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If I were your fantasy...
Posted:Feb 28, 2014 12:11 pm
Last Updated:Sep 18, 2020 7:13 am

What would I be wearing?

Where would we go?

What would we do?

What would you like to hear me say?

...just curious...
(don't let that curiosity kill the pussy... cat)

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regrets.... I've had a few...
Posted:Feb 28, 2014 11:45 am
Last Updated:Mar 1, 2014 4:36 pm

I posted this yesterday, " [post 3348039] " ,hid it today, now can't figure out how to bring it back!

Perhaps this weekend will bring me more productive and interesting thoughts....
lame duck season
Posted:Jan 22, 2014 4:24 pm
Last Updated:Sep 18, 2020 7:13 am
Some people come into your life for a lifetime.... Some for just a season.

The trick is knowing which is which.
In my heart, I know
Posted:Jan 22, 2014 3:41 pm
Last Updated:Jan 22, 2014 3:43 pm

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Posted:Jan 22, 2014 3:35 pm
Last Updated:Jan 22, 2014 5:20 pm

Do you ever just feel as if there are so many things going on in your life... so many directions to turn... so many paths to take.... choices to make...

I just get DIZZY! My head is spinning... I can't keep up - can't see straight!

I need to just sit for awhile and decompress. Maybe a glass of wine in the hot tub...

But, I forgot - I brought paperwork home!

No rest for the work-aholic....
Posted:Jan 20, 2014 3:10 pm
Last Updated:Jan 21, 2014 2:54 pm

Is there anything more frustrating than having a picture in your head of your future... things falling into place.... you see the proverbial "light at the end of the tunnel"... you feel amazingly happy and at ease... then a boulder rolls into the tunnel and blocks your path.

misery - hopefully short-lived!

That moment when...
Posted:Jan 11, 2014 5:57 pm
Last Updated:Sep 18, 2020 7:13 am
... you look into my eyes and smile, and I feel as if I can fly!
buongiorno principessa!
Posted:Jan 11, 2014 5:00 pm
Last Updated:Jan 11, 2014 5:02 pm

I always raised my in an open and honest fashion. I was never afraid to say anything to them and in return they were never afraid to say anything to me. They both grew up in the real world of a single mom with two young . They knew the realities of a home with a single mom, of a father who was nowhere to be seen - of being poor.

They also grew up being encouraged to help. To help others. To help each other. To help themselves. In that order. I hope that they never felt sorry for themselves, and if they did they never showed it. I don't feel that I raised good . I feel that I gave them the tools that they needed to grow up and become productive adults without my help.

All of that being said, I will be the first to admit that I spoiled my . My knows, without a doubt in his mind, that he is a very intelligent, very sensitive, very creative young man - and he is right. My is 20 now, but she will always be my Princess, and will always be treated as such.

My one hope is that the "King of the nerds" and the "Princess" rule their world with the same heartfelt love and kindness that they have shown to me for the last 22 years.
un-jaded lady
Posted:Jan 11, 2014 4:35 pm
Last Updated:Jan 16, 2014 3:49 am

I have been divorced twice. I know that my profile says that I am single, but after being divorced for 12 years, I feel as if I have been single for most of my life. Neither one of my marriages ended well, but the second one was a truly horrible experience. It had been a very abusive marriage, and the divorce was not by his choice. When I left, he found it hard to let go and the abuse and terrorist tactics continued.

Should I hate men? Should I be afraid to start a new relationship? Should I feel sorry for myself? Maybe I should just be an angry spinster for the rest of my life...

I instead choose to feel that I picked a couple of rotten apples, but that does not mean that I should never eat an apple again. There are many good people in the world. I still feel that there is one out there meant for me. Will it take me another 12 years to find him? Have I already found him and I just haven't realized it yet? Time will tell, but until it does...

I refuse to be jaded.

That says it all...
Posted:Jan 10, 2014 4:15 am
Last Updated:Jan 10, 2014 3:27 pm
I am kind of a nerd - especially when it comes to language. I have been known to sit and leaf through a dictionary, thesaurus or encyclopedia while watching the History Channel. I took diction classes in high school ( not that one could tell since my stroke ). I revel in annoying my by insistently holding entire conversations on word origin.

Bored yet? Waiting for the sexual content in this blog? Don't hold your breath...

I was thinking yesterday about the chaos that was my life throughout 2013. It was pandemonium! What a great word...

Of course I looked it up!!!

In Greek, "pan" means "all". "Demon" means exactly what it means in English. A word ending in "ium" means "dwelling place". So, pandemonium is the dwelling place of all demons. In Milton's "Paradise Lost", he used the word to name the capital of Hell.

