Harvest Moon
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Posted:Sep 25, 2007 3:28 am
Last Updated:Oct 25, 2007 4:05 am
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This Wednesday, Sept. 26, full moon also carries the title of the Harvest Moon for those of us in the northern hemisphere.
Officially, the moon turns "full" when it reaches that spot in the sky diametrically opposite (180 degrees) to the sun in the sky. This moment (well it is really a minute) will occur on Wednesday at 3:45 p.m. So we won't be able the actual full moon this month. Wednesday's full moon, the one that comes the closest to the September equinox, is known as the Harvest Moon. This year it falls in September, although in one out of three years this title can be bestowed upon the October full moon.
Many think that the Harvest Moon remains in the night sky longer than any of the other full moons we see during the year, but that is not so. What sets Wednesday's full moon apart from the others is that farmers ‒ at the climax of the current harvest season ‒ can work late into the night by the moon's light. It rises about the time the sun sets, but more importantly, at this time of year, instead of rising its normal average 50 minutes later each day, the moon seems to rise at nearly the same time each night.
Native American tribes of a few hundred years ago kept track of the seasons by giving distinctive names to each recurring full Moon. Their names were applied to the entire month in which each occurred. Traditionally, chief Indian staples of corn, pumpkins, squash, beans, and wild rice are now ready for gathering.
Well, I think I'll go gathering
"Reach for the moon, and even if you miss it, you will land among the stars."
Have an awesome day and evening For Neil Young fans, enjoy (below)!
AKA{=}
Artist: Neil young
Song: Harvest Moon
come a little bit closer
hear what i have to say
just like sleepin'
we could dream this night away.
but there's a full moon risin'
let's go dancin' in the light
we know where the music's playin'
let's go out and feel the night.
because i'm still in love with you
i want to see you dance again
because i'm still in love with you
on this harvest moon.
when we were strangers
i watched you from afar
when we were lovers
i loved you with all my heart.
but now it's gettin' late
and the moon is climbin' high
i want to celebrate
see it shinin' in your eye.
because i'm still in love with you
i want to see you dance again
because i'm still in love with you
on this harvest moon.
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Smart is the NEW Sexy:)
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Posted:Sep 23, 2007 5:26 pm
Last Updated:Sep 27, 2007 2:45 am
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Today I saw an advertisement for a new show, "The Big Bang Theory." Underneath the show title was the statement, "Smart is the NEW Sexy." In looking around the Internet, I came across another jewel - "Smart girls rock, because the future has curves."
Research does show that the most powerful (sex) organ is the brain "Smart is New Sexy” celebrates the inner beauty and confidence that comes with the pursuit of knowledge. For some of us, there's nothing more beautiful than recognizing your potential. For me, if I can think it...imagine it, I can do it...lol. Well most things
It's nice to have an intelligent conversation between trysts too
Have a wonderful weekend!
AKA{=}
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A Jewel Within
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Posted:Sep 22, 2007 8:26 pm
Last Updated:Oct 9, 2007 3:11 am
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I meet you at the door. I am dressed in a see-through, form fitting soft pink nightgown. You mention that you have never seen me in pink; that I usually wear red or black and how nice I look. I giggle as I tell you that I have a surprise. You enter the room and look at me -- through the nightgown you can see my rock hard nipples. I look at you and see a bulge forming in your pants. I like what I see and smile. As you approach me, I feel the moisture begin to drip from aching pussy. I long to feel you plunge deep into my wetness. I close my eyes for a moment as I feel you slide your arms around me and pull me close against your body...
I shiver with excitement as I feel your swelled cock press against me. I feel your lips press against mine. Our tongues become entwined in a dance of lust. You suck on my lips and tongue and your hand slips the nightgown strap off my shoulder. Your hands cup my bare breast and squeezes it. I moan as I feel a wave of passion shoot though my soaking wet pussy. As you flick my nipple, I reach for your and begin to feverishly unbutton your shirt. As I begin kissing down you -- your neck, your chest, your nipples...I undo your pants. My wanting mouth meets up with your solid manhood. I am on my knees, smiling up at you. I extend my tongue and slide it between your slit. I lap up the warm pre-cum oozing out. I wrap my hand around the base and suck the head of your cock. As I suck it, I slide my mouth further and further down on it. I look up to see you smiling down at me. The look in your eyes and the throbbing of your cock tells me that you are in heaven. I gently raked my long finger nails over your tight balls. As I lick, suck, nibble and stroke, I purr with pleasure. My pace quickens as I long to feel your hot nectar flood my mouth. I suddenly feel your grab my hair as your thrust every last inch of your dick down my throat and shoot your hot load. I attempt to swallow all of it, but a small amount trickles out the slides of my mouth. As you pull me to my feet, you wipe your cum off my face and feed it to me. I gingerly lick your fingers not wanting to miss a drop...
As we enter the bedroom, I lay down on my back and spread my legs apart. I grasp my breasts in my hands and pinch my nipples. I slide my fingers up and down my glistening pink slit and offer you a taste. You kneel down and I slide my body (pussy first) up to your cock. I take your cock in my hand and guide it to my slit, so pink and inviting. I slide my slit up and down against your cock. I begin to moan. You begin to rub the head against my pink clit. As you do, I begging to thrust myself against you. Within seconds, I am arching my back and covering your tip with my cum. You watch as the juices pour (almost squirt) out of pink slit. You move down and thrust your cock into my well-lubricated pussy. As your cock becomes engulfed in my pussy, I cry for you to fuck me harder. You place your hands on my thighs for balance and fuck me with all your might. Within seconds, I squeeze your cock in my hot pussy as my orgasm spurts my liquid. The sensation of my muscles squeezing your cock cause you to explode and pour your cum into my pussy. Your forceful explosion sparks my pussy into another orgasm.
