Room Service Please??
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Posted:Jul 25, 2010 9:18 am
Last Updated:Jul 28, 2010 10:00 pm
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It has been one hell of a weekend. I ended up driving to Orlando Friday night to see my cousin who was quite suddenly hospitalized. He'll be okay and that isn't really what this is about.
So I splurge on a hotel room for Friday night. Yeah, I will never, ever see hotel rooms the same again.
Now instead of a hotel room being for sleep it is some newly discovered bunker holding this arsenal of sexual equipment. There was not much sleeping. In fact I sat on the desk and took stock of each and every possible sexual angle/position and piece of equipment possible in the room. Don't know what I mean? Check out 2leadU2leadU's post SEXUAL POSITIONS, ROMPS AND THE ARSENAL AT HAND. It is all his fault! Okay he wasn't responsible for the fact tha I was alone in my surveying of this room just the thoughts behind the survey.
I counted 11 pillows on that immense bed. I began to wonder how fast I could remove a pillow from its case. I started to wonder how hard one could pull on the drapes before they came down. I noticed the headboards are all now attached to the walls (someone complained about them banging against the walls I guess). But that leaves no real spot to tie up. That of course started a search through the room of all the places one could tie things (or me) to. Not too much, I wonder if the sprinkler would go off if I got tied to that? Crazy, I know
And I would like to compliment hoteliers on the height of their beds. I am a tall girl I like a bed that comes all the way up to my hips. Perfect height as far as Im concerned. That being said the arm of the couch was way too low unless positions are shifted. Could flip the coffee table over and - okay now I'm digressing.
So the hotel rooms are now a sexually strategic playground and no longer passed over as unimportant in my mind. Sure I looked around my house/bedroom like this after reading the post but a hotel room is an unknown zone until you walk in the door. There is so much to be discovered and tried. And I love not having to clean up after myself.
Of course I filled out a comment card.  I let them know that the television should not be directly above the desk. It is too easy to hit your head on it when you are sitting on the desk being eaten out. Think they will make adjustments to layout based on my recommendation?
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How to properly prepare for a wedding.
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Posted:Jul 22, 2010 2:44 pm
Last Updated:Jul 28, 2010 10:00 pm
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Remember that staunchy wedding I attended in Palm Beach a few months ago? Yeah I don't remember much about it either.
However I am headed to another cousin's wedding in Chicago in August. This one is going to be a blast. If I were there right now I would be throwing his bachelor party myself! He is the only family member who knows I'm on this site and probably expects to find me screwing somebody fun in the coat closet.
Now as most women would prepare for an upcoming wedding by heavy dieting and maybe working out, shopping for dresses and the like. I have to be slightly different (I'm far from typical). You see my cousin is quite particular on how I should prepare myself for this wedding. Today he sent his request to me as follows:
"I fully expect you to be practicing your drinking for my wedding. I do not want you to show up here out of drinking shape and embarrass yourself and your family. Thus, I urge you to be diligent about this important matter."
So I must practice - for the sake of family honor. And one should never let a groom down! Guess that liquor cabinet of mine needs a little cleaning out... wanna come over and help?
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The sounds of longing...
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Posted:Jul 21, 2010 7:52 pm
Last Updated:Jul 28, 2010 10:02 pm
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I sigh as I climb into the freshly made bed.
I sigh as I squirm around in that bed a little, feeling the sheets caress my skin.
I sigh as I stretch out on my stomach, naked and exposed to the luxury of a simple touch.
But then when I feel your fingers painting soft imaginary designs down my back – well that’s a different sigh altogether.
I gasp as you tease my breasts; running your hands up the side of my body.
I gasp as your fingertip attentions make my hips rise up; put me on all fours.
I gasp as you tickle the skin cells just outside of my non-existent panties
But then when I feel you slowly enter me, your hands on my hips – well that’ a different gasp altogether.
I moan as you pause deeply inside me.
I moan as you pull yourself all the way out and slowly go back in.
I moan as your hands claim ownership of me.
