Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Chapter One....Finless

Squeeeeeze, tighter, tighter, colors dance behind Sarah’s eyes.  Blue, purple, and pink dots dance and tease her consciousness.  She opens her eyes for that split second, to see those ice blue eyes drilling a determined and powerful gaze into her helpless face.  Blue eyes turn to black, and all light begins to fade…..is that evil taking over?

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Does This Exist????

Is there ever a thing as total satisfaction?  Seems that most of us keep wanting more and more, the further along in life we go.  I equate satisfaction with mediocrity and that does not settle well with me. 
Life has taught me that I cannot depend on another human being to see me through to success.  Other people have fraught my life with disappointment upon dismal disappointment, and worst yet, I allowed it.  Tumultuous cycle of doom and gloom. 
This script began at age two when my dad walked away from our house and left me on the front steps of the porch, crying because he did not say goodbye to me.  I tried counting on a male since that time, and when I did, I was devastated.  But, I began to wonder if the blame belonged to only me, and I was the instrumental figure in my own downfall.

Monday, August 29, 2011

totally random, from the son....

Going through all my writing and randomness and found this good gem in the slush pile.  My son comes by his creativity honestly.  He sent me this email from deer camp one November….
“The one and only GWH speaking, its now day 6 out in the cold, jim had to shoot a wild squirrell to keep us alive. got almost whole box of bullets but i dont know how long thats gonna last. the temperatures dropping rapidly but my half a beard and my wool socks are keeping me warm. the big bucks are starting to roam, g2g hit the woods.

ps. love and miss u mom”

Sunday, August 28, 2011

the things we know

It’s easy to write about things I know.  The words fly off the page and create a type of wrist/brain carpal tunnel which isn’t easily cured.  However, it’s the pain of the things I know which gives me pause.  How much am I willing to share with the world?  It doesn’t matter if it gains me an audience or notoriety, the cost of the divulged could be limitless.  I have to remind myself of that often.

Saturday, August 27, 2011

Addictions...


what are your addictions? we all seem to have something…sometimes we just have to think about it. not everything is labled “bad”, yet, it can have just as strong of a hold on our psyche. so, let’s say I’m not downing a bottle of wine everyday, but, i’m always on the computer? i believe anything which distorts or damages our connection to ourselves and those we love is dangerous. what are your thoughts?

Friday, August 26, 2011

Princess


Her skirt was shorter than her mother would have allowed, so, she was lucky she made it out the front door undetected.  As she snuck her way down the quiet sidewalk, she found her feet could not keep up with the excitement brewing in her mind.  She could already imagine the music in the air, the handsome men in sharp suits, and her hopes of finding a dashing dancing partner.  She knew mother would forbid her to visit such a place of ill repute, but she could not keep herself from going back.  Some girls even wore long strands of beads, stockings with garters, and feathers in their carefully coiffed hair!  She did not own such fancy clothing yet, but knew it would not be long before she had a fringed dress of her own. She could already imagine the colors and the way she could spin and twirl to make the fringe skip.  She giggled aloud at her own imagination and she felt more butterflies in her stomach.  She did have a beaded headband she had gotten as a birthday gift when she turned 15, and she wore that in her hair for added sparkle—she thought of it as her princess crown.  Her Walter always called her his princess.  He would smile and tell her how proud he was of her and that she would always be his princess.  Her mood suddenly changed somber when she noticed darkness had begun to fall as she drew further away from home.  She hoped she was close to the speakeasy.   She did not know if the part of town she was in to be a bad neighborhood or not, because frankly, she did not care.   She forced her thoughts back to the music, the lights, and the happiness she would feel when she arrived at her destination. Her imagination kept her entertained as she continued along the sidewalk.  She began to wonder if her dapper black haired gentleman would already be there, waiting and she smiled at the prospect of sharing the dance floor with him.  She thought about her life lately at home and wondered why everything seemed so stifled and sad.  She needed this escape to bring a smile to her troubled heart.  She had difficulty remembering the last time she smiled. As she continued on her way, it was taking longer for her to reach her destination than usual.  She wondered if in her daydreaming she had taken a wrong turn at a crosswalk, yet only briefly thought of stopping.  She was sure she had to be going in the right direction!  Determined, she puffed out her chest and kept walking. As she continued, it became more difficult and she wondered if she would have the energy to dance the night away as she normally did.  She did not recall it being this far before, and her feet were becoming tired in her dancing shoes.   Unexpectedly, headlights shone upon her and she shielded her eyes from the glare.  The brightness hurt and she could not see as confusion took over.  She heard a man’s voice gently calling to her from behind the shining lights, “Ruby, is that you”?  She replied, “Yes, are you my Walter?  I’m lost and can’t find my way to the hall,” she answered feebly.  From behind the lights, a police officer stepped close to Ruby to offer some assistance.  Ruby was dressed in her nightgown and slippers, just as her granddaughter said she would be.  Ruby had slipped out into the late evening, away from the watching eyes of her family.  Her granddaughter explained to the police officer that her grandmother had been trying to sneak out of the house in the still of the evening.  This particular evening, her determination finally rewarded her with a moment to escape.  Ruby kept insisting to everyone that she needed to find her dancing partner.  Her family knew she was speaking of her late husband, Walter, the only man who had brought such an intimate smile to her face.  He was the love of her life and had passed away about a year prior.  Ruby was devastated. Ruby’s health had been failing and her mind had been reverting to an earlier time of joy and enchantment.  She had always loved to dance and that is how she had met her handsome, black haired soul-mate all those years ago.  As a young girl, she would sneak away at least once a month to enjoy the music and excitement of the local dance hall.  She began to imagine lately she was again a young girl stealing away to meet her prince of the dance hall.  She had seen her granddaughter wear a black beaded headband and her eyes lit up when her granddaughter said she could borrow it.  Ruby called it her crown and said she would always be Walter’s princess.  She wore it all the time.  It was one of her only reasons to smile these days.  “Let’s go Ruby; I need to get you home.  Your family is worried about you,” said the cop.  He gently took her hand and led her to his car.  Ruby smiled as her mind wandered to a happier time and for the moment, the warmth of her memories enveloped the cold emptiness that normally filled her chest.  She closed her eyes as the patrol car took her home.    Her mind would remain forever in the bliss of her life with Walter, no matter how her body failed. She hoped it would not be long before she was in his arms again.  This time, it would be forever.    

