My Costume

Ok ~~~~ so it's Halloween..... it's freekin 25* outside and I have to work....

What other choice

do I have other than going as.........

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A SMURFETTE!

Happy Halloween

Be Safe!!!

Loving Limb

She opened her eyes into darkness. Heavy curtains snugly covered the windows, and peering in front of her she could see a silhouette of an extremity sticking out from under the duvet~ pointing toward her. She touched this silent member of his sleeping body, tips of her fingers crawling along its length, patting, caressing~~his arm.

Her fingers walked up stepping on every little mole and freckle, tracing a blue veined underside. Gingerly they dug under the skin feeling every fiber and muscle. She caressed the forearm, the very part where it was so delicious and meaty to bite. She moved in closer, her nose almost touching his shoulder, breathing in deeply a light scent of lotion and still sleeping skin.

Wanting to smell more of him, she placed her face into a gentle crinkle where the arm meets the body, positioning her nose near the armpit. A faint odor of his comforting musk embraced her smell buds. She drank it in for a few moments while still caressing his shoulder. Slowly her palm slid down his forearm across the slight tan-line from a t-shirt sleeve, over the elbow to the part where his arm became hairy-the very part that she liked to clamp onto~ placing it between her legs and squeezing it with her thighs. She rubbed her mound on it, whether clothed or bare with added sensation of his arm hair tickling her skin.

This was the very arm that gave her a comforting hug, which embraced her tightly as they danced, that she held on to when they strolled in a park, that supported her whenever she slipped, that gently patted her back when she cried in distress, and held her close when they spooned.

She grabbed the arm in her both hands, caressing, tracing the blue web trails of his hot blood and messing up short silky hair. She tickled the thinner part of the arm where it becomes wrist which she yearned to tie to the bed when she straddled his form.

Her fingers slid over the top of his palm stroking every hot inch of his skin. She flipped his palm over to study its landscape of lines. She melted into his hand that cupped her breasts, giving them warm, sensational welcomes. This hand; that caressed and massaged her, perfectly fit on her buttocks, had pinned her wrist to the bed like a handcuff when he entered her. With that hand he probed her face and covered her mouth to silent her passionate cries.

Her fingers slid between his, tangling as they did when they walked holding hands, causing warm waves to wash over her whole being. His fingers were long and knotty, and she wanted to feel every cell, as if looking to find a small hole through which she could seep into his body, mix within his being.

These were the fingers that navigated a lathery sponge in a bathtub when they showered together, covering her back and tips of her nipples with white fluff. Fingers that slid all over her skin, probed her, crawled in and out of her, twirled within, pinched her nipples, and pulled and tangled her hair. Fingers that dipped in the wine painted contours of her lips.

They were lollypop fingers that she loved to kiss, suck and chew on, that fed her desserts and disappeared into her mouth. She remembered them trace her lips, part them softly and push in with demands for a tongue caress. She even caressed his nails, remembering how they felt sliding along her genital lips. They were the same naughty fingers that sometimes slid into the back of her jeans to steal a quiet caress.


This was the arm that belonged to her and to which she belonged, the most beautiful, sensual, divine member of his body, the one that took care of her, embraced her, and kneaded the dough of her body and mended her heart.

This arm possessed the eternal knowledge of love, and resting on the puffy duvet, looking lifeless and almost neglected, it held together her life. So hugging it, she drifted away in a peaceful sleep.

Just Dark

I should be over it by now
The pain should no longer be piercing my heart
There should no longer be a void in my soul
My tears should be dry
My memory should have stopped deceiving me by now
Making me believe that you're still here
To make me smile
Make me laugh
Make me go out
When I would just rather stay home and meditate

But the delusions haven't gone away
They're scrutinizing
Terrorizing
Haunting my days
I pray
To my Love
My Divine
To heal me from my delusions
My confusions
My entrapment
Between the dark and the light

I can't stand it
I need to be free
From your attachment
Your bond
From the envy I feel
From you leaving me
Why did you go
So suddenly
So tragically

You were my love
My soul mate
And I
I was my lover's keeper

I was denied the right to love you
To laugh with you
To grow with you

Please take a Moment.....

