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The Date (Part 1)
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Posted:Jan 6, 2009 7:06 pm
Last Updated:Jan 6, 2009 11:55 pm
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His note was specific. It detailed where to go, when to be there, what to wear, where to sit, and what to order. She held the card in her hand, opened just enough to see the handwriting. Her heart pounding lively inside her chest, she closes the card and brings it to her lips. The cool card stock against her full lips, she inhales through her nose, causing her nostrils to flare. The scent on the card reminds her of sensual candles, a light fragrance pleasing to the senses. She smiles behind the card, and gently tucks it back into her pocket.
She turns her attention to the box before her. Curious of the contents she picks up the box and lightly shakes it. It has a lightness to it, but there is obviously something slightly moving around inside. She smiles at the note. Do not open until 5pm. A quick glance to the clock reveals 10 minutes remaining on the count down. Impatiently she sets the box back on the table, pretending to be straightening the bow. Nine minutes left.
Something to do. She gets up and takes the coffee cup from this morning back to the sink. After washing, rinsing and putting the cup into the dishwasher, she returns to the table and notices the small package again. Again she sits in front of it and admires the bow, pretending to straighten it. She leans back and casts a glance towards the clock, 8 no… 7 minutes. Exasperated she throws herself back against the couch.
So what if it’s 7 minutes before 5. She has disclosed her time relativity theory to him. He seemed to understand and have a similar point of view towards time. Her mind swarms with temptation, while the last shred of willpower falls to the side. Eagerly she grabs the box, coyly looking around to the empty room, as if she is about to discover a secret, she tugs at the bow and the ribbon falls loosely to the sides of the box. She sets the box back on the table, contemplating the violation of trust. Her cheeks hurt from smiling so hard, in excited anticipation of what the contents would be. Slowly and as quietly as a mouse, she lifts the corner of the lid and bends down to peek in.
The tissue was the same scent as the card, and the aroma filled her breath. As the lid of the box is removed she discovers a folded note card. A warm heat rose over her cheeks as she opened the card and read, “It isn’t 5:00. You naughty little sprite. Plans have changed. Wear your little gift here.” A couple lines down it said: “You may wear a coat for traveling.” Embarrassed and caught, she blushed as she unfolded the tissue in the box. She ponders opening the box early, though only minutes. She thinks about the embarrassment she experienced in that fleeting moment when she read the card and knew that his knowledge base of her was so broad, so encompassing that he knew definitively, before she even knew herself, that she would open the box, and betray his command.
She feigned indignation at the possibility that she might have waited and been able to say with clear conscience that she’d waited, and still found a card that doubted her willpower for a split second. That was when she realized that the moment had been before her, and she buckled. That moment had passed and what was before her now, was the sole thought that he knew before she did, what her decision would be. A smile crossed her lips.
Within the folds of the tissue, upon a bed of rose pedals laid a simple folded square of black satin, crowned by matching blindfold. She reached in and removed the silky blindfold and admired the intricate stitching that fastens the elastic bands to the blindfold itself. She holds the soft fabric to her face, covering her eyes, and gently pulls the elastic down the back of her head. Instantly her senses awaken, and she becomes keenly aware of the cool fabric on her warm skin, the sudden pitch black that consumes her sight, and the sudden unfamiliarity of sensory deprivation in such a familiar surrounding. She pulls the blindfold off and lays it on the couch next to her.
She pulls out the folded black fabric and it gently unfolds to a black satin teddy. Her loins begin to warm, as she admires the sexy, slick fabric. She feels the warmth envelop her body, giving a new urgency to getting ready for her date.
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Random Musings...
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Posted:Jan 3, 2009 6:53 pm
Last Updated:Jan 3, 2009 6:56 pm
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I'm having a great deal of difficulty focusing on much lately. A friend asked me if I was "twitterpated". Suddenly I'm off in the woods following Flower through a patch of tall daisies. He spins around and falls back in those flowers with his tail wrapped around his beautiful face, brilliant eyes gleaming up at me. And I think, "Sure, why not? Twitterpated."
Compliments of our friends at UrbanDictionary:
Twitterpated:
1) to be completely enamored with someone/something.
