin has been thinly removed. It will look like alot of work is needed, the eyes are unsightly and not very tasty. Take a knife and if you look closely at the pattern of the eyes, they swirl in a downward spiral.

The V cut is when you cut on either side of the eyes meeting somewhat in the middle at a 10 degree angle or so.

Now we follow a spiral and using a V pattern cut, we cut out the path of the swirl. In the process the eyes are removed from that spiral. We continue to do that throughout the pineapple until there are no more eyes looking at you.

In the end it looks somewhat handsome. The design of your cuts make it look appetizing just as a whole. I should find a way to get photos on here.

I love pineapples and for a while we seem to have it available here. So, we usually cut the pineapple down the middle of the core and slice them up leaving me large slices of pineapple. Enjoy while they are available!

Sweet, juicy and ever so tasty!!

70 - backwards?

Ever 'bitten off more than you can chew', 'bit your nose off to spite your face' 'put your foot in your mouth' ???

I think I am getting ahead of myself OR have gotten ahead of myself. . I think I didnt think things through properly. I didnt strategize. Did I give myself away? Have I gone about it all wrong and ass backwards?

There are things going on that I am not sure if I did something properly or not. If not then.. well.. cant really go back in time and change things now can I. So. Ill have to just take it as they come and let things happen and be on my toes.

Kind of reading the last chapter of a book and trying to figure out how it ended. Thats what it feels like.

I know things will work out because they usually do. Sometimes I just think too much so this could all just be a thought that I have blown out of the water.

Oh well.. it was good to let the thoughts go once in a while. Things always come together in the end and I wont worry anymore.

:) I have an active mind that always wants to be ahead of where it is. I just have to remind myself to stop, step back and take a look around, that usually puts things back into place.

Im sure that if things werent going well, this post would sound very different.

The focus of this post? This blog LOL I didnt go in with a plan so now Im trying to work backwards which I cant so Ill just have to continue :) Its going very well so far. Plus Ill just work with what I have and see what to do with it.

69 - flip

OK so for this post I wanted it to be different. I wanted to flip things around and see what and who is out there. I was thinking of doing a few different things in the theme of what the number suggests... and you all know what I am talking about :) If not.. let me pencil you in for a quick demonstration.*

I dont think there are many people who havent had the pleasure of trying it. If you are out there and havent, well... you should try it. Why not? you only live once and you should ... try new things.

This post is going to be a little different and requires you, yes YOU the reader, male or female. I need not know, if you dont want me to know (your sex, identity, phone number, adress or credit card number) thats fine. Though I do want to know.. one (is all I ask) but if you want to send in more than one thats fine too.

I ask for one of your steamiest, sexiest, hottest sexual experience, dream or fantasy :) It doesnt have to be long. It doesnt have to be co starring yours truly. Though that would surely be quite... satisfying Im sure.

Im all for audience participation :) Now I turn the tables around and find what thoughts, kinks, pleasures, pains, cravings and desires are out there. I know you all have a creative side and I want you to share that with me. Please send to my email... if you are somewhat shy, or feel free to add yours to the comments :) You know where to find my email (I hope)

Now it might take time for you to wade through your vast collection of recollections, thoughts, and fantasies AND put them in writing so I will ask that they be submitted no later than the passing of the New Moon. (if you are reading this and the New Moon has cum and gone please do send me what you have) Enjoy the flow of creative juices!!

Everything will be kept confidential unless otherwise stated by you when you submit your...fancy (via email) to one that is Darling.

Have a happy walk down memory lane and enjoy capturing your fantasies. I hope to have a few entries to ring in my 27th.

* I was teasing, there will be no appointments made for a demo on the act :) Though there are plenty of videos if you are in search for ... higher learning. Play hard!

dream, fantasy, truth or fiction

Im in a hotel somewhere visiting the area, the hotel is nice, airy and clean, the staff is friendly and every room is booked, I was lucky to get a room here. During the day I take advantage of the great weather, taking in the sites and enjoying myself. When I return, I change and head into thepool to do a few laps to relax for the evening. I love the feel of water as is slides and carrasses my body when I move, it feels like a hundred fingers trailing along my body as I push myself to the wall and back. Time goes by and I realize ive been there a couple of hours. I head back up to my room and it seems that the air around me is charged. On the way to my room I find myself looking at people more closely, trying to get into their minds, wondering if they understand the silent offer im sending.

No one returns my gaze and takes me up on my offer, so I head upstairs to my room and decide on listening to some music with a bottle of wine in the hot tub. The heat of the water surrounds me making my body pliant to its wishes, I cannot resist it any longer and I drop my hands into the water where I slowly run fingers along my stomach making it contract and gasp in a breath of air, the lightest touch makes me shudder and I know that tonight I will need release.

I stand up, still in the water and feel for a moment, the drops of water that trails down my body teasing me as my skin has become sensitive. I close my eyes and look forward to laying back on the bed and finding the release thats thick in the air around me. I put on a soft fluffy robe that teases my nipples to hard peaks instantly. I smile and wrap my long hair in a towel atop my head.

With the music turned down low, I bring an untouched glass of wine to the bed and place it on the side table. I lay aginst the pillow behind me and close my eyes and listen to the music and breathe in and out slowly. I find myself drifting a little and after some time has passed I open my eyes and realize thats theres no music to be heard, instead theres a slight noise, a thumping, very faint but audible. I stand, tilt my head to listen more and im curious to whats causing it.