I am taking a break for a day or so... Please keep fellow blogger NWO

and his Mom in your thoughts.... send calming healing vibes to her....

Communication Contact

Here I sit sipping coffee and reading my mail and I run across this...Well this weeks "horrible~scope" has landed an idea in my pea brain... I think I may try my hand at a short story... wish me luck!!!

You may decide to write a novel this week, CHEESY,
or at least try your hand at a few short stories. The Sun, Mercury, Venus, and Mars heavily impact your house of communications, and that should propel you into a lot of contact with your friends, relatives and neighbors.
On Tuesday the Moon in Sagittarius might find you contemplating making a move out of your area, to another location that might prove more beneficial for your job, and possibly social life. This could be something that you have thought about for a long time, and are only recently taking action on.

On Wednesday, Venus and Mars conjunct, and you could find that a distant relative contacts you, and it might happen that you are invited to a family gathering. Think before you say no, since this event might bring you into contact with a potential dating partner.
[dang what am I supposed to do Thurs. and Friday?]

On Saturday, Neptune turns direct in your employment sector, so your job issues should become clearer for you.[HA fooled them I'm OFF Saturday!]

On Sunday, your ruler Mercury goes retrograde,[does that mean Mercury wears bell bottoms and Platform shoes?] and you will notice this more acutely then some of the other signs. Back up your computer and watch that you monitor your phone voice mail messages, and emails, in case one or two of them goes astray.

Frowns Verses Grins

I decided to log what made me grin and what made me frown today..... The grins won so it was a good day!


Frown: Tons of mail on a Saturday

{thin chit too!}

Frown: My Poor Ducks lost

Frown: Getting back from a long Arse day... And learn you have to stay longer

Frown: Paper Cuts

Grin:Co~worker Notes

Grin: All the mail in the Case!

Grin: Customers able to take Month long Vacations

Grin: All That damn mail Fitting!!!

Grin: A dog knowing his Place

Grin: Color

Grin: A "Thinking of You" text

{this counts for 2!}

Grin: A little present of coffee beans from a customer

{I had delivered a huge box from Hawaii yesterday!}

Grin: A dog happy to see me HOME!

Grin: Hungry Fur Faces

So you do the math..... way more grins than frowns

Autumn Ablaze~Abloom

I have been enjoying the changing of the leaves this week while doing my daily deliveries... Just thought I would share a little of my "office"

I want to go BACK!

Well I'm 1/2 way through my first week back from vacation..... dazam I could go for a swim right now!

Special Friend mailed me my mis-packed swimming suit back.. and cd's with the pics he took. This one kind of sums up the peaceful feeling I had.

3's for NWO

I think I see NWO'S Christmas present!

Oral Sex

You know you WANT somma This!

So today is Sunday and I feel it's the OFFICIAL start of fall here in my lil' neck of the woods. Last day of my vacation... A cold snap has set in.... Apples FLEW off the trees over night.. And my Lilac bush's leaves turned brown it seems by magic and have started to depart the poor small bush.

So......

What else is a girl to do but bake cookies

and clean out her closet? Summer clothes put away and sweaters shaken out ~ washed and rehung on the rod.

I have to admit though I did keep a pair of cutoffs and 2 tank tops out,,,, just in case! This is Oregon and if I wait 5 minutes the weather may change.

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Addendum for Mr. Fab

Brat boy! There's a pound and a half inside!

:p

Last of the Trip Images

Well this is the end of the photo ops... Well the ones I can share!!!

:o)

Beautiful day at the beach

Got to get in the Cheesy toe shot [or it isn't really a vacation!]

Safety first!

Beach grasses
Beach bikes Cool snag
People watching

I named these sand beans lol

Palm stump driftwood
Some greenery


View from room door
Dewy flowers

Canal shots


Bird sculpture enema??
Almost home! Sad but a comforting sight.. Shasta

For Stucco

LOL just for you Stucco!!