2) the flighty exciting feeling you get when you think about/see the object of your affection.
3) romantically excited (i.e.: aroused)
4) the ever increasing acceleration of heartbeat and body temperature as a result of being engulfed amidst the xhilaration and joy of being/having a romantic entity in someone's life.
When he smiled at her, the rush of warm, fuzzy, excited sensations that filled her made her realize she was completely twitterpated with this man.
So what if I'm twitterpated. I'm enjoying it. Actually, enjoying the hell out of it!! Isn't fun to be giddy with excitement when you think of someone? Isn't cool to get a lusty, burning ache in your loins when you hear that person's voice?
He let me rub my crotch up against his knee while my legs straddled his at the coffee shop. I caught the eyes of a gentleman behind us that seemed to be very aware of our mischief. I know a dozen people had to come and go during our stay, the background blur was a constant flurry. All I could do was sit and watch the little flecks of color in his eyes dance around a deep and inviting window. As I nestled my pussy against his knee I reminisced of straddling his torso and sliding down on his cock. His eyes danced then too.
His body reads mine like a book written just for him. There isn't a place that he could touch me that doesn't ignite my insides. His presence is very consuming, and I find myself quite enamored by his level of attentiveness to me. I enjoy how my body responds to his.
I'm damn horny again. What ever will I do about that? Perhaps it is time to find another remote to sacrifice the batteries on. tee hee... I already used my Christmas batteries up!
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Resolutions?? Ack Pft!
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Posted:Jan 1, 2009 11:48 am
Last Updated:Jan 8, 2009 11:16 am
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This year I am chucking resolutions to the curb. To heck with it, I'm just going to enjoy this next year, day by day, without spending the first three months stressing about some weight-loss goal, some habit-changing behavior, or some professional goal I've cast in stone to feed my ego.
I can see where people set themselves up for negative outcomes when getting gah-gah over New Year's Resolutions. It comes from the stories the (our) ego feeds the (our) mind, a story of things we are not, things that stand between us and happiness. Happiness is not a place. Therefore, literally nothing can stand between you and happiness. Living and experiencing life generates happiness.
There are a couple of books that I've been reading over the last few months (yes, months hehehe..) that have really helped with some internal healing and changing my perspective towards my own expectations and requirements of myself. I've enjoyed experiencing life's lessons a little bit more, and taken things a lot less personally. Been more of a "participating witness" rather than a victim.
Negativity is so taxing. I had a tiny little bout of negativity influence my ability to stay in the present this morning. Once I realized I was reacting instead of experiencing I brought myself back... but I'd already slid into a reaction and within minutes was beating myself up about sliding backwards. I had to leave the situation completely, find my center and rekindle my white light. Within moments I was back in my happy place, but I lost several long minutes of my life to a two or three second flair up of ego. What the hell is that all about??
I guess that is where I was going when I started this posting. When you set these resolutions, or expectations of yourself, you set yourself up for potential disappointment. So I'm not saying you shouldn't have aspirations and goals, but resolutions.. ack.. pft.
Compliments of Webster:
Entry Word: resolution
Function: noun
Text:
1 a position arrived at after consideration<her resolution
to become a vegetarian is based on what she recently
learned about modern farming practices>– see decision 1
2 firm or unwavering adherence to oneʼs purpose<that
athleteʼs resolution to win is amazing>– see determination
Entry Word: aspiration
Function: noun
Text:
1 eager desire for personal advancement<a combination of
aspiration and hard work made her the top female athlete
in the state>– see ambition 1
2 something that one hopes or intends to accomplish<college
is his immediate aspiration after he graduates from high
school>– see goal
This year I will have New Year's Aspirations. I aspire to enjoy each day to its fullest. I aspire to have positive experiences in my relationships and interactions with others. I aspire to learn more about someone new in my life. I aspire to keep his toes curled and keep his cheeks hurting for as long as I can, and every chance I get!
I aspire to communicate openly and freely my ideas, aspirations, opinions and desires. I aspire to experience peace by living in the now and working to keep my ego and its stories in check. I aspire to be a better human "be"ing.
I aspire to live, love and laugh.