We lay there for a few moments. As you withdraw from me, I reach down and run my fingers over my pussy. I raise my finger to my mouth and lick them clean. The taste of us is soooooooo sweet. I reach down again and offer you a taste. You lick my fingers clean and then slide down between my legs. You lick me clean and I lean down to kiss you. You share our juices with me. You move your mouth back down and begin to finger my clit getting a closer look. You spread my cunt lips apart and are amazed at what you find. Upon exposing my clit you gasp - THE PINK PEARL. My clit is the size of an 8 mm pearl. And So pink and rare. You take it between your fingers and pinch it. I moan with delight. As you rub it and pinch, you watch me thrust my body. I beg you not to stop. As my gyrations become more intense, you move your mouth to my clit and suck it and nibble it. Suddenly my body becomes ridged and I explode filling your mouth with my cum. The sensation catches you off guard. You are so surprised by the shooting of my cum that you immediately get another erection. You mount me again and slam your dick into my pussy. I engulf your cock and you feel the rush of my cum again covering you. The sensation of the moment, of my cumming in your mouth and of you cumming in my mouth, overwhelms you and you shoot another load overfilling my pussy...
As we lay there in each other arms, you mention the pleasure you felt when I squirted into your mouth. As you reach down and massage my clit, you laugh about finding a jewel within....
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Finding a lost treasure:)
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Posted:Sep 22, 2007 8:07 pm
Last Updated:Oct 9, 2007 3:11 am
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I was having a drink with a new friend a few nights ago and we talked a bit about having things from a lost loved one. In the case of my new friend, his ex got possession of some things that were his, or came from his family. She also had a lot of sentimental items, such as letters he had written her.
Sadly, his ex passed away. No one contacted him when her belongings were auctioned off. By the time he heard about it, the auction was over. Unfortunately, items that had value only to him were disposed of. To quote him, “Breaks my heart even now to think of it.”
Our conversation got me thinking about the past. When I arrived at home, I decided to look through some archived emails. I came across a folder which contained a few emails from a former lover. Seeing the folder brought a smile to my face. It was one of those situations in which he blew out of my life almost as quickly as he blew in…lol. Every now and then (about once a year), I fall “head over heels” in Lust*. He was my lust for that year. As with other “lusts”, eventually, something came between us ‒ work, distance, wife or girlfriend…lol.
Looking over the emails, I realized that besides only having a few emails from him, I didn’t have even a single picture of him. All he had on his profile at the website where I first encountered him was a couple of pictures that didn’t show his face. And I didn’t even have those. I recalled that he was so charming that I agreed to meet him without even seeing a face picture (which is a rarity for me).
I closed the archives and logged on to the website where I first encountered him. I was looking through some files there when I happened across an old list of “favorites”. When I opened the folder, low and beholder, there were his pictures.
Seeing them again brought a smile to my face just like he was able to do. I sat there just staring and thinking for about 10 minutes. I downloaded one of the pictures and placed it in the folder with his emails. Now I have closure
Take care and be well,
AKA{=}
P.S. For those of you who prefer my writings about different "treasures," my next blog will talk about some of my personal "treasures."
*Falling “head over heels” in Lust ‒ For me, it is an intense desire or craving that when fulfilled leads to (self) gratification. Generally, the “activities” that we are engaging in are so hot that I begin to let down my guard and allow myself to become emotionally involved. However, that involvement is more so with the activities than the person.
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Ideas for Halloween Costumes:)
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Posted:Sep 22, 2007 6:39 pm
Last Updated:Oct 9, 2007 5:17 pm
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Well, I got my first advertising Halloween costumes It's been a couple of years since I've been to a Halloween party and with my studies over for the time being, I'm looking forward to Halloween.
Last time I attended a party, I went as the "Bride of Dracula" and was escorted by Dracula himself! Lol. Odds are that this year I'll be going solo. So the question I have is - What do I go as?
Here are some ideas:
- Daring Devil
- Angel Baby
- Bunny Girl
- Baseball Babe
- Goldie Locks
- Head Nurse (lol)
- Upstairs Maid
- Army Brat
- Sargent Sexy / Major Babe
Your thoughts?
Have an awesome evening and remember there's a full moon on September 26
AKA{=}
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Ctrl Alt Delete
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Posted:Sep 17, 2007 7:03 pm
Last Updated:Sep 30, 2007 8:58 pm
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Wouldn't it be nice if whenever we messed up our life we could simply press 'Ctrl Alt Delete' and start all over?
Mine would probably be worn out by now
Have a terrific Tuesday!
AKA {=}
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Coffee, Tea, OR ME!
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Posted:Sep 16, 2007 8:44 pm
Last Updated:Oct 9, 2007 3:13 am
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Hi All
I provide a heck of a wake-up call...lol. Hope you enjoy!
AKA {=}
I'm laying in bed with you on my mind. The events of our time together keep playing in my head -- the way you kissed me, the way you made me laugh, the way you touched my breasts, the way you undressed me, the way. . . The sensations that I'm feeling are keeping me awake. You felt so goodddddddd. . .