Cheesy Ride

One of the side trips I took this past week was to Lawton Stables. Located on the island and we toured through the Sea Pines preserve. It was a fantastic way to see the true nature of the island. The only disappointment was they have had to stop the beach rides.... So sad too bad for her Cheesiness.The stable area was beautiful and I got a sense as soon as I started to walk around and take in the sights that this establishment truly loved their animals and cared deeply for the horses and creatures that live on the property.

And held our safety in mind ..lol.

This gorgeous creature greeted me at the fence... A true stud... And he KNEW it!

This tiny guy is the newest member of the farm... They had a "name the colt" contest going on... He was pure eye candy~~ a treat to watch. Little flicking tail and a very hungry little man.

Meet Honey... My companion for the morning. She was a real sweetheart and even said "cheese" for the camera!

One difficult part of the ride was getting clear pictures... I'm afraid I was a tad bit busy taking in all the sights... And Honey seemed to know every time I really wanted a shot... She would dip her head and thus pull the reins. I have quite a few blurred shots lmao! But these ones came out clear enough to post... I loved the long hanging moss and Palmettos growing in the underbrush. It smelled so earthy and sweet.. I was in sensory overload!

And this is Sammy... She was the resident gardener... Kept all the flowers trimmed lol... I heard her name called out a lot... I think she thrives on negative attention.

All in all.... it was a FABOO day!

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Response

Plunge your words of love
Into my mouth
As you move against me

Feel the resistance
Of your thighs
Touching mine

You flow into me
Filling my breasts
With blush

You leak into me

Silken, wet ribbons
Of pleasure

Open your eyes
See the moment
You make me yours

Spirals of light
Cascades of stars
Luminous colors
Surround me

A glorious setting
One to behold

I am glowing
Ignited by your love
Burning at your touch

Eyes wide and bright
Lips swollen
Disarray of auburn hair

A portrait to behold
Painted by you

Refreshed

Well kids... I'm home safe and refreshed.. Not so sure I am ready to join the "real world" again, but I had an amazing... lovely trip.

Many beautiful sights and countless precious moments shared with my love.. And too many deep down gut laughs to count. My life is a gift.

I will be posting some of the pictures as this week allows...

Some of the highlights real quick:

Southern hospitality.. Nothing quite like it!

Having morning coffee with my sweety on the deck.

Jamaican bartenders... I think they have a sweet spot for redheads!

Having the sun rise on the beach and not be setting as it does on this coast... Rather corn~fusing at times! lol

Breaking the headboard in a nice resort... You KNOW you've had a good night!

Not watching what you eat... well except for watching WHILE you eat.....[grin grin]

Dancing for the first time with your lover... I can't even put it into words.

Being able to actually swim in the ocean...and not have your lips blue or your nipples hard enough to cut glass afterwards.

Walking down a dark quiet side street after an amazing meal.. Hand in hand and just sharing random thoughts....And having him worry that you will break yourself if you step in a hole.

Getting the rug burned knee from hell...[yes this was sweet in a way]... Because housekeeping has woken you from a VERY sound after wild monkey sex nap... And you didn't know your lover had remembered to push over the privacy lock... gawd I am such a klutz.....[but I can look down at the knee and grin... Because I HAD AMAZING SEX right before that!]

Seeing his lovely smile across a table.. Or a crowded room... Or across a rumpled pillow... But most exquisite first thing in the morning... Just in the same bed.

Unpacking your suitcase... and finding vacation sand still stuck to your sandals!

Last but not least... Seeing my first alligator... tummy tightens at the thought!

[I know the pic is small... but at that close range... he was HUGE]

Soon to be Away!

As I sit here doing laundry and while finishing up my packing for my trip back east, I get a bit of a tingle at the prospects of what lies ahead of me this coming week. Not only do I get to spend some very quality time with my special friend, I am going to get to explore a part of the country that I have yet to visit! I can barely wait to roam the beaches and plantations with my camera and eyes. Watch out world~ I'll be on the loose!

