When I started “Salacious Desires”–a year ago this month, can you believe that? Time sure flies when you’re having fun (and well, even when you’re not)–my reasons were vast, my intentions were good and my situation was, for lack of a better phrase, complexly simple. And for the most part, it still is. Sure, there have been changes–some good, some bad–in me, in my life, in my marriage–pretty much everywhere–and if I’m being honest, I’m not sorry for any of those changes, even the ones that hurt my heart. Why? Because life, while fascinating and wonderful, isn’t all starlight and moonbeams and it certainly isn’t a walk in the park, it’s tragic and blissful and somber and playful and dispiriting and thrilling–it’s a roller coaster of emotions I want to ride again and again and again, so how can I be sorry for taking that ride, even when it hurts? I can‘t.
But as “Salacious Desires” moves out of its first year and into its second, I don’t want to talk about the changes–good or bad–this year has brought me because some are entirely too personal to recount here and some I’ve already brought to light. So instead of hashing and rehashing all the changes, discoveries, memories and milestones that have occurred in my life since I started this blog, I’ve decided to do something a bit different.
So to commemorate the birth of “Salacious Desires”, I give you 50 things (in no particular order, meaning, I‘m all over the place, but that‘s me–scatterbrained) about SD that you probably don’t know and more than likely could have gone the rest of your life without knowing.
Enjoy.
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1. I was born under the astrological sign Leo–a fixed, fire sign ruled by the sun. I can, in typical Leo fashion, be very stubborn, ridiculously lazy, overly dramatic and insufferably arrogant. But I can be warm, gentle, loving and loyal too.
2. I share my birthday with Percy Bysshe Shelley, who wrote “Love’s Philosophy”, one of my favorite poems.
3. The year? Well, I’m not sharing, a girl’s gotta have some secrets, yes? But I imagine I’m either younger or older than you think. Anyone care to guess?
4. Because there’s some slight confusion as to my “status”, I am still married, but we are and have been separated for quite some time.
5. And yes, my husband knows about my relationship with Dane–there are no secrets, lies or deception between any of us.
6. I have one child of the male species, who happens to be the love of my life. And though, when I was younger, I wanted a whole houseful of happy little children, I do believe I’ve changed my mind.
7. I hate the sun, but I love the beach, hence the reason I typically only go there at night. Besides, it’s so much more enchanting to gaze at the stars twinkling overhead as the heady scent of the ocean intoxicates me and the soft, almost sultry sound of the surf kisses the shore. Sigh.
8. I have an odd affection for wind chimes, which makes absolutely no sense because in the middle of the night, when they get to chiming madly, they keep me awake. But no matter, I think they’re beautiful.
9. I love sunflowers, lots and lots of sunflowers. And lilies. And purple roses.
10. I love to read all kinds of things, but I’m a sucker for a good romance or a nail biting murder mystery.
11. I don’t do mornings. Seriously. I detest them–the birds chirping, the sun slipping through the slats on the curtains, blah, blah, blah… Ugh. No thanks.
12. My favorite color is emerald green, but baby blue does it for me too.
13. And I don’t particularly look good in either of those colors, earth tones are more my style.
14. I’m blonde–everywhere, from top to bottom.
15. And I love it because when I get lazy (which is often) and neglect to shave my legs, no ones the wiser.
16. I’m addicted to coffee–I can’t live without it.
17. I can’t cook.
18. But I can bake with the best of them. Anybody want some cookies? Or perhaps you’d like some brownies? A cake? No problem.
19. I lost my virginity in the front seat of a Buick Century when I was a naïve 16 year old girl and it was the messiest, most awkward, anticlimactic experience of my life.
20. I stayed with my 1st lover until I was 18 and the poor boy never did figure out how to make me come, not for lack of trying though.
21. Nor did my 2nd, 3rd, 5th and 6th lovers. No orgasms for SD (well, none that weren’t self-induced). Sucked to be me.
22. My 4th lover (who happens to be the man I ended up marrying) is, to date, the only man who has been able to physically make me come.
(Pop Quiz: Let’s see who was paying attention… How many lovers (of the male species) has SD had?)
23. But Dane, my love, has made me come (soft, hard, intense, toe curling, sheet grabbing, hip arching orgasms) countless times and he’s yet to physically touch me. Sigh. The mind can be a powerful thing.