But then when I feel you grab me hard and hear your grunts of release – well that’s a different moan altogether.
As amazing as every sigh, gasp and moan might be they pale in comparison to the little sounds my lips make when I’m smiling from such a wonderful thought.
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Perfect, well almost
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Posted:Jul 17, 2010 7:28 pm
Last Updated:May 20, 2015 9:31 pm
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In stark contrast to last night I must describe today, a nearly perfect day.
Sleeping in – sure I woke early due to a slight bit of alcohol last night, but I lounged in bed for hours.
Step outside and find it is a bright sunny day but oh so hot. Time to go see a movie. A thriller movie that’ll make me think. I love it when the movie ends and I’m still in my seat; not jumping up to go. It wasn’t that I wanted to read the credits it was that I wanted that dark place to think about what I just saw; break it down, get at the deeper levels. Okay with some good music in the background, but that’s the way life should be!
Then dinner. Not just any dinner but a happy dinner. We finally have a REAL California Pizza Kitchen –just opened this week. I’m not talking your food court/airport CPK, I’m talking the real deal like I used to love in San Diego. Better yet, I got to sit at the bar. The only thing finer than an outside table on a busy sidewalk is an open kitchen bar stool. 9 pizza makers, 3 grill cooks, 8 pantry/salad cooks and I couldn’t even see the pastry section. And not a one of them got a second to breathe. They were all working like machines. And absolute joy to watch and it was all I could do to not applaud the show. All except the 4 expo guys which is really 3 too many. That is a control freak job and these 4 were all over each other. It was almost comedic. I loved it so much I had dessert there too.
Then a walk through our open air Town Center from one end to the other. Window shopping, people watching, music playing – all at sunset; my favorite time of day to be out and about.
To top it all off, I didn’t drive home either. Nope, a right turn instead of a left and I was gliding down A1A (may favorite road other than PCH) at top notch speed, windows down, music blaring. A little Jimmy Buffet, some Shinedown, a little The Heavy, Cake, Bruce Hornsby (playing Elton) and I’m smiling like I’m on top of the world.
Near perfect day indeed. It could only be topped by… well that’ll be the next post.
Tell me what would entail your perfect day?
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The island has a bridge
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Posted:Jul 16, 2010 6:47 pm
Last Updated:Jul 28, 2010 9:58 pm
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I couldn�t be much more angry than I am right now. I�m not going to bother to explain why because tomorrow it will seem pointless and it really isn't why I�m writing this now. I�m writing this to express how much that anger is different.
I am an island. I have been ever since I was a . I work very hard not to need anyone. I call it independence but in the end it is a form of protection. A way to assure I can and will survive anything. I still feel moments where �want� comes into play. But the separation between want and need is a very large wall in my life.
Today I came home so angry I was in tears the entire 10 minute drive from the office. True to my nature I wanted to close in on myself. I wanted to get in the house, shut the door and turn off everything that might connect me to the outside world. It is kind of a reboot cycle and it has been a very very long time since I felt that urge.
This time though, I came home and wrote this instead; mainly to calm myself down. Some of you have followed me enough to know how easy it is for me to cut all ties. It is a huge leap of personality for me to write this instead; to let someone/anyone know that I�m feeling like this.
A few of you I�ve met and a few I�ve IM�d with. I know you would be there if I reached out right now. To you and to those I have not connected with yet, I would very much like to thank you. If it wasn�t for your readership, your comments and your fun I would follow that old pattern of hibernation. Having you along for the ride has encouraged me to reach for this odd little lifeline. I know I could reach out to almost any of you and be instantly soothed. I can come here for distraction, good stories or insight into a million different things I hadn�t thought of before.
We may have issues with this place but I don�t worry too much about them. Because here, I can be myself. Here I can live the lifestyle, talk about it, back away from it, return to it and still be taken seriously. I know here, if I put up a story about the punk teenage boy who made me so angry tonight I will get honest feedback. I won�t have to justify how I feel, and I won�t feel ashamed for who I am.