As the know-how of travel grows ever more sophisticated, the world grows smaller. While a journey of a hundred miles once took many days, we can now travel across the globe in sheer hours. The four corners of the earth are easily reached by plane, train, and ship, and there are few pleasures in life as soul-stirring and transformative as travel. In a new land, the simplest of joys can be profound-meditation takes on a new value because the energy in which we are immersed is untried. Our sensory experiences are totally fresh. Yet the relative ease with which we can step out of our own way of life in order to explore another means that we are ambassadors representing not only our own way of life but also the culture of the traveler. As a mindful citizen of the world, you can add value to the locales you visit while at the same time broaden your own outlook.

A truly alert traveler sees each new journey as an opportunity to improve worldwide relations, spread goodness, [and maybe a little badness?] and gain a greater acceptance of civilization. To immerse yourself in far-off cultures is to open your mind to fresh ways of being. Your natural curiosity can help you find the way to the subtleties that distinguish a culture. While you may not agree with all the customs or laws of a country, abiding by them demonstrates that you understand and respect their worth. Staying centered in another culture is often simply a matter of learning about your destination, being patient with yourself and others, and accepting that people may treat you as an example of your country or stateÂ’s attitudes. New worlds will open to you when you take part in the everyday life of a locale-the reality of a destination is in its markets, its streets, and its people.

Traveling presents a magnificent chance to practice being open-minded and grounded. The voyages you make help nurture a worldwide community in which we as humans can recognize and appreciate our differences as much as we recognize and value our similarities. Though you will eventually return home, the positive impression you leave behind will remain as a tribute to the respect and friendliness that marked your intercultural connections.

So tomorrow after work I will be setting out on the first leg of my voyage. I'll have a little foo foo drink with an umbrella for you all!

Bulwer-Lytton Contest

Here are the results this year's Bulwer-Lytton contest -- which annually challenges bad writers everywhere to compose the opening sentence to the worst of all possible novels -- so I could then pass on to you, dear readers, my favorite entries from this year's competition, which I will, as you might have learned if you hadn't stopped reading this incredibly long-winded sentence way up there on the page somewhere:

THE WINNER
Detective Bart Lasiter was in his office studying the light from his one small window falling on his super burrito when the door swung open to reveal a woman whose body said you've had your last burrito for a while, whose face said angels did exist, and whose eyes said she could make you dig your own grave and lick the shovel clean.

RUNNER-UP
"I know what you're thinking, punk," hissed Wordy Harry to his new editor, "you're thinking, 'Did he use six superfluous adjectives or only five?' -- and to tell the truth, I forgot myself in all this excitement; but being as this is English, the most powerful language in the world, whose subtle nuances will blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?"

DISHONORABLE MENTIONS
{1}Todd languished there, neck deep in the pumpkin-hued Amargosa Desert sand like a long forgotten cupcake in an Easy Bake Oven gone hellishly amok, and it finally made sense... "ooohhhh, DEATH Valley."

{2}When he heard the woman upstairs scream, the Maytag man's heart thumped in his chest like an off-balance washer full of heavy bath towels.
{3..MY fav!}Despite the vast differences in their ages, ethnicity, and religious upbringing, the sexual chemistry between Roberto and Heather was the most amazing he had ever experienced; and for the entirety of the Labor Day weekend they had sex like monkeys on espresso, not those monkeys in the zoo that fling their feces at you, but more like the monkeys in the wild that have those giant red butts, and access to an espresso machine.

A Moment of Silence Please....

After years of eating the less flavorful, but more convenient canned variety of spinach, Popeye decided to try a healthier, fresher, and more fragrant alternative, leading to disastrous results...

Thoughts on Personals

I've been reading personal ads for a few years. They truly fascinate me. Online dating seems to be the new way people meet and mate, and I think that if one is aware of its pitfalls and doesn't have one's expectations set too high or too low, one can really get something meaningful out of it.