24. I have been intimate with a woman, only once, but it was one of the most sensual sexual experiences I’ve had. I absolutely must do it again sometime and I know just the woman I’d love to help me out with that.
25. I’ve never had a threesome of any kind (not in reality anyway), and mores the pity on that because it looks like it’d be great fun.
26. But I did graciously lend my mouth to this lovely lady who thought it’d be a cool idea if we simultaneously blew her boyfriend. And that was great fun.
27. I love being taken from behind, it’s one of my favorite positions, and for reasons that elude me, it seriously turns me on if you (lightly) spank me while you‘re doing it.
28. I have a slightly odd penchant for hot candle wax too. I dunno?
29. I’m short, annoyingly so.
30. My eyes are hazel, but they tend to stay more towards the green side of the color spectrum.
31. I love my feet, seriously, I do. They’re tiny and cute and look great in flip flops or sandals or nothing.
32. And I absolutely love having my toes sucked (don’t ask, I have no clue).
33. Oh, and having my hair pulled, but not hard–softly, gently… yes, just like that. Mmm.
34. I have a filthy, nasty, dirty mouth and while I know it’s not ladylike, I don’t particularly care.
35. I’m somewhat boisterous during sex, but I’m not a talker more of a moaner.
36. I love to sing, but since I can’t sing without damaging peoples sensitive ears, I typically keep it to showers and solo car rides.
37. I cry noisy, loud and often, it’s a wonderful stress reliever.
38. My taste in music is wide and varied, but lately I’ve been stuck on these sappy, overly sentimental love songs.
39. And this would be because as jaded as I like to insinuate I am, I’m really just a hopeless romantic.
40. I’m more than a little obsessed with greeting cards–I love the damn things. I popped into Hallmark last weekend to pick up a card for my mom, my sister and Dane’s wife and what should have been a simple, fairly quick card run turned into and hour and a half of “Oohing and Aahing” over a bunch of sappy cards.
41. And bookmarks too. I have so many bookmarks, I could open up my own damn store, but it’s not my fault really, I mean, if they wouldn’t make the silly things so bloody cute, I wouldn’t be tempted to buy them.
42. I adore glittery things–lip gloss, body lotion, shower gel, body spray, the list goes on…
43. I hate (hate, hate, hate) beer, but I love (love, love, love) mixed drinks (particularly Midori Sours). YUM.
44. And since I can’t hold my alcohol for shit, I get a bit lax with my inhibitions and my mouth when I’ve had more than a couple drinks. And I swear, alcohol’s better than truth serum.
45. I’m a Democrat, but in conversation, I avoid sticky (or more accurately most) political issues because when it comes to politics people are all over the map and if your belief, opinion (what have you) is so far OFF the map that it annoys me, I tend to get bitchy about it.
46. When I was itty bitty, I wanted to be a nurse and then a teacher and then an actress and then a writer, but ironically, I’m non of the above.
47. What I am (as unexciting as it is) is an administrative assistant. Yee Haw.
48. I love blue eyes, they’re so beautiful and bewitching, they make me melt.
49. I’m a snuggler. I love to hold and be held.
50. And making out is, by far, my favorite thing to do. If done right, I could spend hours (literally) losing myself in a kiss. It’s so yummy and good.
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So there you have it. And if I inadvertently skipped a number or miscounted, no problems, we’ll just blame it on the fact that I’m blonde AND scatterbrained.
Before I wrap this up, I’d like to say thanks to all of you who pass through here daily (whether you ever choose to speak up or are more comfortable to simply lurk) for sticking with me because without you, I’d just be talking to myself and what fun is that? You’re all super-fantastic!
And Dane, whom I love so very very much (you know, back in September, I told him that I wasn’t “in love” with him, but (and I wouldn’t blame him if he wanted to take a leaping run in the other direction), I can’t say that anymore–I am) and is, without question, one of the best friends I’ve ever had and Jeff, my sweet sweet friend, who’s been there for me selflessly through both good and bad times without fail and Nina, who is not only unabashedly sexy, but is one kickass friend as well. I love the three of you emphatically. I truly do. Thank you for everything.
Alright, enough with the sappy stuff, I’m out.