What an apt description... Good riddance, 2013!
And, yes... I do post about other than my sexual experiences...
Posted:Jan 9, 2014 5:22 pm
Last Updated:Jan 10, 2014 3:53 am
I need a vacation - someplace warm with cool drinks...
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Steamy Windows
Posted:Jan 9, 2014 5:15 pm
Last Updated:Jan 10, 2014 3:51 am
Steamy Windows by Tina Turner

I was thinking about parking the other night
We was out on a back road
Me and my baby was just getting right
All our systems on overload
Radio blasting in the front seat
Turning out the music fine
We was snuggled up in the back seat
Making up for lost time

Steamy windows
Zero visibility
Steamy windows
Coming from the body heat

You can wine and dine with a man all night
With good intent
But there is something about
A confrontation on a back road
Breaks down the defense

Steamy windows
Zero visibility
Steamy windows
Coming from the body heat

Steamy windows
Ain't nobody can see
Steamy windows
Coming from the body heat

There's a sound outside the front door
And I know that's just the wind
And it makes him snuggle up
Just a little bit closer
And start things happening again

Steamy windows
Ain't nobody can see
Steamy windows
Coming from the body heat

Steamy windows
Zero visibility
Steamy windows
Coming from the body heat

Having worked in retail for a good chunk of my life, I've worked with many college . I tend to get along well with them. They think I'm cool.... go figure...

One Christmas season when I was in my 20's, one of these co-workers invited me to a party at his frat house at Notre Dame. I was single at the time and sitting home alone a lot ( when I wasn't working one of 3 pt jobs - but that's a subject for another blog ), so I figured it wouldn't hurt to get out - a little beer & pizza... a little schmoozing...

There were so many people at this party, I had to park on a dark side street about 4 blocks away. Damning my decision to wear a skirt and heels, I made my way to the house. I didn't have to knock on the door - they had it hanging wide open! The party-goers didn't care - they were all pretty toasted.

I couldn't find my co-worker, so I grabbed a beer and a plate of food and found an empty chair in the back hall. Yes - I was hiding... but it didn't work for long.

It was immediately evident that she was drunk. She perched unsteady on my knees and leaned down to adjust the strap on her shoe. She turned to look at me over her shoulder and giggled... told me her name and asked if I was dating one of the frat boys. We small-talked a bit. She said she liked my outfit and I looked pretty in it. The situation had me feeling a little off-balance... especially the way she kept looking directly into my eyes when I spoke. She had long, dark hair and very dark eyes. She also had one of the brightest smiles and the nicest cleavage I had ever seen.

About 15 minutes after she sat down, I had forgotten the beer, food - the party. She kept staring at me.... smiling... leaning close... whispering in my ear...

Then it happened. Her hand brushed my nipple on its way up to tuck her hair behind her ear. On its way back down, her hand again brushed my now-hardened nipple. I gasped and she giggled. The next thing I knew, we were full-on kissing and her hand was groping my left breast. I vaguely recall sliding my hand under her skirt as we kissed.

She had a place across campus, but we didn't make it that far. We had incredibly hot sex in an incredibly cold Buick - steamed up the windows and rocked the boat.

Therein lies the story of my first experience with girl-on-girl sex.....
One chilly evening in Pittsburgh....
Posted:Jan 8, 2014 3:59 pm
Last Updated:Jan 9, 2014 3:54 am
He was in Pittsburgh on a business trip, and I had flown in to meet him. He took care of some business, we had some purely vanilla "I love you and miss you" sex, and went out for a very nice dinner and drinks. As was typical, he chatted up the hostess, the waitress, the couple at the next table - and a young lady in a very tight dress who was sitting all alone at a table in the corner.

After dinner, we started a frigid walk back to our hotel. I'm such a baby - by the time we arrived, he was trying to walk with me huddled inside his wool trench coat, pressed against his body for warmth. He took me up to the room, upped the temperature and threw me (not exaggerating) into a steamy shower while he "turned down the bed".

When I walked steaming from the shower, he was waiting....

He threw me (again literally) over the edge of the huge bed. A flogger appeared in his hand, and he gave me a few solid smacks with it. The sound was incredible and the sting even worse on my damp skin. He leaned down to kiss me, rubbing the sting away.

That peaceful moment was short-lived. He scooped me up and carried me to the wall of windows that looked down over the city. Setting me down facing the windows, he bent me over, pressing my breasts against the ice-cold glass and entering me from behind. He growled during sex (which I LOVE), and he held my jawline firmly between his teeth like a wild cat claiming his mate.

My nipples were freezing.... the rest of me was on fire.... my head was spinning...

I felt as if the whole city must be able to see and hear what we were doing, but neither one of us cared. Growling in my ear one last time, he lifted my feet off the floor for the final thrusts, and I reached orgasm just before he did.

I slept soundly in his arms for hours...

I love Pittsburgh
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