You all make that possible. You make this place what it is for me. And though tomorrow my mind might be taken up with incredibly erotic thoughts that must make their way to your eyes, tonight I can sit here and feel secure. I am safe and yet I have you too.
Thank you.
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Not following Doctor's orders!
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Posted:Jul 13, 2010 7:22 pm
Last Updated:Jul 28, 2010 9:59 pm
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So my doctor loves me. Now let me state this guy really has to keep his mouth shut. I mean he gets more confession from me than any priest ever would and I think he lives for it. I didn�t realize until today though how much. I see him regularly and it seems I have gotten him used to a basic tale of whatever adventure I�d had prior to my visit. Unfortunately several of my coworkers are also his patients and his partner is a member at the Club. So I take the whole doctor/patient confidentiality very very seriously.
Today though, I had no story. I�ve been inactive for several months. I can�t remember a time when I�d seen a man more crestfallen. He was very disappointed and actually tried to convince me that I shouldn�t hold myself back. That all my issues shouldn�t stop me from �really living�. I mean my are away, now�s the time! Yeah, he really said that.
Though I think he�s just desperate for something to liven up his day it made me start to think about how many people out there wish instead of do. I opened my mind when I was in my 20�s and figured out that I would eventually stray from vanilla at some point, probably coming back to it in the end. Coach of course, knew it before I did and I frequently blame him for leading me down such a questionable path. But I wanted a man to share my fun with. I wanted the man I loved to take the journey together.
Unfortunately I married a fool, an idiot who couldn�t find my libido to save his life. He fantasized about all sorts of interesting behavior but he didn�t have the stomach for reality and since he never bothered to actually figure me out sexually I didn�t care to push anything more than basics on him.
Now I�ve been single for 6 years and only recently dipped that toe in the sexually explosive waters on my own thanks to Peri (with Coach�s encouragement of course). What I found doesn�t change much. I still want to take the journey but I don�t want to do it alone. I want a man who knows me, has figured me out, mentally and sexually to ride along with me. Unfortunately I�m not in a place where that man is going to find my door open. So I am, adventureless for now. And so many are suffering because of it!
So what did I tell my doc?
I told him if he needs a fix he�ll have to write HIMSELF a prescription for something wild and unpredictable. Until then, he�ll have to make do with memories.
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Standing by....
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Posted:Jul 10, 2010 2:50 pm
Last Updated:Jul 22, 2010 8:15 pm
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So I noticed I've only written two blogs this month so far. I'm obviously distracteed and figure it's time for an update so you all don't begin to wonder if I've gone off the reservation.
I filed for bankruptcy today. It is not an easy call to make. I know I'll be better off for it but somehow that isn't helping much.
The jaw surgery has become a nightmare. For the first time ever my mouth is not cooperating with what a man wants! My ortho was struggling to meet the surgery date I'd set and finally caved and said I wasn't ready. Now we're talking September at the earliest. That aggravated me more than I can say. I was counting on having this done while the were visiting their dad in CA. Now it appears the will be here when it's done. *sigh*
My boss was kind enough to point out to me (twice now) that my job is in jeopardy. If this management company gets hired there will be more than 10% of our work force getting the ax. He thinks I'm a prime target (him too). Really don't need this.
The are now at their dad's house. Six weeks of freedom are very welcoming but I'm not feeling well and not sleeping right. I end up spending all my free time napping!
My birthday was yesterday and it was the oddest birthday ever. I've never had more random people wish me a happy birthday. How did they know? I was not wearing a sign or anything! Didn't get a hug from the Chef though nor anyone else I really want bodily contact with. Did have the 'noon group' of golfers sing to me. Kinda freaked me out. 15 men in their 60's singing to me; I'm sure someone has had a fantasy about that but it wasn't me.
So that's the basics I think. My profile says I'm on a hiatus but I'm still getting foolish e-mails. My "Coach" wants a story from me but sex is just not on my brain these days. However since I am such a pleaser I will work up something. Anyone care to provide inspiration?
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No really, what IS going on???