In particular, I've been reading the ones that straight men post, and I think I've just now figured out the perfect woman for the average guy looking for a date/fuck/whatever-as-long-as-it's-not-'girlfriend' online:

DIET & BODY TYPE


* She has to be the type that counts calories and watches her weigh obsessively, lest she pork up and/or let herself go, at least while she's with him

* But she has to be down for late-night junk-food runs, snacking and staying in on weekends for lazy sex and movie marathons on the couch
* So she has to be a careless eater who can somehow avoid packing on the pounds

* She also has to be thin, athletic and outdoorsy
* But she can't be too thin, or too muscular, as men still want curves, not pointy hips and knees or rock-hard biceps
* But natural curves, as most don't like the feel of implants
* So she has to be a thin, athletic woman with a liberal diet and zero body fat with no bony bits and big, natural tits



GROOMING


* She has to be a girly-girl; flawless makeup, perfect hair, high heels, designer clothes, French-tip nails, hairless down there, bleached asshole... the whole nine yards

* But she can't be high maintenance; she has to be able to run in clear stripper-heels and do a touchdown without ruining her makeup
* But too much makeup is a deal-killer

* So she has to look flawless at all times (dressed and naked) while not being high-maintenance, but she can't be the type who wears a lot of makeup and has fussy hair extensions and a radioactive spray-on tan


EDUCATION


* She has to be really smart, and have a good grasp of politics and current events
* But not so smart that she's outspoken or opinionated
* And especially not so smart that she dares to disagree with him
* So she has to be a well-educated, independent woman who knows that her rightful place is not in a men's conversation
* Bonus points for a PhD candidate in astro-physics who doesn't dare open her mouth lest she make him feel stupid


INDEPENDENCE


* She has to be the sort of woman who can solve problems on her own; change her own oil, unplug her own kitchen sink, that sort of thing

* She also has to be able to get by with neither his assistance nor his presence, as he needs to spend his weekends with the boys doing Man Stuff
* But she can't be so independent that she'd dare to spend her time with the girls doing girly 'chick (not Woman) stuff', especially if it involves spending money, whether or not it's his

* And even if she can wield a torque wrench with her bare (perfectly manicured) hands, she has to be scared to death of bugs and rodents, and need him to walk her to her car at night to fend off rapists and muggers

* So she has to be self-sufficient, but not so self-sufficient that she realizes she doesn't really need him

SEXUAL BRAVADO


* She has to be sexually free; the adventurous type who will indulge his passion for road head, anal sex and threesomes with other women (not men)

* But not so free that she'd have tried any of those nasty, slutty things before, especially not with any other men
* But she has to have enough experience to know how to do those things for him well, lest he dump her for her inadequacy
* So she has to be a sexually liberated virgin who has learned perfect bedroom technique, preferably via osmosis

MENTAL STATE


* She has to be messed-up enough to cry and beg for crazy, freaky sex with him, preferably after a fight, and especially when he treats her like crap

* But not so crazy that she flips out, is unbalanced, manic-depressive, passive aggressive, co-dependent, psychotic and/or needs to be heavily medicated

Master these subtleties and you too, could be good enough for the kind of man who posts personal ads without his own clear, recent, close-up picture! You know, the kind of guy who hasn't gotten laid since the Reagan administration, thinks personal hygiene is merely a suggestion, and jerks off to internet porn so frequently and with such fervor that one bicep is noticeably bigger than the other.

Sunday Fluffy Grin

There is no arguing with cowboy logic. The Sierra Club and the US Forest Service were presenting an alternative to Wyoming ranchers for controlling the coyote population.
It seems that after years of the ranchers using the tried and true methods of shooting and/or trapping the predator, the tree-huggers had a "more humane" solution.
What they proposed was for the animals to be captured alive, the males castrated and let loose again and the population would be controlled.
This was ACTUALLY proposed to the Wyoming Wool and Sheep Grower's Association by the Sierra Club and the USFS.All of the ranchers thought about this amazing idea for a couple of minutes.
Finally, an old boy in the in the back stood up, tipped his hat back and said,

"Son, I don't think you understand the problem. Those coyotes ain't fuckin' our sheep - they're eatin' 'em."

" Never eat more than you can lift. "

-Miss Piggy