I spend the night tossing and turning. . .I want to feel you kiss me again, fondle, lick and suck my breasts, rub and lick my clit and pussy, fuck my pussy and my ass. . .my body keeps telling me that I need some more of you. Since I am awake, I devise a plan - I will serve you in bed and the menu items will include, coffee, tea or ME. So at 4:30 am, I get out of bed tired but so horny that I want to scream! I put on a teddy, an apron and an overcoat and head out the door with fresh coffee, a silver serving tray and a very wet pussy. . .
When I arrive, I try to be very quiet. I enter your place using the extra key that you keep in that special hiding place (you didn't know that I know where it was hidden I take off my coat, enter and proceed very quietly to your room. I approach your room and knock softly at your door and announce, room service. I hear you moan as I walk towards your bed. I whisper to you, wake up sleepy head. My name is Leanne and I will be your server. Today, I am serving coffee, tea or me. I then hand you a menu (blank piece of paper) and tell you, if you don't see what you want on the menu, just ask. You open your eyes and start to laugh. I am standing there in my teddy and apron with my serving tray. . .
You begin to "read" the menu and tell me that you want some of my cream for your coffee. As I move towards you, I inform you that if you want cream that you'll have to get it yourself You pull my wet, aching pussy to your mouth and begin to pleasure my overly excited pussy. I moan loudly when your tongue gently flicks my swollen clit. I whisper that I have been up all night waiting for this. I grind my pussy against your mouth as you begin to nibble on my clit. As I feel the hot sensation of your mouth against me, I feel my body begin to tremble as my hot "cream" pours from my pussy. As you lick my pussy, I ask you if you got enough "cream." I then move my body so that I am able to kiss you. I position myself so that I can lick my juices from your cheeks and chin. . .
Next you ask me if I would like to join you for a cup of coffee. I tell you that I only use fresh "cream" in my coffee. I look at your cock and you inform me that a fresh batch is being processed. I slide down between your legs and begin to greedily suck your hard cock. As I take your tip into my mouth, I see you precum oozing from your slit and I hungrily suck it. I then take your cock into my hand and begin to work it - I slide my hand up and down on your now throbbing dick. I watch you as I service your cock. Looking down, I decide that your balls also are in need of attention so I move my mouth to them to lick and suck them. I take one side into my mouth at a time - sucking each one to your satisfaction. I then lick them moving my tongue all over them. Before I resume sucking your cock, I take both of your balls into my mouth and suck them gingerly. As I do this, I feel them begin to tighten. I quickly move my mouth back to suck your cock. I bob my head up and down taking in as much as I can. I then hear that wonderful moan which informs me that I will soon be fed. As your cock begins to explode, I swallow hard to get all your sweet warm cum and I SUCCEED. . .
For the next few minutes, we lay there in silence enjoying the intensity of the moment. You then proceed to get up to get us cups of coffee (you're such a sweetie) and you jokingly ask me about lunch and dinner. I smile and inform you that I am your server for the day and that there will be a lunch and dinner special. You just laugh and shake your head as we begin to kiss. . .
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Worth the Wait:)
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Posted:Sep 11, 2007 9:30 pm
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2009 7:23 pm
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Another story from the "Vault" - hope you enjoy!
AKA
We had chatted over a year ago and, for some unknown reason (yeah right), we never had the opportunity to meet. When you contacted me again, I was pleasantly surprised. As we exchanged emails, I recalled your friendly and charming manner not typical of northern gents. I also remember how close we actually come to meeting on several occasions ‒ Work is a four-letter word…lol.
The day before we were scheduled for drinks and dinner at your place, we chatted about what a first kiss would be like. From that point forward, every time I thought about our pending date with destiny I would start to get wet. Thursday evening just couldn’t get here soon enough!
By the time I pulled up at your home, I was on pins and needles. I got a real kick out of you standing on your lawn waving your arms….I will always have that memory of you.
As I exited my vehicle, I had my first opportunity to take a look at you ‒ oh no, you were even sexier than your pictures! I had a wet spot on my pants before I realized it. As I stepped out of my vehicle, my blouse gaped open as I knew it would. I made some quirky comment to the effect of that I usually secure my opening but I decided to leave it open as a tease and time saver…lol. You looked at me with a smile on your face. I knew right then that tonight would be one that was definitely worth the wait!
We walked into your home and you offered me a glass of wine (which was appreciated) and music was playing in the background. I sat down on the couch trying to look seductive. The act of sitting is not always the easiest thing to do especially with a glass of wine and a gaping blouse…lol. You quickly join me. There we were ‒ you and me FINALLY face-to-face. Our bodies and lips began to move closer to a first meeting.
As I watched you, looking into your twinkling eyes, you made the comment that you were nervous. I had to make comment that I was sure that it was my bra, cream in color with embroidered roses on it that was the culprit. I also mentioned that my panties matched. I’m such a TEASE! You were just too cute for words! I wanted to eat you up. Our lips made contact shortly thereafter. The feel of your lips against mine gave me a silent shiver. Soon our lips and tongues were engaged in a dance. The fire had been ignited ‒ soon to roar with passion fueled by lust.
On the couch, we kissed, touched, felt, groped - we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. This meeting was a long time in the making and moving at a rapid pace. At one point, clothing was flying through the air. You asked if I’d like to move this upstairs. I hear my words, “Sure, I’d love to,” as I walk up the stairs in front of you. In my mind I am running with the words echoing in my mind, “take me and fuck me.”
We lay down on the bed, as you move over my body. My bra quickly disappears. Your mouth is drawn to my stiff nipples. As you proceed to draw one into your hungry mouth, I get an amazing treat ‒ I squirt. Mmmm, your mouth is so talented as you expertly apply enough pressure causing me to writhe with pleasure. You hand move to feel my very wet crotch. I giggle as your hand makes contact with my pants ‒ they are soaking wet! I think I forgot to mention that I’m a squirter!