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The Bath
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Posted:Dec 29, 2008 3:24 am
Last Updated:Sep 11, 2009 11:29 am
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The day was just starting to warm up, and I'd been playing outside all morning, laboring in the yard. So when I got inside I went straight to the bathroom, drew up a nice hot bubble bath, and hung the DND sign on the door.
The bathroom was filled with the moist heat from the bath, the fresh fragrance of lavender, with a hint of vanillia filled the room. The mirror starting to fog from the outer edges creating a nice omniscent halo around my reflection, the soft white light contrasting gently with the shadows to cast an image before me that brought a smile to my lips.
I watch intently at the reflection in the mirror as she teasingly pulls the clip from her hair, letting her curls cascade down her neck and shoulders. She slides her fingers up from the base of her neck and fluffs her hair. Leaning in forward towards my own image before me, I notice the way my breasts have shifted forward, loosely contained by the borders of my robe. I press my elbows together and lift my cleavage up, enjoying the sultry tan that gives tantalizing depth to my busom. Slowly I allow the weight of the robe to pull itself off. Slipping over my shoulders. and down my arms as they hand at my sides. I admire the woman in the mirror. I trace my finger along the outline of my breast, and watch as the woman in the mirror mimicks my every move. I watch as her fingers gently trace the soft dusty pink outline of her nipples, and gently lick my lips as she lightly pinches a nipple between her thumb and forefinger.
I watch her other hand as it dips beyond the margin of the mirror, below the counter, and presses against her body. Gently, ever so lightly, I feel her fingers gently brush against my crotch. I watch her in the mirror as she mischeivously brings a finger to her lips and moistens it with her silken tongue. She gathers my gaze, and my hand, and brings it towards the center of my passion. Lightly probing, gently flicking her soft finger against the inner recesses of my mound, now becoming intensely warm. I watch over my shoulder as her image turns away and steps into the steaming bath.
The heat being nearly unbearable, I can feel it as it turns my skin crimson, as I slowly inch down into the rainbow bubbles, I feel the stress of the day leaving, and a sensual calming replace what earlier was keyed up nerves. The bubbles coming up to my chin, covering my breasts completely. I admire the tan, tone look that my legs have jutting out from the bubbles, and lather up a shave gell before smearing the foam over my legs, one at a time, and then gently taking the razor from the tray beside the bath. Each stroke from ankle to knee leaves a nice path of hairless skin, soft and moist from the richness in the lather. I repeat the process until both legs are baby soft, and then I take a handful of latered shaving gel and kneel in the tub, bringing my hand to the soft tuft of hair just north of my pussy. I gently shave the edges and clean up the days growth.
My favorite time to touch myself is immediately after shaving. The silkiness, and softness, is simply irresistable. I am overcome by the urge to slide a finger between my labia, and gently tease myself, probing and exploring the warm, moist entrance to my sexual being. With one finger nuzzled inside me, I cup my clit in the palm of my hand as I ease myself back into the bathtub. The hot water reigniting the heat building deep within my loins, as I plunge my finger in as deep as I can. A sharp intake of breath leaves my lips and and know that I can't possibly finish my bath, until I finish myself off. I reach up and grab the shower nozzle, and inspect it for a good spray.
I read once about a woman who used her shower massager to get herself off, so I thought to myself that I should give it a try. The power pulse is a little too strong, I could feel the hot rush of water filling my insides, pulsating and throbbing, but battering my poor little clit until it felt ultrasentsitive. The lighter version of the pulse just didn't quite work either. In a moment of genious, I decided to lay the washcloth across my pussy, and use it as a buffer between the torrent pulse of the shower head and my clit. The washcloth absorbed the water and created a gentle shield for my tender skin against the powerful pulsating that came from the shower head. With my free hand, I slid one leg up and propped it against the water spicket, and cupped my hand around my buttock until I could feel my fingers dancing around the slick opening to my pussy.
I slipped a finger inside , at just the same moment I found the right spot for the shower jet to rest, teasingly thumping my clit into an erect,hard little button. I start sliding my finger in and out, enjoying the slickness of the juices coating my fingers and filling the palm of my hand. The dizzying feeling of an orgasm getting closer and closer, I can feel the heat filling me from the inside, causing my body to writhe uncontrollably under my own hands.
