Chocolate Sex and the Big Tease…Valentine’s Day Edition

No words…just you and me…and a fucking F-O-R-K!!!

Was it as good for you…As it was for me?

“The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched – they must be felt with the heart.” ~ Hellen Keller

Good day to you.  I just wanted to let my readers know that I am thinking of them.  I hope all is well.  There’s so much going on in the world right now.  With all this noise it can be hard to focus.  I wanted to give you a reminder.

Take a pause, a deep breathe in, exhale, and take a moment to just be peaceful and in the moment.

Be a great humanitarian today!  Be thankful for your blessings! Walk in Love and let peace be still!

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My Dixie

I had Dixie for 11 years. We had a lot of cuddles, a lot of eating, and many prison breaks that resulted in me chasing you around the neighborhood in my car. You’ve traveled to many places and you left pounds and pounds of white hair every where. You especially liked staying at the Hyatt. You snored the loudest in their comfortable beds. 5 Star accommodations for a 5 Star friend. We survived 10 vacuums, a few remotes, and plenty of great times. Above all, you were my eyes and ears when Junior was getting into stuff. He didn’t mind you laying on him as a pillow or stepping on him while he was sleep. There’s always room in the tent for you. I will miss you sooooo much my love. You were more than just a dog.

Lust


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…

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A Birthday Letter of Sorts 

Today would have been your 75th birthday. I still hear your voice but sometimes it sounds like a faint whisper. 

I know your okay. I’m okay too. I wanted you to know what I’ve been up too since it’s   been so long and we don’t talk like we used to…

The week before last, I was in charge of a very big command milestone. I wore my brand new uniform (I can’t remember if I told you that the Navy finally made me a Chief).  So crisp, white and shiny. When I looked in the mirror, I thought I saw a glimpse of you…

Can you believe that in October I will have completed 20 years in the Navy? I reenlisted for 4 more. I wish you were here to see me finish what I started. 


I hope I still make you proud…

My oldest has been working her real grown up job for a year now. Can you believe she’s 23? Where has the time gone?

These tears as I write this feels like it was just yesterday and not 8 years ago. 

The girls are getting so big and so are their mouths. I find myself pulling a play from your playbook. Who knew…I would morph into sounding like my mama completely. 

The boy…a big handful. Spoiled rotten. Attached to my hip. Yet, he keeps the laughter in my house. He forces me to keep using my imagination. You’ve never seen him before. He’s so silly. He looks just like his dad. 


Yesterday Roderick and I celebrated our 8 year anniversary. Can you believe it? Someone has been able to put up with my crap for 8 years. His hair hasn’t turned white yet so I guess I haven’t “plucked his last damn nerve yet.” Your words. Not mine. 


After 8 years he finally got me a present with real meaning. Guess squawking really pays off. I wanted you to see it. 


Some things haven’t changed much. I still drink my MT Dew, vacuum my floors in the same direction, love my bacon, and desserts. I have stepped up my cooking game. I will probably go to culinary school next year if I can fit it into my schedule. We will see. 

I don’t want you to be mad because I haven’t been to your grave. I can’t bring myself to do it. I hold you in my heart always and I don’t need to go there to be reminded of who you are. 

Until next time, I love and miss you. Happy Birthday, Ma!

Love always,

Me

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. 

Work…home…fuss…TV…fuss…eat…fuss…gym…repeat!

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. 

That One Song Will Get You        
A lot of people will say music speaks to their situation. Whatever you have gone through or are going through there’s always a sound that you can relate too. Then there’s that one song that will get you. 

 That song that takes you to a place in time or a memory of your life that you’ve tucked away somewhere deep inside. Over the years I’ve heard many people talk about that one song. That one song for me was “My First Love” by Avant. 

 It takes me back to a time where I was with my first love. We were together during my school days but for one reason or another her family moved away. We had made love for the first time before she left and we promised each other we would stay in touch. We wrote each other but eventually the letters stopped and the phone calls stopped coming in. 

 Once we were adults she had reached out but by then she was married with children. She told me that her parents kept the letters I wrote and never told her until she became an adult. She thought I had stopped writing her so naturally she stopped writing and had moved on, much like I had. 

 For a long time I use to wonder what would have happened if we stayed in touch. Would we have made it work, would she have waited for me, what would our kids have looked like? At the end of the day we both moved on and went our own individual ways, she’s become a success in her profession and I’m doing pretty well too but to quote that one song that will get me, “Long as I live, she will be my first love…..”

– Anonymous 

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.