You pull my panties down and I spread my thighs open to expose a very wet pussy. You feel my pussy and quickly find my clit. As you play with it, I begin to squirt and squirt and squirt. Oops ‒ maybe I should have suggested that you bring a towel to bed! You move down between my legs and begin to lick and suck me. You spread me open and finger-fuck my aching cunt. Oh, God ‒ I want to feel you inside of me NOW!
You move from between my legs and on to my longing body. As you look up at me, I see your smiling face shimmering with my juices. I want to lick your face clean and I do. As you penetrate me for the first time, I feel the excitement of your huge tool feel me with your power and presence. I feel my muscles spasm and my juices flow. My vision starts to haze as you proceed to pound my cunt with your rock hard cock! My submissive side emerges as you take my hands into your and hold me down in the way that is the sexiest way to be restrained (to me anyway). Our eyes engage in the dance acknowledging the lust of our bodies.
I experience orgasm after orgasm. I moan and cry out as you take control of my body. As you pound me harder and harder, I suddenly become very light headed. As my body floats, I hear the amazing sounds of your first orgasm. The abrupt change in your pace jolts my body from sub-space back to the present reality. You collapse on me and I clench myself around you in an attempt to hold your cock hostage. As you withdraw from me, my cunt sadly admits defeat giving up the prisoner of her lust.
As you lay next to me, I move to my side to admire the look of satisfaction.
We briefly discuss ordering dinner, but looking into your eyes I know that the fuel for our bodies will have to wait! We kiss and fondle each other for a bit. With your bed wet with my juices, you retrieve a towel anticipating more to cum. I giggle when I tell you that you found a “hot spot” that I didn’t know I had.
I look down and see your beautiful cock and know that I have to taste you. I position myself between your legs, pull my hair back, and open wide. As my mouth moves down you, I’m amazed. I know it's big but damn! I can’t get more than 2/3 of it in my mouth. I adore the feeling of my lover’s balls slapping against my chin as I feel the full force of his cock invade my throat. I resign myself to the fact that it’s not going to happen tonight. I try a number of techniques to see what type of reaction I can generate. I suck tightly, I lick your tip, I lick from the base to the tip, and I lick your balls. Anticipating my next move, you tell me that you don’t like having your balls sucked. I laugh (thankful to know that before I moved on) and return to my licking and sucking. I am getting lost in the effects that your hardening dick is having on me. I could spend hours pleasuring it, but you have another idea.
You tell me that you need to be inside of me again. I willingly roll onto my back and spread my thighs apart ‒ this position suits me well…lol. You take my legs and move them over my head. Ohhhh, that’s it ‒ you have me in a position that you can take and use my juicy cunt as you please. Your first thrust is soooo deep. You cock disappears inside of me as your balls slap against me. Reading my body, you begin to really give it to me, really pound me. I cry out again and again that I am cumming. I feel spasm after spasm in my hot, wet hole. You release my legs and continue to fuck me. My pussy and thighs are drenched with my cum. With all the slickness, you slide out of me. You retreat to the bath to retrieve a towel to dry us both off.
You return and looking at my drenched slit, your hand moves down between my legs. I again spread wide open for you ‒ I’m such a slut…lol. As your fingers move inside my aching pussy, I feel myself tighten around them. You finger me-fuck again and rub my clit with your thumb. My body can’t contain itself ‒ I cry out again and again and my back arches as I thrust myself against your hand. My senses are heighten and I’m feeling like I could suck your entire hand into my wanting cunt. I hear my sounds and I do sound like a bitch in heat…lol.
You decide that it’s time again to experience the warm, wet one again. You remove your fingers and position your cock at my entrance. Your cock easily slides inside. As we fuck, your dick seems to get harder and harder with each thrust. I watch in awe as you pull your cock out of me and shoot your hot, creamy load over my pubic area and my spread lips. I watch as you cum and cum and cum. My fingers move down to touch and taste the amazing gift that you just given me. I bring a finger back to my mouth and greedily lick off your cum. You lie down beside me and we both realize that it’s time to order dinner!
Oh yes, dinner…That’s where we were initially going to start…lol. You call in the order with an estimated delivery time of 15 minutes. You lay down with me again deciding that you have time to throw some clothes on and we continue to chat. About 10 minutes later your doorbell rings. Dinner has arrived early! Lolol. You search around and locate your shirt and shorts. You throw them on and head downstairs. As you answer the door, you realize that you don’t have your wallet. You let the delivery person in and head back upstairs to retrieve it. Overhearing your conversation with her, I laugh - thankful that I don’t have to answer the door! It’s fairly obvious what’s going on. It’s a known fact that having sex temporarily disables your ability to think logically. I wonder if she noticed anything out of the ordinary
Once she is gone, you head back upstairs. I debate if I should get dressed. Being the gentleman that you are, you offer me my choice of any of your t-shirts. I laugh looking at them knowing good and well that they are going to be form-fitting. I settle on one and mention being more exposed than you are. To make me feel more comfortable, you remove your shorts. I laugh as we head downstairs to enjoy a bit of fuel for the body.