FFF! August 26

Ike unleashed his pent up power upon Irene.  As the rain smacked against the window, he pushed her against the pane so he could see the forces pounding the glass.  The risk of the window shattering only heightened their excitement and dared them on.  As they released the pressure of their combined forces of nature, they would stop short of the climatic pinnacle to keep spinning in one place, drenching everything with their torrential ferocity.   “Hurricane indeed,” growled Ike,” I’ll show you a reason to be afraid,” as he pulled Irene by the hair back toward him for round two

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Thursday, August 25, 2011

My attempt at the Christmas Short...initial phases...what yall think?

The red velveteen thong inched its way up the crack of Eve’s frozen ass, chafing a bit more with each stride she took.  She wondered if all the effort was really worth it.  A thought abruptly occurred to her, wow, maybe if she moved just so…as she twisted her torso mid-stride, the string just might reach where it needed to.  Was it possible, she could only hope?  She quickly stopped hoping as she remembered it had been so long since she had an orgasm, she forgot just where “X” marked the spot for her release. 
Eve had to purchase these new sexy red panties for the occasion because she had tossed most of her former collection of knickers into the garbage one night in a fit of frustration.  She kept the ones that did not show lines under her business suits or were suitable for jogging.  The kind of underwear that covered most of her deliciousness and were anything but eye candy. 
Nikolas still failed to notice. 
She was wearing a short red skirt with white tulle from the pettiskirt peeking from just below the hem.  Her sinewy legs were soft, tanned and smooth from the recent visit to the salon.  She had a matching bolero jacket with green accent around the neckline.  She wore a white lace camisole and red demi bra, her breasts bulging suggestively over the top of the skimpy fabric. 
“I look like Santa’s hooker”, she muttered to her reflection in the floor length mirror of their bedroom.  Nevertheless, she was determined to carry through with her mission to melt the iceberg stubbornly lodged between them.  Eve knew Nikolas was either too stubborn or complacent to resolve the mountain of frigidity now firmly resting inside their marriage. 
Eve smiled as she remembered how she met Nikolas.  She saw his tall frame walk through a doorway. Ironically, the threshold was adorned obnoxiously with a large bunch of mistletoe tied together with silver ribbon.  She did not see his face until after she coyly chased him down.  She just knew there was something appealing about the way he carried his broad shoulders.  “If he has blue eyes, I will talk to him”, she had already dared herself to stay the course and follow through with her personal challenge. 
His eyes were indeed a chilling yet delicious blue and goose bumps attacked her skin with a vengeance.  She drew in a sharp breath with a telltale, “oh”, and had no clue what to say next.  Nikolas saved her integrity by extending his hand to gently shake her own with a proper introduction.  The sweat pooling in her palm and the quaking from her thighs breached her integrity.  She had never felt this much carnal desire for a man, especially one she had just met!
Lust at first sight, hello, Eve, it did exist.  “Correction -DOES exist!” she yelled back at her reflective self. 
Eve used this trip down memory lane to fuel her determination to see this through.  She knew that love eventually replaced her lust for Nikolas and she deeply loved her tall, blue-eyed partner.  It was the lust she wanted back in their lives; lust was the missing integral piece for quite some time now.  Especially for two so physically minded human beings. 
Eve put the finishing touches on her sultry tousled up-do and applied long wearing lipstick in “fuck-me” red.  The metallic green shadow was smoky against her own brown eyes.  She felt like she belonged in an issue of Naughty Elf magazine.  She could not help her imagination from running away with her as she pictured herself in a pair of pointed ears.  Her laugh was loud and raucous as she allowed herself the imagery.  Eve enjoyed making fun of herself; she was very good at it.  She wondered, “How many shots of that peppermint schnapps have I taken”?  Eve concluded she had taken enough to make her silly and brave and she needed an abundance of both of those things right now. 