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Posted:Jul 8, 2010 2:12 pm
Last Updated:Jul 11, 2010 4:37 pm
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Preach alert! You’ve been warned.
I had this guy once many years ago who practically moved in with me after the first date. For weeks we enjoyed this pattern. He’d meet me when he got off work, wait for me and we’d go home together. It was a bit confusing how a one night stand could turn into a full blown live-in relationship but I went with the flow.
Then the flow changed suddenly with no explanation. He didn’t show up. He didn’t call, nothing. For three days he went ‘dark’. I was confused. It felt like something had started and then stopped. Then after a couple of days he reappeared again like nothing had happened. I found out later he had this need to back off whenever things got too close with us and he accomplished this in many different ways – except the one that would have saved me stress – talking.
None of us can read each other’s minds. When you lull us into comfort and understanding with your pattern of action and then suddenly change it we are lost. We don’t know what to expect next and we begin to review everything that led up to the change. We start to question it all, even down to the basics of the relationship. It is rather natural and quite stressful.
So, not just for my sake but for the sake of friends who are sitting on their couch confused and assuming the worst, I ask you to please communicate better. If your pattern changes please let us know why. If you feel the need to go ‘dark’ on us please let us know what that is all about. A simple “Hey I’ve got to work through something and need to back off for a while” would suffice. We are adults, we can take it. What we can’t take is the wondering and confusion and the self esteem bombs such question marks tend to render.
Communication is everything. What are your actions (or inactions) communicating? Why not use the words that match? Are you that scared we are going to collapse at your feet and beg?
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Independent Soul
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Posted:Jul 3, 2010 9:20 pm
Last Updated:Jul 9, 2010 5:20 am
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This is my day.
My birthday is close but that does not matter. This is my day. This is Christmas to me.
This day we celebrate the group of people who had the guts to stand up to oppression and unfairness. People who didn't just "take it and feel lucky it isn't worse".
Today celebrates independent thinking. A new world full of possibilities and hope. That world still exists and I do my best to live in it whenever possible. We have done much that might eat away at the original hope but we have also done much to improve this world.
Today I hope we can all remember that oppression, misguided attempts at leadership and unfairness to others will always lose out to those who are brave and intelligent. It may not happen quickly but true goodness will always prevail.
Happy Independence Day to us, the of the brave.
*BTW the image above was my personal photograph of last night's big July 3rd party my club holds each year. Gotta love things that explode overhead!
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Little signs of a big issue...
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Posted:Jun 25, 2010 2:42 pm
Last Updated:Jun 28, 2010 9:58 pm
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I remember a few years back I was on a rant, just as angry as could be. I had spent the day at work and came out to my car to find a flat tire. Now I park my car near the delivery gate of our Club which was wide open. There on the dock were 3 or 4 employees (all male), kitchen and wait staff, sitting around having a cigarette. Did I ask any of them to help me? No. But I got a little upset that not a single one of them offered. They sat there joking around and watched me change the tire all by myself, in my skirt and heels. When I was finished I went inside to wash my hands and THAT is when one of them asked if I needed any help. And that doesn’t even mention the several people that drove into the parking lot passing me as I worked clearly in their line of sight.
Now I’ve always been able to take care of myself. Likely as not if they had offered I’d probably turn them down or give them something easy to do; maybe asked them to just keep me company while I worked. But that didn’t happen. Instead I worked alone brewing and getting aggravated. Of course I complained the next day and the response I got was unnerving. “If you needed help you should have asked.”
It isn’t about need. It’s about nice.
Then today on my way home I was driving down A1A and saw a woman who had gotten out of her car and walked to the median. The problem was, her car was in traffic on the other side of the street. It had apparently stalled and instead of even trying to push it out of the way, she just got out and walked away. Leaving a wake of a traffic nightmare behind her.
I have pushed a car by myself before (a 1977 Buick, no less) so I know it can be done. It just takes a little strength to get momentum and you can at least get it into a turning lane. For this woman to not even bother trying aggravated me.