As we eat, we chat a bit about life in general. When we finish dinner, I’m amazed when you suggest we go back upstairs. You’re doing better (in terms of stamina) then some of my younger friends…lol. I lay down and you climb on top of me. Your cock is hard and you want inside of me again. Hmmm, must feel pretty good inside…lol. You make a comment to confirm that I enjoy anal sex and you mention that we need to try that sometime. I have a fleeting thought ‒ in addition to not getting deep throated very often, you probably don’t get a lot anal. However, before I can say much of anything, you begin to fuck me hard and deep. I cum strong and long. You pull out of my drenched cunt and your tease my backdoor. Already knowing the answer, you ask if I want it. Of course I want it! I want to feel your big hard cock pound my tight ass. Fortunately, my cum has provided a nice lubricant for you. As you push your cock into my tight anus, you re-position me so my legs again are over my head. As you thrust, I work to keep pace with your tempo. I think, “Oh my God ‒ I have never had anything so big inside of me!” I think that you’re going to split me apart. I don’t want to stop you ‒ the sensation is so hot! I’m feeling very light-headed. My vision is getting a bit blurry. I start thinking that I’m really going to freak you out if I pass out, so I do everything within my power to stay conscious. You continue to pound with ass with, what feels to me, like all your might! Your cock is hitting the backside of my G-spot causing a stream of cum to squirt from my pussy. I cry out from the sheer intensity of our fucking! Suddenly, you slow your pace and I again experience the sexy sounds and words as you fill me with your hot cum.
I feel my pussy spasm as your load pours into my tight hole. The feeling is such a warm rush. As you pull out of me, we both collapse and lay there and lay there…lol. You perform some deep tissue massage on me which really feels good - in fact, too good because I start to feel very sleepy. As the “bewitching” hour approaches, we take a brief shower which works well to wake me up.
I get dressed (feels like of strange as I haven’t had any clothing on for 4 hours…lol) and you me to my vehicle. I go home one satisfied lady!
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Lines from Songs
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Posted:Sep 6, 2007 6:05 pm
Last Updated:Sep 10, 2007 9:52 pm
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Listening to the lyrics to a song on the way home from work today started me thinking about some of lines from songs that I found useful, comforting, supportive, etc. at different times of my life. Here are a few. Please feel free to add your own!
Take care,
AKA
Tom Petty ‒ I Won’t Back Down:
Well I won't back down, no I won't back down
You could stand me up at the gates of hell but I won't back down
Gonna stand my ground, won't be turned around
and I'll keep this world from draggin' me down
gonna stand my ground and I won't back down
Red Hot Chili Peppers ‒ Under the Bridge:
Sometimes I feel like I don't have a partner
Sometimes I feel like my only friend
Is the city I live in the city of angels
Lonely as I am together we cry
Kelly Clarkson ‒ Because of You:
Because of you - I find it hard to trust not only me, but everyone around me
Because of you - I am afraid
Trace Adkins - Swing
Everybody strikes out 9 times out of 10
But you gotta step up to the plate ()
'Cause every now and then
Tom Cochrane/Remake Rascal Flatts ‒ Life is a Highway:
Life's like a road that you travel on
When there's one day here an' the next day gone
Sometimes you bend, sometimes you stand
Sometimes you turn your back to the wind
Neil Young - Piece of Crap:
Tried to save the trees
Bought a plastic bag
The bottom fell out
It was a piece of crap
Shania Twain - MAN! I FEEL LIKE A WOMAN!:
I'm going out tonight -- I'm feelin' alright
Gonna let it all hang out
Wanna make some noise -- really raise my voice
Yeah, I wanna scream and shout
No inhibitions -- make no conditions
Get a little out of line
I ain't gonna act politically correct
I only wanna have a good time
The best thing about being a woman
Is the prerogative to have a little fun and...
Oh, oh, oh, go totally crazy -- forget I'm a lady
Men's shirts -- short skirts
Oh, oh, oh, really go wild -- yeah, doin' it in style
Oh, Oh, Oh, get in the action -- feel the attraction
Color my hair -- do what I dare
Oh, oh, oh, I wanna be free -- yeah, to feel the way I feel
Man! I feel like a woman!
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So what is meant by the term, Hoosier Hospitality?
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Posted:Sep 5, 2007 5:56 pm
Last Updated:Sep 22, 2007 6:42 pm
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So what is meant by the term, Hoosier Hospitality? To understand the term, we need to start with the definition of a Hoosier.
We know that Hoosiers come from Indiana. But where does the name Hoosier come from? That is less easy to answer. The origins of Hoosier are rather obscure. The most likely possibility is that the term is an adaptation of hoozer, an English dialect word recorded in Cumberland, a former county of northwest England, in the late 19th century and used to refer to anything tremendous. The transition between hoozer and Hoosier is not clear. The first recorded instance of Hoosier meaning “Indiana resident” is dated 1826.
As a nickname, Hoosier was but one of a variety of disparaging terms arising in the early 19th century for the inhabitants of particular states. For example, Texans were called Beetheads, Alabamans were Lizards, Nebraskans were Bug-eaters, South Carolinians were Weasels, and Pennsylvanians were Leatherheads. People in Missouri might have had it worst of all–they were called Pukes. Originally, these names were probably taken up by people living in neighboring states, but belittled residents adopted them in a spirit of defiant pride, much as American colonists turned the derisive term Yankee into a moniker for their spirit of rebellion. Today, most of these frontier nicknames have disappeared. A few like Okie still exist with much of their original animus. Others survive as nicknames for the sports teams of state universities–the North Carolina Tarheels, the Ohio Buckeyes, and so on–fighting words only on the playing field or court.
ALL INTERESTING READING BUT NOT HELPING ME OUT!