I still feeling the air charged around me and wonder if I should just get on the bed and finish it so that I may rest and sleep deeply. My curiousity gets the better of me and still I move to the sound. Its coming from the far wall, I am drawn to the sound and it gets a little louder as I get closer and the rythm changes a little, I cant be positive. I press my ear against the wall and can hear things more cleary. I feel a little embarrassed and feel like im intruding but I keep my ear pressed against the wall listening now to a constant thump and an occasional moan. My eyes open wider as I realize its a man satisfying himself.

My eyes close and think of the possibilities, is he alone? Is he with someone? Is he pressing himself into a woman? All these thoughts make my body flush with heat and without realizing it, my hand has moved into the folds of the robe and my fingers find its way to the moist area deep inside me. I brace myself agaisnt the wall and imagine myself being taken.

My body aches for release and I work at giving it what it needs. I open my eyes and look to see my phone, I speak into it for a few moments and wait. Then I hear the phone ring and silence on the other end, someone has answered with a gruff 'hello' I quickly say to 'continuue please, dont stop I was turned on, you have me touching myself im so turned on'. Silence on the other end, then a moan and I can hear him stroking again. I moan and as im touching myself and I tell him that im really wet, that im thinking of him stroking hard and fast, matching him stroke for stroke as I touch myself. He moans some more and I feel how wet im getting, how swollen I am, and I tell him that.

Were both breathing faster and Im about to run out of my mind with need and desire. Hes telling me he wished he could see me, touch me take me. I walk out of the room and knock on a door and he freezes I whisper into the phone that he should take advantage of opportuniy knocking.

I see the door swing open and a man in his boxers, we stare at each other and he grabs my arms and pulls me inside and his hands are running all over me trying to get inside the robe to touch my body, my skin. He rips the folds of the robe open and looks down at my body and my chest heaving as I breathe and he cups my breasts and frantically sucks them, pinching the other one making them hard peaks. I run my hands over his hair and his shoulders and his back. He gets on his knees and licks down my stomach which shudders in the wake of his tongue. I moan and feel him lift my leg up and pushes it to the side his hand an anchor at the bend of my knee.

My shoulders are pressed flat against the wall and I push my hips out a little bit and feel his fingers slide inside me and he looks up at me as I gasp when his tongue licks me lightly. He presses his tongue against me and I press my hips closer to him trying to get more pleasure. He opens me wider with one hand and sticks his tongue inside me and thrusts it in and out quickly. I moan and he slips in his fingers deep while hes licking my clit and I moan louder with my head thrown back my neck arched.

Im so close I tell him and he stands up quickly and turns me towards the wall. I spread my legs wide and his hands run from my hips up to my waist and up my arms where he holds both hands above my head so im stretched tight.

The other hand trails back down my body making me shudder and inhale at the heat thats between us. I feel him behind me rubbing against me and I push my ass out a little more and feel him slip inside me.. and slowly he fills me, and once he is deep inside me I grind my hips back into him and we both groan. I can feel myself tighten and he gasps and I pull him out a little and press back and I repeat it as he isnt moving, hes just there, his mouth against my neck mouth open, his tongue sendling tingles straight through my body and I push myself over and over against him feeling him slide in and out of me... and I turn my head and let out a whisper 'please, im so close, please'

Hearing that he lets go of my hands which I dont move and he grabs my hips and starts thrusting in and out of me hard and fast. I hear myself moan louder and louder and he reaches around me and rubs that sweet little spot which drives me over the edge and my body shudders, weakens and all the tension runs out and he holds me up while still driving into me and feeling myself tighten around him he presses in deep into me and presses me closer to him spending himself inside me. We slide down the wall, bodies sated and slick with sweat. We look at each other and smile

68 - television

My life on television. Ive often wondered if my life would be interesting enough to be on television. I know what a strange thought! Am I the only one who has had this thought? Surely not!

What would make a show interesting. What target demographics would I be looking at? Who would watch this show that is my life? Of course they would show me blogging right now if in fact my life was on TV. Does that make for interesting TV? Would that make the cut? Or would it be edited out for content not worthy?

Would my evenings out with well dressed gentlemen be worth watching? would they let viewers see the art of seduction play out? The way I bite my lower lip in thought? Or the way I rub my thigh when I am nervous? Would they want to know what I have in my purse for the night? Would they be privvy to hear and broadcast it to the public, the things whispered in my ears... and to hear my whispered replies??

Would my antics with my sister be shown? the conversations I have with her go from the mundane to the wild. Secrets shared and wishlists revealed. Current male interests discussed, to the nitty gritty details. With lots of laughter and impersonations. I wonder if they would show the personal behind bedroom door scenes? Some times it seems when I look back, it seems that there are a lot of memory spend in that venue.

My home life not very exciting as I save the excitment for... other things. My work outs would be interesting if they could tap into my thoughts. Ive thought of it and have come to the conclusion that it would be interesting to have my life on TV. Not for the sake of being famous or anyhting but for getting to show everyone what happens in my life. The good, the bad and the unexpected.

Now I cant say how long the show would last. Maybe they would follow me around for 6 months and perhaps have enough footage for a season, which is what? I dont even know :) Its an interesting thought. Might never happen, but you never know nowadays! For now I will just blog about it and leave it at that *wink*

How would it be rated? I wonder...