When I saw this I was headed home at a bit of a quick pace and I was a good two blocks past her before I understood what had happened. I pulled over and actually got out of my car. Once again in my heels and skirt I was all set to go help her push her car out of traffic. But I noticed a few things rather quickly. First, she’d disappeared – probably into a restaurant nearby. Second, there was a line of cars behind hers all waiting to go around her and continue on their way. Most of them were men drivers and the one behind her was pissed; laying on the horn and screaming at this empty car in front of him to get out of his way. Suddenly I didn’t want to be involved in such a volatile situation so I got back in my car and continued home.
Of course I felt guilty because I did exactly what my coworkers had done to me that day years ago. I noticed and moved on without offering help. But the fact that the woman refused to even try to help herself started to really bother me.
What has happened to us? Why are we so dependent and so afraid of being depended on? In my political mind I constantly bash those who require the government to help them or do things for them. I wonder if anyone has looked back to see how that pattern began. I just have that itchy feeling that the lady who broke down is a little insight into how we got where we are today. It’s too easy to walk away and let someone else handle our issues.
So, would you have stopped to push her car?
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Always up for a climb...
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Posted:Jun 21, 2010 9:12 pm
Last Updated:May 20, 2015 9:35 pm
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Shall we tour some ancient ruin? Maybe as some part of a tourist group. The overweight man ahead of me is sweating and smelling so much the guide has shifted upwind to avoid his stench. The running around shrieking have caught his attention. Now, quick, before anyone notices, let�s sneak off.
We�ll go around to the other side where nobody else is. We�ll climb the steps. Not just to the landing but higher, above the tree tops; nearly to the top. We�ll stop there and wait for the sun to begin its descent. We will eat food from our packs and watch the birds fly. We will watch the tour bus leave us, deserted in this place of beauty and history. We will talk and laugh; did women in the past climb these steps too? Did their men peek up their skirts the way you kept trying to peek up my shorts?
Then the moment of peace will strike us both. You, a step or two below me, absentmindedly caressing my legs. I will sigh deeply, as if to draw the moment into my body to enjoy it further. I will look into your eyes and say �I don�t think I could be any happier than I am right now�. You will climb up my body to kiss me with those wonderful lips of yours. A kiss filled with understanding, agreement and enjoyment. Then you will no longer need to sneak anything up my shorts for they will slide right down, and you right in. And we will enjoy each other as if on top of the world and needing nothing further but to be alone together as the sun lowers towards the horizon.
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It's MOMMY time!
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Posted:Jun 20, 2010 4:51 pm
Last Updated:May 20, 2015 9:35 pm
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Wooo hoooo the are gone.
Now I know every one of you probably think that means I�m headed to the nearest bar. You are not alone in your assumptions. Many people in my day to day life assume that as soon as my go out of town I become some party animal.
WRONG!!!
I do love to sit at the bar to eat so yes, sometimes I will hit a particular restaurant/bar for dinner. But I don�t peruse the night life per say unless there is a group gathering or a particular reason for it. It just isn�t me. So would you like to know what happens to be my favorite thing to do while my are away?
THINK!!
Strange, huh? I take a walk and think; sometimes I just walk circles in my house and think. To be fair, I also write or clean and usually have music going quite loudly. But when you are focused on motherhood 24/7 there really is no time to actually think clearly about anything else. So I spend this time making up for it. What do I waste my singlehood thinking about, you may ask?
People (whether I know them or not; even if fictional).
Sex.
How things going on today in the news or political world will shape our future.
Sex.
Music.
Blogs.
My neighbors.
Sex (thankfully not with my neighbors).
The beach
Sex (occasionally on the beach)
Food
Sex
A plot
Whether or not I should give up on the plot I'm aiming for and just write an adult novel (with lots of sex).
There is so much more of course, but you get the gist of it. I am a great parent but being a great parent can occasionally turn me into a stupid human trick without a trick. So when people worry about me or can�t understand how I'm not crying when my are so far away from me I laugh. This is my vacation! As much as I love my and being their mom. This is when I am ME and not MOM. So I look forward to this and attempt to enjoy it as much as possible.
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