When I started thinking about the term, I thought about some of the things that I have heard.
“I've never been to Indiana before, but it seems the residents there are kind and friendly.” (Fellow blogger)
“Thanks for providing the city overview. Your insight will help us to have the best trip ever. Are you sure you can’t join us?” (Fellow members)
“We just returned from a week long visit to Washington from Indiana and were so impressed with the friendliness and helpfulness of every local resident we encountered that we simply had to write a big Hoosier thank you.
We stopped several passers-by, building guards and police officers to ask directions or advice about local establishments and were pleasantly surprised at how much you big city folks went out of your way to assist us....“ (Washington Post)
I just can’t think of many big cities where you can walk down the downtown street and people say hello to you. Never happened to me in Chicago or NY (but that probably was a good thing…lol). I did fare better in LA and San Francisco.
The common denominator is the people who live here. I have often heard Hoosiers described as warm and welcoming. I have heard them described as other things too…lol. It’s my nature to go out of my way to aid, assist, help where and whenever I can. I believe that what goes around comes around. I have experienced it many times in my life. I don’t have any secret agendas or ulterior motives. Life is complicated enough without adding to the drama. If I did things because I felt that I had to, it wouldn’t be the same. I’m lucky that intrinsic satisfaction is a BIG motivation for me…lol.
Now I have my moments where I think I’m going to scream if I hear one more blatantly brainless comment from our conservative population. Indianapolis, for example, is in transition ‒ Changing from a big small city to a small big city. I’m sure that conservatives have something to do with the slow progress on that endeavor…lol.
In thinking about Indiana, I’d even go as far to say that it has its own culture…lol, but I think I’ll leave that for another blog…lol.
Take care and be well,
AKA
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You Can Go Back, Part 2; Subtitle: Gina's Gift
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Posted:Sep 3, 2007 8:41 pm
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This story has two titles. I couldn’t decide on one so I chose two…lol This is something a bit different from me. For those of you who don't know that I have a submissive side, you do now ... lolol
AKA
With yet another change of plans for the Labor Day weekend, I resign myself to the fact that I will be a kind and gracious host to Jill’s sister and brother-in-law, Laura and Chris. For those of you that don’t know, I live with a friend from college (that is, until I decide where I want to live when I “grow up” or she actually sells it). Her works takes her all over the world. She spends about 75% of the year abroad. So, I multi-task as part-time friend and full-time house sitter…lol. The only entertaining that I feel comfortable doing is for her (and my) friends and family.
This past Friday night, I received a call from Laura and she tells me that she and Chris will be coming into town Saturday for Rib America and invite me to attend with them. They haven’t been anywhere all summer, so Indianapolis seems like a good destination. She mentions that they are especially interested in seeing The Marshall Tucker Band. I laughed and mention our infamous road trip from West Lafayette to Illinois State University to see them play. We laughed for almost 10 minutes about it. What a crazy weekend! The one highlight was that is where she met Chris
Later that evening, I receive a call from another friend, Gina. She and 2 of her sisters have decided to attend a family reunion in San Antonio ‒ amazing what we will do when parents apply enough pressure…lol. She asks if I’ll take care of Rick for her. As he was looking forward for a laid-back weekend, he has decided not to go. I mention that Laura and Chris would be in town to attend Rib America. When I mention The Marshall Tucker Band, the response that I received is that “he’s in.” I laugh and hang up the phone.
Rick meets us at 4 p.m. at my place and we drive downtown. As we sip margaritas, we laugh that The Marshall Tucker Band has been around 35 years (they say it about 35 at the concert) ‒ are we getting old? Yikes! No just better! Although they have a new CD coming out soon, when they played the old stuff, it takes us right back to 1980…lol. It was one of those deja vu moments when the band played, Heard It in a Love Song.
We are having so much fun talking and laughing that we decide to stay around and to listen to a band that is new to me, Cowboy Mouth. Interesting band! We decide that K.C. and the Sunshine Band is a bit over the top and leave…lol.
On the way back, I receive a telephone call from Gina. We chat a bit about the events of the day, the concert, etc. At the end of the call, she reminds me of my promise to take care of Rick (which I thinking is a bit odd, but attribute to the 3 margaritas that I indulged in…lol).
We arrive home about 11:00 a.m. Laura and Chris decide to call it an early night. Rick mentions enjoying the hot tub for a bit. I decide to check emails.
A little later, Rick joins me at the computer. We chat for a bit. I mention Gina’s last comment before she hung up the phone. Rick looks a little flushed. I’ve seen that look on his face before, so I ask him what’s up. My cell rings again. It’s Gina. I laugh asking her what’s going on ‒ she keeps calling and leaving the same message and Rick is sitting here flushed. She proceeds to tells me that after receiving his “birthday present” (see the Happy Birthday blog), that know he knows what he wants for Christmas…lol. Gina proceeds to tell me that after his birthday celebration, they had a lengthy discussion about sexual fantasies and desires. Having a rather dominant side, Rick mentioned his desire to “control”. As I listen to Gina describe Rick’s fantasy, I feel my nipples stiffen and my juices begin to flow.
I hang up the phone and look at Rick. He looks kind of tense. I pause and then ask him when will we going to begin? His response is NOW!
