50 + 50 = 100 (Words).

I rub my lips across the tip of your cock, tracing the smooth skin with the very tip of my tongue, and your fingers slip into my hair, fisting tightly. Moisture, salty and sweet, seeps from the tiny eye, coating my tongue, and I press it against the roof of my mouth, savoring your taste. Oh, how I want you. I teasingly run my fingers up the length of your cock, before moving back down to wrap my hand completely around the base. And feeling your cock pulse against my palm, against my tongue has my insides quivering in delight.

50 Words.

Your cock pulses against my tongue as my mouth slowly glides up the hard velvety length of you. And I stop briefly to circle the head, but needing your taste on my tongue, I continue up, dipping my tongue into the tiny eye at the top of your sex. Mmm.

Internet Stalkers…

They’re a rancid bunch, aren’t they?

But unfortunately for all of us, they are out there. And the sad scary fact is that with little more than a tap of the keys, and a click of the mouse, they can seriously fuck with our lives.

Internet stalkers (be they someone we know personally or someone that for one reason or another has become fixated on us) don’t discriminate, we’re all vulnerable. And because we are, we need to stick together to support and protect one another in whatever capacity we can.

I want…

To feel your fingers dig into my flesh as you begin to slowly press into me, my knees pushing insistently against your hips as you take me, inch by inch, until you’re fully ensconced inside me, filling me. Completely.

It’s not too much to ask, is it?

In dreams.

In the dark of night, you come to me
Like a sweet silhouette, invading my dreams

It is there you enslave me, you brand my soul
And I give myself fully, relinquish control

Is it mere fantasy, these feelings you incite
I have no answer, I only know it feels right

I want the feel of your touch, and the taste of your kiss
To have your scent on my skin would be the sweetest of sins

You touch me, though I know you’re not really here
I feel your skin on my skin, your breath against my ear

I moan, soft and sultry, it flutters past my lips
As I imagine the ethereal touch of your fingertips

And as the wind wisps gently, kissing my flesh
It’s as if your breath feathers delicately against my neck

I feel the slide of your tongue, the press of your hips
It may be mere fantasy, but to me it’s bliss

Is it simply an illusion, or do you feel it too
Could you possibly want me the way I want you

The Power of Three.

Compliments of the Minxy One…

Three Names You Go By
SD
Psyche
Bitch (that’s my roommates favorite)

Three Things You Like About Yourself
My eyes
My mouth (which is just a bit up and to your left)
My feet (weird I know, but they’re cute)

Three Things You Dislike About Yourself
My height
My weight
My hair (it’s awful)

Three Parts of Your Heritage
To be honest, I’ve never really given this any thought. Sorry.

Three Things That Scare You
Spiders
Helplessness
Loneliness

Three of Your Everyday Essentials
Coffee
This silly blue bracelet my child gave me (I feel naked without it)
Lip gloss

Three Things You Are Wearing Right Now
Baby blue boy shorts (comfy yet sexy)
Black capri pants
Sketchers black & white flip flops

Three Favorite Bands/Artists (at the moment)
Eminem
Nickelback
Journey (I’m sorry Jeff)

Three of Your Favorite Songs at Present
Photograph - Nickelback
Because of You - Kelly Clarkson
If I’m Not In Love - Faith Hill

Three New Things You Want to Try in the Next 12 Months
Flying (on a plane, ladies and gents, on a plane. I think I was five the last time I stepped foot on a plane)
And I’m sure there are more, but I can’t think of any right now.

Three Things You Want in a Relationship (love is a given)
Trust
Intimacy
Desire

Two Truths and a Lie
I am a 50 year old virgin living out my fantasies through this blog.
Night is my favorite time because of the stars, they relax me and make me dream.
I do not believe that people are destined to truly love only one. It’s lovely in theory, but in reality it just doesn’t work for me.

(Guesses as to which are true and which is false in the comments section, please.)

Three Physical Things About the Opposite Sex (or same) That Appeal to You
Their eyes
Their lips
And because physical appearance isn’t what draws me to someone, that’s all I can think of.

Three Things You Just Can’t Do
Deal with dishonesty
Deal with distrust
Cartwheels (although I continue to try)

Three of Your Favorite Hobbies
Sleeping
Reading
Writing

Three Things You Want to do Really Badly Right Now
Go home because I don’t feel well
Lose myself in sleep until I feel well again
Do some of that flying I was talking about earlier

Three Careers You’re Considering
Writer (Erotica, Romance, Romantic Suspence)
And that’s it because I’m honestly content with what I do now

Three Places You Want to Go on Vacation
California
Minnesota
New York

Three Things You Want to Do Before You Die
Be truly happy
Be loved for the woman I am
Be accepted for the same reason I want to be loved

And there you have it. I don’t do tags, but you’re welcome to do it if you wish.

Without a Touch.

Inspired by the lovely O, who was most certainly more creative than I. I have missed you, dear sweet O.

And this is for you, darling.

Without a touch, you
Steal my breath, pulling from me
What others have not

Igniting desires
Too long repressed, hidden just
Under the surface

Making me feel things
I’d forgotten I could, you
Make me feel alive

Without a touch, you
Have captured my heart, and touched
My soul. I love you.

For the man who shall…

No longer remain nameless.

Back in October (I think), the scrumptious DQ was at her wits end with me, it was obvious that I had a rather impressive crush on somebody, and she wanted to know who.

So she lovingly said, “Enough with all this ‘he who shall remain nameless’ stuff. Who is he? You can tell me. I won’t tell anyone.”

And I knew she wouldn’t, but out of love for him and respect for his privacy, I refused.

At the time, while I knew he felt something for me, I wasn’t sure exactly what that something was, and I certainly didn’t know how he’d feel about being outed in such a public forum.

But I know now.

So DQ, to appease your curiosity, Dane is my internet boyfriend.

I’ve been sitting here for a while trying to find the words to express what this man, a man I’ve never physically met, makes me feel, but no words I come up with say what is in my heart as eloquently as his. So I’ll let his words speak for me as well.

And Dane, my love, if it is weird to feel truly romantic and attached to an internet-only liaison, then you should probably know that I have absolutely no problem being weird. I love you, baby.

“Distance is just a test

to see how far love can travel.”

Anonymous

Rock Meet Hard Place (Asexual Post).

I can probably count on one hand (or less) the number of people who visit this blog that actually know me (i.e. my real name, my real e-mail address, in some cases my phone number and/or my address, etc.), and while certain people don’t know me on that level, I think it bares mentioning that I’d prefer not to be dragged into the middle of something that would pit someone that, while I don’t know this person on a personal level, I have no problems with against a close personal friend. Because when all is said and done, if I’m forced to stand behind (in front or beside) someone, it’ll be my close personal friend. Always. No question.

I’m not going to explain what the hell I’m talking about as those who need to understand, will.

Condom, anyone?

This dress fascinates me…

While it looks a tad uncomfortable, I think I must have one.