Eve decided it was a good thing not to go full-on elf and left the concept of ears on the drawing board table.  The ears would totally remove the sexuality of the moment.  “Sexuall? Well, yes, I am.”  She turned slowly to evaluate her choice of clothing, hair and make-up.  She lifted her skirt to see how the thong looked in place.  She bent over forward, and with the angled mirror in place, could see pink skin, freshly waxed and smooth.  She slid her fingers along her feminine lips and enjoyed the silkiness.  She needed to stop or she might not make it to the hotel, it had been so long since she climaxed.  She just had not been interested.  But, the combination of the schnapps and the sexy clothes made her ripe and juicy.   Ok, now she was ready.  The pre-date jitters settled themselves with her raunchy, quick, solo interlude. 
It was cold outside and snow was lightly falling.  The sky was dark and still.  She looked out the window, went through a swift checklist in her mind and decided it was time to go.  Eve purchased a black cloak with silver threaded accents to wear over her impish frock.  She gently shrouded herself in the warm black wool and walked out to her car. 
She did not warm the car up before she left, she needed the chill to knock off the dwindling effect of the schnapps and sharpen her senses.  It was only then she allowed negative thoughts to enter into the evening.  She was afraid he would not be there.  It scared her to death and made her blood run cold.  Eve did not handle rejection well.  She never had.   As she drove the fifteen miles to the hotel, she debated calling Nikolas, just to check in.  She felt more like the “other woman”, than his wife, hoping he would make time to see her.  The feeling made her feel small and sad.  She is the one he committed to once upon a time.  Why does she no longer feel like a priority to him? 
She tried talking with Nikolas about it a couple of times.  Neither conversation resulted in positive changes.  They became heated and frustrated with each other and hastily retreated to their fight corners, allowing the glacier of hate to overshadow their love. 
If you were an observer, you would imagine these two had been married the correct amount of time for the proverbial “seven year itch”-- the time when couples tend to re-evaluate their commitment to one another and begin to lust after the greener pastures of another’s red and pulsing private parts.  The treacherous time where hugs and kisses are replaced by chilly nods of acknowledgement when passing the TV remote. 
Nikolas and Eve had been married four years, five months, and 23 days.  She knew because she started counting somewhere around two years, ten months.  She checked off each day, sadly wondering how they drifted so far apart.  It began when they stopped purposely touching and let life icily take over their intimacies.  It had been five weeks since last they made love.  She really did not feel the “love” part of that union and it was more like primal intercourse to advance the species.  He handled her nipples like he was replacing new Christmas twinkle bulbs in a string.  He mounted her and within minutes, he sighed his release.  She feigned her own climax, and just wanted him off of her.  It occurred to her that neither one of them even broke a sweat.  It used to be their sexual interludes were more like a marathon requiring water and they would both be drenched by the end.  
Eve believed the Christmas season was the perfect time to rekindle the fires of their loins and remember why they melded so perfectly together.  Eve was allowing the magic of the holidays to consume her emotions and take her back to a time when life was loving, simple, and happy.  The start would be Eve’s gift to Nikolas in the form of red velveteen ribbon-tied pussy.  She was delighted to feel the icicle melting beneath the velveteen string.  “Mind over matter, Eve, and apparently, it does matter”, she giggled to herself.  Her plan was working at least as far as her vested interests were concerned.
She pulled into the slippery parking lot, as the fat snowflakes began to fall faster.  Eve did not see Nikolas’ car, but, it was a big lot and the falling snow hindered her vision.  She tried not to let it worry her, as she applied a touch of gloss to her full, red lips.  She said a silent prayer for success and opened the car door.  She quickly scooped up her overnight bag and purse.  She began to make her way to the warm hotel. 
“Damn”, she breathed in disbelief, “how the hell can I keep walking in these things”?  She was out of practice walking in heels.  The snow crunched under her green stilettos as she carefully maneuvered her way across the hotel parking lot.  She was not even sure he would be there.  Earlier that day, she left him a post-it stuck to his side of the bathroom vanity to meet her at the swanky hotel bar at 6:45 sharp.  She also sent him a text message reminder around noon.  He only answered with a hasty “k”.  That was about the extent of the amount of attention he gave to her these days.  Of course, she had no room to complain about the frostiness.  She had started this cold war about six months before he decided to actively participate in the hostilities.
 