I stand up and head towards the deck. I beckon Rick to follow me. I pull up a chair and motion for him to sit. I stand in front of him and begin to undress - I unbutton my blouse and slide is off my shoulders. My hands slide down to my shorts and I unzip them. I shake them down and they too fall to the ground. I stand there clad only in a sheer bra and undies. Rick motions me to come closer. I let out a gasp, as he grabs my nipples and pinches them. I feel my blood pulsing through my veins as Rick stares into my eyes. He releases them and I step back to continue my show. I reach behind my back and unhook my bra. I take it off and then move my hands down and slip out of my undies. I drop to my knees, spread my thighs, and grasp my hands behind my back so that my breasts jut forward (traditional submissive pose).
As he moves forward, my mouth instinctively opens. He drops the towel that has been wrapped around his hard body and begins to gently stroke his cock only inches from my face. "I want you to beg for my cock. I want you to beg to please me. “Oh, please, Sir, let me suck your cock! I promise to swallow every drop of your delicious cum if you feel that I am worthy. I want to feel your cock deep in my mouth and I want you to force it down my throat. Please!" I beg.
He grabs my hair and brings my mouth closer to the head. “Come closer, kiss the head of my cock. It’s what you’ve been wanting for so long isn’t it?” “Oh, yes, Sir, thank you!” I lean forward and kiss the head of his manhood ever so softly. “Now stick out your tongue and lick the head of this Dom’s cock, slut.” My tongue slides from between my lips and swirls around the head of his cock. A drop of pre-cum oozes from the tip and I lick it off as if it were manna from heaven. “Mmmmm, Sir, you taste SO good to me.” As I continue to lick the head of his cock, he places a hand on the back of my head, and entwines his fingers in my hair. “Your tongue feels nice on my cock, but I have been dreaming of something else…”
With those words, he pulls back his hand. He pushes my head onto his cock. With one stroke, he forces his entire cock into my mouth and down my throat. I swallow hard as he thrusts himself deep in my throat as his hips thrust forward and plows his cock deeper into my wanting mouth.
“This is what I have been waiting for. I’ve been looking forward to fucking your face. Your mouth feels so good.” He grabs my hair as he again shoves his cock inside. I gasp as he continues to fuck my mouth. He doesn’t stop until his cock is buried deep in my mouth to the point that my nose is pressed again him.
“That’s it. Take my cock down your throat!” I moan, and my eyes meet his as he quickens the thrust of his hips and slides his cock in and out of my mouth. “That’s it, look me in the eyes. Show me that you are here to serve me and let me use your every hole like the slut you are!” “MMMmmm,” I moan as my hands slide around his hips and bring him closer, deeper, and harder. He buries his cock deep in my throat. I hear him moan that he is going to cum. As he shoots his hot load into my wanting mouth, I feel my own juices squirt from my very excited cunt. Looking up, I noticed Rick seems a bit disoriented and I gently guide him back to the chair. He sits there for a while with his eyes closed petting my hair.
When he speaks again, Rick tells me to show him my cunt. I stand up, turn away from him, spread my legs wide apart and bend over at the waist and grab my ankles. He has a direct view of my cunt, bare to the world. He inquires as to whether my cunt is wet. “Oh, yes Sir. So very wet" is my response. He instructs me to show him more. My hand slides between my legs and two fingers spread the lips of my cunt. He slides his hand down between my legs and slides a couple fingers inside me. I gasp as he quickly buries his fingers deep inside. He slowly begins to finger fuck my pussy. My breathing becomes shallow. I hear his voice - “You do not have permission to cum." He then slides his fingers out of me and brings them up to my mouth. "Lick them clean." He moans with pleasure as I lick his fingers with my tongue and slowly suck them into my wet mouth.
As I am enjoying my “dessert”, he grabs my wrists and forces me to the ground. His action catches me off guard. I am pinned beneath him ‒ his hands intertwined with mine, his thighs holding me in place. As I attempt to catch my breath, he bears his weight down between my thighs. My thighs spread apart offering him full access to my wet, hot cunt. “You been waiting for this all night haven’t you, my slutty submissive.” “On Sir, I want to feel the ecstasy that your cock can give in all my holes.” With that statement, he begins to pound me hard. “You want my cum ‒ you want to feel it fill your submissive little cunt. You long for the moment that I explode turning you into my own private cum dump.” With that, I let out a long moan as I experience orgasm after orgasm and my juices flow from my well-fucked hole.
Rick slows his pace as my orgasms subside. He laughs as he looks deep into my eyes. “That’s the reaction I was hoping for.” With that said he proceeds to withdraw his cock from my sopping wet cunt and moves to press against the opening to my tight anus. “You did say that you wanted to feel the ecstasy of having my cock fuck ALL your holes.” As he plunges deeper and deeper, I feel myself becoming dizzy and lightheaded. His intensity is taking me to the place that I call subspace ‒ a point between consciousness and passing out. I feel like I’m floating away. A suddenly deep thrust brings me back - I feel his balls slapping against my ass and hear him call out my name. I feel thrust after thrust as he fills and fills me with his jism. When he is totally spent, he again looks into my eyes as he collapses on top of me.
We lay there for quite away. Finally, he begins to move. We look at each other and the word, “WOW” comes out our mouths at the same time…lol. He sits beside me and strokes my breast. He then stands up offering me his hand and leads me to the hot tub. He pours a couple glass of wine and we get in. I sit beside him and he pulls me over between his legs. I lay my head against him as he wraps his arm around me. I laugh as I tell him that I had forgotten how much fun it is to help someone bring out there “Inner Dom.” He calls Gina to thank you for his wonderful “gift.”