I stop myself short of cumming several times, gently bringing myself back to a calmer state before picking up the pace and nearly losing control again. The final time, I cannot stop, the thrashing of water against my sopping pussy, slick with my own juices, and bringing my internal temperature to a new peak, I cum hard, milking my own fingers inside me as my orgasmic contractions squeeze and release inside me with a force I had not known. The quivering and spasms continue well after my orgasm rips through my inner core. I finally feel the constrictions begin to lessen inside me, as I slowly regain composure. I allow my own fingers to slide out of me, sloppily, and saturated with cum. I pull my hand out of the water, and spread my fingers, the slick cum creating delicate little strings between my fingers as I pull them apart. I bring my hand to my nostrils and can smell my own pleasure still thick but lightly perfumed with the lavender and vanillia lingering from the bath.
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Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus
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Posted:Dec 27, 2008 9:32 am
Last Updated:Jan 10, 2009 11:44 pm
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I am not sure if there was one specific big event or if it was a combination of several small events over the span of a year, but some how - some way... I must have made the "extremely good" list this year!
There is a foot of snow outside. It was a picturesque Christmas this year. If you had been outside our home looking in through the window you would have seen warmth, love, laughter, togetherness, and the spark of a new friendship. I personally was blessed this year. It couldn't have come at a better time!
I've been working towards living in the now, actively practicing exercises that reinforce the engerizing feeling of living in the moment, witnessing it for what it is, and moving on rather than having it affect me long after the moment has passed, or making judgements and decisions on things before the moment has occured.
Sounds like mumbo jumbo to some I'm sure, but I've had remarkable experiences since I've emotionally committed to actively practicing this, just barely a week and a half ago. I feel alive, and feel the pleasure of each experience for what it is, an experience. My toes have not curled so hard in so long.
I met someone over the holidays, that is mysterious, intriguing, intelligent, *sexy*, seemingly sexually uninhibited... someone straight off a wish list. And Santa just plopped him right in my lap. Literally! Wow! Yippie!
Mental Note: I need to send him a Thank You card!
I have a little Saturday morning hunger going on. Perhaps I will browse the lovely pics and get myself all worked up. I could test the waterproof vibrator, see if it is still waterproof. I've gotten a second opinion on the electrocution risk associated with triple A batteries versus the volume of water that the shock would be dispersed in. I think it would only hurt the vibrator, though I might get a little bzzt, but it wouldn't likely hurt me. Probably excite me more! hehehe.. yum!
Laterz folks. I hope everyone out there had a fabulous Christmas. Mine certainly was! Memorable for sure!!!
Peace out..
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A momentary pause in the flutter called life....
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Posted:Dec 21, 2008 11:14 pm
Last Updated:Jan 28, 2009 12:01 pm
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The coffee was great. The company was delightful. The kissing/making out ... well... that was just the cherry on the top of the day!
I think this deserves fresh batteries!
Peace
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Ramblings and utterances of an insane mind
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Posted:Dec 21, 2008 1:13 am
Last Updated:Sep 11, 2009 11:33 am
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Today has been a fairly easy day. Lots of shopping, crowd craziness, and planning for the big day. I feel like I've kind of backed myself into the corner again. At least I have the big Santa gift taken care of already. I've got some serious shopping left to do though.
So yesterday I had a little bit of a pity party, and it tried to slip into today, but I nipped it early. There is so many movies on cable this week, sappy lovey dovey movies. I've got to stop bringing chocolate into this house. I know it would be smarter to just not eat it if it does make it into the house, however that would only work if I had will power!
This morning I laid in bed contemplating what fantasy would get me off harder. The one that ended up working was the age old rough tumble, hair pulling, and aggressive sex. I love the submissive role, and haven't assumed the role in so long. It is funny how you can talk with someone about incredibly intimate details of your life, but expressing to them that you want to be dominated by them or that you want them to inflict a little pain is very difficult, especially when it conflicts with that persons impression of what love is about.
I guess it comes with knowing and understanding boundaries. Someone who has never explored those boundaries might not be comfortable with someone else's boundaries, let alone thier own.