Zipline


It was a sunny day, with big downy clouds lazily drifting in the mid-morning sky.  The crisp mountain air filled her lungs with the freshness of a perfect atmosphere.  She had always loved the mountains, with the stunning views and craggy majesty of the massive rock and snow formations.  The scenery of the Rockies made everything else in life seem miniscule.  She felt invincible as she stood among the stately Aspen trees.  As she made her way up the rugged trail, her body adjusted to the high altitude hike and her pace quickened a bit with each yard traveled.  Although numerous adventurers before her had cleared the path, their footprints did little to damage the ecology of the area.  She believed those like her who also traversed these trails shared a mindset to preserve the gifts of nature.  It made her appreciate humankind just a little bit more when she felt connected to kindred souls as she did on the trail.  Her ears perked at the sound of crunching leaves and she was not sure if the cause of the noise was a fellow hiker or wildlife native to these wooded parts.  She stopped quietly in her tracks and visually scanned the perimeter around her.  Her eyes spied the reason for the noise in the form of an elk, idly grazing on the fresh green shoots of grass as her hooves crunched the dry leaves that had fallen to the ground.  The hiker breathed a contented sigh at the wonder of the elk’s magnificence. She continued on her way toward her destination of a small base camp cabin at the top of the trail.  She closed her eyes periodically and drank in the feeling of the warm sun upon her cool skin.  She did not want to think, she just wanted to allow her senses to lead her away from the unpleasant place her mind and body had been for the past several weeks.  It took little effort to forget reality as she breathed in the scent of evergreens and the rugged outdoors.  It took her about an hour to reach the cabin, and she arrived full of breath and excitement.  She imagined what was about to occur and she became impatient with anticipation.   In front of the cabin was a cable line system mounted high above the trees.  She had never experienced the exhilaration of a zip line and was ready to take her first ride. Her family was there and watching as she prepared herself into the harness and pulleys.  It did not occur to her how they were already there waiting and watching as she prepared herself to glide.  She could not stop smiling and her body was relaxed and tingling waiting for the moment she would release the cable.  As she stepped up to the platform, she took one last look at her family and smiled a huge smile.  All was quiet and peaceful as her husband came forward and kissed her upon her forehead.  Everyone else came forward at that point and stroked her arm in wishes of good luck and hope for her journey.  She turned and faced the forest, took one last look at the sky and unclipped the safety stop on the cable.  The wind was brisk and fresh upon her face and she was off on her new adventure.  She had never felt so free, calm, and safe. Her family listened to the whirr of the pulley as it faded into the distance and was replaced by the dull insensitive beep of a monitor.  The sound slowed to a flat line, and her family stood bewildered for a moment as they finally remembered where they were.  They were so engrossed with their journey into the mountains of her soul; they actually forgot they were standing in a cramped hospital room.  She was finally free and they were left behind in this sterile place—the smell of pine was replaced with antiseptic.  The sounds of the mountains were replaced with muffled sobs, as her family accepted she had finally gone somewhere they could not yet follow:  on a zip line headed for eternity.  She needs no cable to fly and the feeling could be no more magnificent.  All sorrow has been replaced with elation as she patiently waits for those she loves to join her.  She knows it all happens in a personal timeline, but the wait is more than worth it. The mountains are her Heaven now.  It’s time to soar!   