Note: There could be a Part 2, Part 3, etc. to this story
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Posted:Sep 2, 2007 5:39 pm
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This blog is different for me as it talks about a subject I'm trying to figure out to most effectively deal with. This past April, 2007, I was “officially” (as in diagnosed by a medical professional) as having Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder (ADHD). And for the first time in a long time, things in my life made sense.
So what is ADHD? ADHD is a problem related to brain development (neuron-developmental disorder) that causes hyperactivity (always on the move), impulsive behavior (doing things without self control or thought), and attention problems (not able to pay attention).
The following behaviors and problems may stem directly from ADHD or may be the result of related adjustment issues:
• Chronic lateness and forgetfulness ‒The lateness things has been the story of my life. I created the concept of being fashionably late out of desperation…lol. In terms of forgetfulness, if it’s important to me then it’s no problem.
• Chronic procrastination or trouble getting started ‒ It took 47 years to be diagnosed…lol.
• Employment problems ‒ In my current position, I have fewer occupational achievements or is it just a sense of underachievement of not meeting one's goals (regardless of how much one has actually accomplished), but it pays substantially more ‒ I guess we all have a price.
• Trouble in going through established channels and following "proper" procedure.
• Anxiety ‒ At times.
• Difficulty controlling emotions.
• Impulsiveness - Although, I have mastered being “politically correct” in my professional life, I often avoid say anything “off the cuff” as I tend to insert my foot in my mouth”…lol. My first thought may not what I really mean. It’s a starting point to a final answer and isn’t the most profound thing you’ll hear come out of my mouth. On some matters, I go to the other extreme and procrastinate without making a decision.
• A tendency towards addictive behavior (usually in the form of substance abuse or addiction) ‒ Not an issue…maybe sexual addiction
• Poor organization skills ‒ I’d rather create a plan than implement it.
• Many projects going simultaneously; trouble with follow through.
• Low frustration tolerance ‒ I have no patience with certain kinds of people.
• An intolerance of boredom ‒ Boredom has been an issue at work and home. When handed lemons, make lemonade…lol.
• Difficulty concentrating when reading ‒ Depends on the subject matter.
• Relationship problems ‒ Lololol.
• A frequent search for high stimulation.
• Easy distracted; trouble focusing attention, tendency to tune out or drift away in the middle of a page or conversation, often coupled with an inability to focus at times.
• Impatient; low tolerance of frustration.
These behaviors may be mild to severe and can vary with the situation or be present all of the time. Adults with ADHD may have difficulty following directions (I thought it was problem with dealing with authority issue…lol), remembering information (and friends thought I had a forgiving heart when it was that I could not remember why I was upset…it becomes a non-issue issue fairly quickly), concentrating, organizing tasks or completing work within time limits. I’ve gone through life perpetual losing keys and pens, having problems being organized, feeling just an inner sense of restlessness, not being able to sit through activities that take a lot of brain power. Try attending law school and not being able to concentrate.
Some adults with ADHD may be able to concentrate if they are interested in or excited about what they are doing (this is me). Others may have difficulty focusing under any circumstances. Some adults look for stimulation, but others avoid it (it is easy for me to go into an overload mode ‒ just ask any partner that I’ve had…lol). Adults with ADHD can also be withdrawn and antisocial, or they can be overly social and unable to be alone (I am neither).
Although most people don't outgrow ADHD, they do learn to adapt. If the difficulties associated with ADHD are managed appropriately throughout their lives, adults with ADHD can learn to develop personal strengths and become productive and successful. And without knowing it, this is what I have in many aspects of my life. I have conducted research and learned new techniques. Every now and then I have a setback. And this too shall pass…
There are some pluses of having attention-deficit disorder, such as being very creative, being able to multitask effectively, versatility, a well-developed sense of humor, and an ability to “think outside the box.” Every cloud does, indeed, have a silver lining.
Take care,
AKA
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Full Moon Will Have To Produce a Miracle...LOL:)
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Posted:Sep 1, 2007 4:44 am
Last Updated:Sep 22, 2007 5:00 pm
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UPDATE: Obviously, we all had too much to drink as there's not a full moon tonight - we all had a good laugh over this. I guess I get a reprieve...lol
Over drinks and dinner last night, friends and I contemplated the upcoming Full Moon tonight. The full moon is usually very kind to me, but as tonight's full moon approaches, I don't think the force is with me...lol.
So take the opportunity to enjoy the moon in all its splendor and glory
AKA
As another full moon nears, I wonder who from my past will reappear in my life...It seems that as the full moon near that my past "lusts" appear out of no where - somehow that seems appropriate as some of them have just disappeared into thin air
So what gives?
The moon has long held an air of mystery. The full moon is thought to be associated with romance and outlandish behavior. Lovers experience strong amorous feelings under its glowing fullness. And sightings of strange creatures (past lusts...lol) often occur more frequently when the moon is full. That's it...lol I've figured it out...ROFL
The influence of the moon is most powerful when the moon is full. People seem to be more emotional at this time as our deepest feelings somehow seem to float to the surface. So when the moon is full those who have loved and/or lusted after this blond, voluptuous lady return to experience more of her
Unfortunately, this too shall pass - as the full moon wanes, my past loves/lusts disappear until the next full orbit brings them back.....
Full Moon Mystery
Jan 31, 2007 10:16 pm
Mood: beautiful, 544 Views
Update: The full moon didn't disappoint me and brought me someone that I crave - which is a notch above a lust. This "Lust" never disappoints me and I will ALWAYS welcome him with open arms and thighs...lolol.
P.S. Don't forget your Sweeties or forget to stop by and wish me HAPPY BIRTHDAY on February 14th
{=}AKA
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