Has anyone else out there ever had difficulty telling a lover that they wanted something out of them they were unaccustomed to participating in? I've mentioned and hinted in the past, that I desired a little roughness, or that I wanted to engage in a little role playing. Unfortunately I've always felt self-conscious about asking someone to play that way with me, especially when they are unfamiliar to the whole BDSM roles.
I'm extremely randy lately, must be getting close to time to blood-let again. Wonder what it is that makes me so damn hungry for the week before the period?
Welpers, I have totally wasted the last 3 hours reading blogville. That is exactly what I was afraid I would get back into the habit of. I totally have to keep from becoming a blog addict again!
It is late, and I need to go to bed. Maybe a quicky before I fall asleep. I have fresh batteries and everyone else in the house is asleep! Couldn't ask for more (under the circumstances heheh)!
Nite folks!
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Saturday...Finally!
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Posted:Dec 20, 2008 9:57 am
Last Updated:Dec 22, 2009 11:38 pm
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What a crazy, unpredictable week this has been!
So with the approaching holiday I have become increasingly aware of how lonely I am. I was reflecting on Christmas last year, and I remember it was quite busy... but I was involved with someone and had a great deal of joy going on. The difference is that this year, it is still busy and I'm not trying to wedge time in to see anyone between the chaos.
I find myself contemplating what it is I really want at this point in my life. The conflict I carry is that I don't want to feel dependent on someone, or have someone depending on me. But I do want that sweet rush of warmth that envelopes your body when you know your going to see that person.... I want chivalry, I want someone who is in awe of me and would walk 10,000 miles to be with me (ok, that one is kinda freaky, maybe proverbial miles). I would like someone that I could have interesting conversations with, who won't agree with everything I say but doesn't call me fucking liberal for having differing opinions than him (especially political opinions).
Where is that man? The one's that take your breath away still after so many years. The ones that adore the woman they are with.
Wow.. this is kinda pukey, lame and out of character for me. Where is the well-hung man that can be a beckon-call boy/man toy?! He needs to be able to snowboard (or ski), have a place of his own that I can "get away" to, a flexible schedule and a limber body! Yum!
I totally have to get back to myself. If anyone sees me out there.. send me back, the village is looking for me.
Time to do laundry - I need some fresh, clean panties!
Be well peoples. It sets a good example for those of us who are looking for "well".
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Perfect Day... a Multiple Snowgasm Day!
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Posted:Dec 17, 2008 11:44 pm
Last Updated:May 30, 2024 12:19 pm
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I can't say when I've had as much fun as I had today. It was a bluebird day, a little crisp, but incredible! It really sucked having to come down and go to work. But honestly my body isn't what it used to be, and I certainly don't want to be walking funny tomorrow, so it was probably a good thing I only gave the mountain a few hours.
I found my pod, got it charged in time, had a foo foo coffee on the way up... donated two bags of food to the drive, got a parking spot near the lodge... it was perfect. And the snow.... light, powdery... delightful!
I can't wait to go again now! Maybe I can squeeze a snow day outta my boss next week. Milk 'em for a little guilt.
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Going after the first snowgasm of the season
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Posted:Dec 16, 2008 11:45 pm
Last Updated:Dec 20, 2008 10:22 pm
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I am totally stoked for tomorrow! My plan is to get onto the mountain for a few hours before work! I think the weather should be decent, though I expect it to be damn cold!
I wrote a blog entry earlier today, but somehow lost it before it got posted. I think I encountered a PEBCAK error. No worries though, it was just random ramble.
It's late and I'm off to bed.. to dream of the white fluffy stuff. I wish I knew where the pod was, I could charge it tonight and have tunes for my ride! Oh well...
Peace, Out.
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Wow...It has been a million years
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Posted:Dec 13, 2008 1:47 pm
Last Updated:Jan 8, 2009 9:28 pm
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Or at least it feels like a million years since I've been on.
New pics, new format, new features... Makes a fish out of water feel nervous.
It's snowing like crazy outside and all I can think about is when I'm going to get out and play in it. Maybe this week before work!
I will have to get back into the blog scene and see what has changed there. Wonder if the same people are still out there.
Take it easy folks... and drop a line if you wanna say Hi!
L
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