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Saucy Wednesday

She followed the direction of his stare and once again it was fixed on another woman. She wondered why she did not feel more jealousy, it was almost freeing, as she breathed a sigh.  As she scanned the room, she counted how many eyes were upon her, and she counted 5 pair, in just the first survey.  Each one looking interested in what she might have to offer.  Lecherous or not, at that moment she would probably take the most interesting offer, it didn’t matter who made the proposition, she just needed to feel alive again.  Suddenly, a thought occurred to her, it might not even be a man to wake her sleeping core, maybe what she needed right now was a warm and silky soft woman…

Flash One

P.E.E.V.E.S.
Please Everyone Eliminate Various Errant Senselessness
Her shoes never leave the ground as healthy legs shuffle across the room.  He obscenely smacks the wad of gum protruding at times from his lips.  People commonly unnecessarily use the elevator to travel one flight. The epitome of laziness is the downfall of humanity.  It might be the catalyst to me purchasing a gun.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Flash Fifty....

N.A.Z.I.
Never Assume Zealous Improvisation She knew him for twenty years.
She called him a Nazi within three.   It took her eighteen years to sleep with him.  Their intimate union only reinforced her callous opinion of him.  He is still a Nazi.  If only he had said “No”.  She now wears the boots and he is ground under her heel.

Monday, August 22, 2011

is it too early in the week for s/M?


Nathaniel took the riding crop from the hanging rack on the wall.  He slid the leather against her skin and would occasionally lightly smack the stiff shaft of the crop against her bare skin.  She started to melt into the cuffs, as the adrenaline high started to pulse in her veins.  With each stroke of the crop, he used more force and the leather began to leave welts on her exposed skin.  These would be lightly bruised areas tomorrow which Lily would wear like a trophy for a few days until they healed. 
Nathaniel put the crop back in its place and took control of the bullwhip.  He cracked the whip away from her generating an loud echo in the basement.  She shuddered slightly in delighted anticipation, knowing the whip would be cracking against her bare back and buttocks.  Nathaniel walked up to Lily and slid the “popper”- the tip of the whip- evenly against her shoulder blades.  “You want this, don’t you, Lily?”  “Yes, Master”, was her soft, yet dogged reply.
Nathaniel walked away from Lily just far enough for the “fall” of the whip to land against Lily.  Instant angry streaks appeared across her backside as she stood firmly, unmoving, as he wielded the whips’ crack expertly across Lily’s body.  Lily began to float in her mind to this place of warmth and contentment.  She never felt such peace of mind as when Nathaniel took control and gave her the physical release no one else ever had.
When he was satiated of the need to execute his power physically onto Lily, he finished by  unlocking her from the rack and bending her over the dungeon stocks and taking her from behind as he drove his pulsing cock into her hot waiting center. His release mingled with her sweat and dripped down to the dungeon floor as he turned and walked away and up the stairs to leave once again.
Nathaniel left town without a goodbye.  Lily did not even know he was gone.  The bruises he inflicted on this meeting were not even yet starting to fade.  Lily was still riding the adrenaline high of his painful hands.  He was sitting on a plane, Sarah by his side, as they prepared for the return flight back to reality.  Once he was next to Sarah, his determination to conquer her once again took over. 

