I hear faint sounds of the running water from the shower. Steam billows out of the shower stall. Condensation beads up one the mirror. Silence as the water shuts off. Slam. The shower door slams and he steps out. Water is running down his body. He checks himself out in the mirror as he roughly drying his body off.

The towel is tightly wrapped around his waist. The bulge of his manhood is visible…like it's calling out for someone to listen. Lusting… someone keeps watching from the doorway, peeking as he prepares to put his clothes on.

Slap, slap, slap. The sound his hands are making as he puts lotion on his body. Those hands, nothing gentle about them. He lotions up like he is washing his car.

Yet someone is distracted. Someone is remembering how gentle he was. When his mind opens to his special place in his mind he lets his naughty side come out.

Those fingers, slippery tongue, and passionate lips that kissed, licked, and stroked those special places. Those fingers had someone lusting for him. As they moved methodically and rhythmically in all of the right places.

Slap, slap, slap. Just like that someone was reminded that those hands wreak destruction. There's no gentleness in them.

He's standing by the bed in his boxers all oiled up. Preparing to put on his clothes and someone is just watching, lusting and needing more.

No more watching. Someone walks in…close the doors behind them…

It’s 12:45 in the morning and I have to be at work in a few hours. Yet, I’m wide awake fantasizing about you.

I already miss you. It feels like you’ve been away forever but it’s only been two days. 

I bury my nose into you pillow. I can smell your scent…the faint smell of your cologne. I squeeze the pillow. Holding it tight close to me. 

I close my eyes and I see you. 

I want to kiss you. 

I want to act like when we first met. 

I want to sit on the phone, talk for hours, hear you breathing on the other end even though I just saw you. 

I want to hold hands and take a walk along the beach. 

Pausing for a moment for a soft kiss. 

Snapping back to reality…

We won’t do those kind of things. It was just a fantasy. Real life took over this relationship a long time ago. 

We will text instead of actually talking. 


Do you ever fantasize? What do you fantasize about? 

Feel free to share…

Can Men and Women be Friends? Guest Post by Anonymous 

Sitting here thinking. I don’t most of time, but I have been this week…

Can men and women just be friends? 

Can two married people be just friends without their spouses?

What if each spouse doesn’t know how much the two actually talk via messages, social media, calling, etc. Is this wrong? 

In my opinion, if your spouse doesn’t know all details of your convo, then there is something wrong with it…it’s OK to be friendly and stuff but if your conversation can not be shared and it crosses friendship lines then you are in bad grounds period. 

Are you in a relationship as such? 

What are your options? 

I have no issue with friends but secrets etc cross alot of lines. Respect is a two way street! In my opinion, that’s what’s wrong with folks these days..they always looking over the fence imagining about the grass in the other yard.

So I repeat. 

 Can men and women just be friends and leave sex out of there conversation or thoughts? Hmmmm?

Please be kind…I’m using my blog as an outlet for some shy writers. The views expressed do not necessarily reflect my own opinions ~ Prudence 

What is Love~ Guest Post by Anonymous 

What is love?

What is a good marriage? 

What makes you whole? 

I love my wife very much. I may not show her as much as I should but I know in my heart of hearts I do.

 Some days are harder than others but I do love her. 

Trust is a big thing. 

I trust her but don’t trust most around her and for some reason sometimes it weighs on me…

I don’t sit up and think about it at night. 

 I do wonder what other people say to her. 

Sometimes she is moodie and sometimes mean but I love her..she should know I try my best and I’m trying harder. 

Love is a crazy thing. 

This is what happens when I nap all day and up all night. 

Marriage…365 Days or Less

I know a guy who got married in June and they had their baby in August. It’s now January and he’s talking about divorce. They spent a lot of money on this wedding.  Made a big deal out of it and everything.  I’m just sick to my stomach with the thought because I just don’t understand how you can really know if your marriage will work if you haven’t taken the time to put effort into it.

I just want to smack him upside the head and ask him what’s wrong with him? I mean I don’t understand why did he go to the trouble of getting married if he didn’t even want to work at his marriage.  Is this the common thing, today where people get married only to get divorced?   What pisses me off even more is that he hasn’t even let the ink on the marriage and birth certificate dry before he started chasing skirts again.  He’s almost in another committed relationship.  Okay, there is no almost about it.  There’s already someone keeping his feet warm at night.

I understand that he got the girl pregnant and he wanted to do the right thing, however, we put so much into the planning of a wedding.  The process of going through a divorce is tedious and dreadful.  There’s no such thing as a happy divorce.  Okay, may every blue moon there is a couple that is happier divorced then married.

I mean honestly getting married, having a baby, and then a quick run to divorce court, it seems like it’s just so stupid when it’s been less than a year. Most of this could have been avoided from the very beginning and it would have been easier to do the relationship thing, use protection, see if the relationship grows and then and only then introduce a baby to relationship after you decided to marry her.

I don’t know maybe I’m reading too much into it but I just have a hard time looking at so many people who get married only to get divorced within the 1st five years of the marriage and it just seems stupid to me. Now if there is an abusive relationship or conflicting schedules that keep you apart and you never saw your spouse then that might be a good reason to say OK, I’m throwing in the towel but to not even put forth the effort to make the relationship work to is just a waste of time. It concerns me more that now you have an innocent baby involved.  From what I hear, both of them are being spiteful and using the baby as a pawn.

Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t start my family in the traditional sense at all.  Meaning, I am not saying that it has to be love, marriage, and a baby carriage.

I don’t want to come off as being judgmental or anything like that but it just drives me absolutely bat shit crazy to know that people make babies and marry people they hardly know and don’t put effort into relationships but they take the time to spend thousands of dollars on weddings and yet so little time is put into the marriage itself.

What if it was impossible to get divorced? Would you have to spend every waking moment trying to repair what was broken, or missing or incomplete? If divorce was illegal would you have to concentrate on making things right? Would you be able to overlook the things that might not add up? I mean I’m just curious because divorce seems like the out for people who don’t want to be in.

I read the stories about couples married 40 years and they are so in love with each other or been together so long that they die shortly after one passes away. I’m just curious, is five years, 10 years, 15 years, are these the new marriage goals. Is 20 years like the new golden age for marriage. Is 20 the magic number? When people get married today, do they set the goal for 50 years? Is 50 years the Milestone they want to reach in their marriage? Does it seem far-fetched?

I don’t know…these are just my thoughts and even maybe a little bit of a rant.

My body…the confession

So I am like 40 and you know what that means?  Men, teenage girls, and little kids think that’s like OLD right?  Considering 40 isn’t really that old and I wasn’t born when they discovered Stonehenge I am still considerably young.

I do however have this problem and it’s not going away any time soon.  No matter how many times  I have tried to act like it didn’t exist…it comes back and stares me in the face every single time I look in the mirror.

Have I gotten your interest up yet?

Do you want to know what my problem is?

Of course you do…we are all nosey by nature.

I am/was/is ASHAMED of my body (all depends on my mood that day).

There, I said it.  I have confessed.  I should feel free and liberated now, right?


I still want to get dressed in the dark.  I don’t want anyone to see.


There’s more.  Before you get all judgmental on me…let me explain.

I have the whole saggy boobs thing going.  Add insult to injury…I have a huge bra.  Big flappy, saggy boobs.

The chronic flat/squared/rectangle thing going on with my ass.

Then there’s the hematoma on my thigh.  Try explaining that to men when you get naked.  Or when it’s visible from the pants or shorts that I am wearing.  Just imagine…all of your friends wearing daisy dukes and your wearing Capri pants in the summer time.

Also, the protruding ribs.  My short lived efforts at being a dare devil!  The little jump off of the steps with my bike that went horribly wrong.  At least I lived to tell the tale, right?

Oh, then there’s the stretch marks.  I have had them since I hit puberty.  It was weird being so young in a cover up.  Not sure that I wanted the world to see my woman marks.  I never wore bikini’s or bathing suits without trying to mask my disgrace.

Did I forget to mention…the muffin top…the last kid really did me in.  I didn’t snap back like I did with the other two.

Oh let’s not forget, Bucky the Beaver.  I was called this a lot by kids when I was little.  I had a massive gap and these huge, discolored front teeth (again…being the tom boy that I was…another story for another day), and these two pig tales that just screamed…not cute at ALL.

So let me run it down…big gut, huge lump, flat ass, and a partridge and a pear tree…

Yeah…that’s me…so insecure…so ashamed.

I won’t blame all the magazines with the insanely skinny women.

I won’t blame the doctors that poke needles in people’s faces to make them look young again.

I won’t blame my parents for their genetic make up.  Although…it is technically their fault…

I won’t blame my love for peanut butter Oreo’s in the middle of the night either.

I won’t blame my love for red meat, cakes, pies, cookies and the best of all…plain Lay’s potato chips…

I won’t even blame my reckless behavior while being a kid…

Or the three kids that I gave birth too.  Even though, I have had saggy boobs since I was 15.

I won’t even blame my age either.

I won’t blame anyone or anything.

At the end of the day…every part of my body is a reminder of something that I did that was wonderful, great, and the not so great.

I won’t say that I am 100 percent comfortable in my own skin.

I will say that every lump, bump, or sag has a story and most of those stories mean something special to me.

I tell you what I do know, that I’m the ugly duckling that turned into a beautiful swan… I grew into my teeth too.

I love me some me.

There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t take an opportunity to take a selfie. (Usually from the neck up)

Please believe that I may not like being naked but I absolutely love a curvy dress, fabulous make up and some F*** me pumps.

I’m done confessing for today.  Do you have something to confess to today?