Left of Center 1

Left of center It happens in a flash, within seconds lives are forever changed.  How many times have we gone left of center in our lives and negatively affected someone else?  I try to teach my children the affect their words have on people.  When we speak without thinking, we unleash verbal dragons that can bring someone down in flames.  Death does not always occur physically. Do not be a fellow man’s demise by your insensitivity.  These days, we have all become a bit too arrogant in embracing our right to-
  • Say what I want!
  • Be entitled to my whims!
  • Make you accept my way of thinking!
  • Agree with me!
  • Treat people however I please!
  • Fail to care about consequences!
Wow, how sad is all of this? We get angry when our children speak their minds, but have we not raised them?  We are responsible for the personalities we mold.  How about we learn how to rein them in?  It’s never too late. Children grow up to be adults making the same types of choices. I recently read an article about a celebrity who has a list of do’s and don’ts for the venues she performs, hotels she stays, etc.  I was so appalled; it almost made me want to stop listening to her music.  Then, once I researched the topic a bit more, I discovered if I boycott every self-indulged celebrity, I might not have anyone to watch!  Sheesh!
  • New toilet seats installed in hotel rooms just for them
  • Mineral water to bathe in
  • Rose petals in the toilet (really?!)
  • Dark curtains on windowed rooms to keep anyone from seeing in
  • Certain types of flower arrangements
  • The list is endless and appallingly ridiculous
These same celebs are who are children are looking up to.  Teenage stars jetting off to exotic locations on vacations with boyfriend/girlfriend.  Really?!  Feeling each other up in skimpy clothing for the paparazzi to take photos?  Yes, that’s what I want MY kids to see and emulate. Where are our values?  Locked away in a time capsule for the 50’s?  I’d almost rather go back to “Leave it to Beaver”, shoot, even in later years, Mister Rogers got it right in his ‘hood.  I regret thinking either of these to be “dorky”; I miss those days more than I ever thought I would.  When we take action without thinking or by thinking selfishly, we should brace for fatal results. It’s my RIGHT to-
  • Ride my bike down the middle of the street or trail path!
  • Text or email while I drive!
  • Jump over that fence at the park, zoo, construction site, mountain-side wherever!
  • Go shooting a gun without taking a safety course!
  • Go to happy hour and drive myself home!
  • End my life when I’m sick of it all-who cares who it hurts!
When we participate in negligent activities, we automatically include someone else in our choice, the epitome of selfishness. The list of examples is as endless as the arguments are for our RIGHTS.  It’s become disgusting and gluttonous behavior. How about considering someone else?  It’s called empathy—here is the definition from Merriam-Webster if you’ve forgotten it or never been introduced to the word: Definition of EMPATHY: the imaginative projection of a subjective state into an object so that the object appears to be infused with it   2 : the action of understanding, being aware of, being sensitive to, and vicariously experiencing the feelings, thoughts, and experience of another of either the past or present without having the feelings, thoughts, and experience fully communicated in an objectively explicit manner; also : the capacity for this   See, an innovative way of thinking does exist.  Maybe IT isn’t all about ME?  Concept!  VICARIOUSLY experiencing the feelings, thoughts, and experience of another, VICARIOUSLY—-that was worth repeating.  Not just trying to feebly understand, but, cramming ourselves into the shoes of humanity and stepping out of our own.  Our inalienable rights were not meant to extend to inflict grief upon someone else.  Mental, physical, or otherwise.  Seriously.  Who am I to put all this out there into scathing words?  I’m the person who needs to hear this on a daily, that’s who I AM.  I’m just as guilty and know this because a manager once told me “you lack compassion.” Bahahahaha, that was my first reaction.  For a short moment, I thought he was joking.

He was not.

thought of friends


We never know when the last day on earth will be.  So, take the time to hug and tell the ones you love how much you do.  This is so very important!

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Sunday Thoughts

I won’t constantly preach the gospel during my postings, but, I want to make things perfectly clear where my heart and soul stand—it’s with the Lord.  I’ve lived a full life and there are many things I’ve done that I know for sure I wish He hadn’t seen.   But, I’m still a child of grace.  And, I’m STILL sexual. 
It’s one way to keep a marriage together, you know the whole, for whom the Lord has joined together let no man put asunder?  What is the one private, intimate gift the Lord gave two people?  The joy of bonding within a sexual relationship.  I know I feel closer to my husband when we are on a sexual roll.  Too many times, we let that part of life slide first.  It just seems easier, before you know it, you are sleeping on two distinct sides of the bed and forgot what his skin smells like. 
I know it’s happened to you too.  No reason to feel ashamed.
How to get it back is the hard part, I don’t have a great answer to that yet.  Except however, you keep trying.
I hope you do one intimate act today with your significant other.  And, do it with purpose. However, freaky or modest it may be.  The choice is all yours.

finally catching up/six sentence sunday

keep going, keep going, the sweat is dripping down my face, don't stop now...I'm not finished.  she kept hoping for that rush, the one that brings her to the next level, sometimes, even accompanied by nausea, the sensation is so strong.  breathe, in and out, in and out, deeper then shallow, damn, why won't it come...pardon the pun.  suddenly, she is covered in goosebumps, oooh, this might be it!  wait for it, wait for it, but, nothing.  why is this so hard?

maybe i'm actually thinking too much.