simple, yet wonderful things
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Posted:Jun 9, 2009 9:36 pm
Last Updated:Jun 26, 2010 6:32 pm
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So, do you love strolls through a museum, say the art or field museum, and appreciate the gifts of knowledge others have given us?
Do you enjoy dressing for the opera, and being moved to passion simply through harmonic bliss?
Do you adore intimate gatherings, with wine and laughs and involved discussions about quantum theory and our place in the universe, our fate, our existence, love, the philosophy of being?
Is there something in your passion that won't let you hold back from tearing off our clothes, and feeling nature in its rawest form?
Well then, you know what to do...
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the Scam...
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Posted:Jun 7, 2009 1:47 am
Last Updated:Jun 26, 2010 6:34 pm
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Perhaps some of you have encountered scams of love and had, at least for an instant, felt that spring rush forth in your chest to make you think that this was real....
here's a letter i got from some profile of a blond, average-looking sweetie sent to me after the first two preliminary emails:
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Hello Dear,
Am happy you are interested in learning more about me ,I have never dealt with anyone in the service , i have been single for years, because am yet to find that special one to share my life with , I am presently in Africa(Nigeria ),is not just a visit ,am here on business trip, am here to buy gold,sculptures and some paintings , it is cheaper down here compared to other part fo the world, I inherit this business from my late parents , it has been an interesting business.My goals and dreams are to live a good life,and maybe meet someone that believes in unconditional love.I've got a great sense of humor,I am more conservative politically than liberal...I work hard, and know how to have fun..
About my family its a long story to tell and touching that make me share tears whenever i remembered the past.I will keep this short,i came out from a good combination of two,my Mom is from UK while Dad is a native of America.I am the one and only of my parent, i will count it ,I have a big Family because i dont know much about my Moms family in the UK while my Dads part is very small...Unfortunatly i lost my parent sameday, sametime, same moment by a car accident, this happened about 8years ago, since then i have started to live my life by myself and not depending on my family, although i still miss my Mom because of the courage and advises she use to give to me about life , but i am glad i am whom i am today.
This make me remember when my late parent were alive my Dads Cousin do come to us in Florida for a visit but after the final burial of my parent, they decided to raise me some fund to stand on my own then left me to continue with my life carrier until i come to them with my future Husband for a special introduction....I will count my family to be one of the royal family because when my mom and dad where alive they do treat each other in a manner of my King and my Queen , while i am the Princess.
I can cook pretty good... I like a good wine. I've been working out more regularily than I had been, and eat healthy food...I don't do drugs, and I like who I am..Although I think a terrific man would bring out the best in me...I'm a believer in God who pray every blessed day , am a good catholic , i do go to church weekly, and try to do the right things every day...I don't worry about what people think of me...I know how to treat a man well still yet i was betrayed by my own best friend dating my Ex Boyfriend...
You are really amazing.Inside of me there is a place where my sweetest dreams reside, where my highest hopes are kept alive, where my deepest feelings are felt and where my favorite memories are safe and warm. I find that you're on my mind more often than any other thought. Sometimes I bring you there purposely just to make my day brighter. But more often, you surprise me and find your own ways into mythoughts.There are even times when I awaken, I realize that you've been a part of my dreams. Then during the day, when my imagination is free to run, it takes me into your arms and allows me to linger there knowing there's nothing I'd rather do. I know my thoughts are only reflecting the loving hopes of my heart because whenever they wander, they always take me to you. Only the most special things in my world get to come inside my heart and stay. And now, I realize how deeply my life has been touched by you.
I miss you.
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In the Heart of Lust
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Posted:Apr 24, 2009 1:55 am
Last Updated:Jun 11, 2009 4:09 pm
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----(Note: this is my first attempt at Erotica, but not my first attempt at writing. Put simply, i like to write with depth. Share your views with me if you are at all provoked. This is a work that will take time, so you can see the development, and even perhaps become a character in the story with your posts. i thank you for those. Keep checking back as it will be told, In the Heart of Lust...stories told in fantasies...)----
In the Heart of Lust
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She often thinks of her last boyfriend when she makes her way to work in the early morning traffic, and the trail of brake lights in front of her only slow the time. She wonders what it means. Did he have to be so indifferent in the way he cared? He was always excited when she did something daring for him, and she loved to see him react that way. So she loved to be daring.
She had told him once about how she turned herself on, by simply her thoughts. And it really didn't matter where this took place, she told him. In the library in school, among all those old and musty books, the work of thousands upon thousands of passionate people, trying to explain why we're alive. All she wanted then, as she grabbed the most daring of books a school like hers would allow, was to look over at the table of young baseball players, because spring had come and she had started sitting in the bleachers behind their dugout to watch them play. The wind was always warm, and she loved how her hair flew around as she turned her cheek this way and that to take a good look at all of them, and give each player the deserved smile she felt would make them want to do something on the field to win her applause. She saw them run out there as motivated men. And she felt the clouds pass the sun. She wondered why her sisters before her never completely took hold of their natural place in the world.
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But she didn't tell him that much. That much he'd have to figure it out himself by proving it. The way his back was toned, though, and his chest a gentle, carefree curve, and firm..she knew he could prove it. It was in his smile, and some of the things he did. But her flirtations came with their own unknown. She wondered if he would really tell her what he would have liked to see happen in that library. If he were at another table, and had gotten a book off the return shelf that was too complicated for his attention span at the current moment, but he only did so to sit nearby and check her out. Her skirt no less a tad too low for his libido-driven mind. And her leg stockings, a bit to low as well. The way she turned in her school shoes, though, always made them all look away real fast in embarrassment. Because by the time the blood had rushed back to their heads, she was already staring them all down and making them throb.
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He kept silent some of the time, which she liked because he was thinking, but it worried her when he did that when she was talking to him. She wanted to know his every thought, didn't he know this?
The red brake lights on the highway glared across her windshield, and she felt it could have been raining and it would have all felt the same. What is time but the life you live, and why should it be slowed down like this, to nothing. It struck her as a deep pang in her chest that went through her. How could he be gone? If ever there was proof of a nothing in this world, in this something of all existence, it would be this, loss because of nothing.
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By the time she walked in her cube there were already 34 emails in her in box. And by now she had gotten pretty good at dismissing most of the vacant ones, the ones she could tell didn't matter. She took her seat by pulling down on her skirt and she felt the tug of her thong panties slide across her skin as she bent down on her chair. She looked over her shoulder to see if the senior adviser, who was still young, come in late behind her. He was dark in his hair and eyes, and his his face had a subtle structure of beauty and symmetry. He never said much, except when it concerned a project they had been assigned to complete. And that just made her want to look for him often, even though most times when he suddenly appeared before her in the hallway, she'd somehow get this urge to make him look at her without having to look at him. When he'd pass by she could tell by her fierce energy that his head had followed his eyes and turned ever so slightly, even though he was fighting his own urge, and losing. It made for a work day, at least for the morning.
Now her assignments were only drab and deadlines to be met. But she liked her new director, a woman of mature strength in her upper 40s, who met everyone with a glowing smile that eased the years in the lines of her tanned skin, but it was the way she could sport great-looking heels with her toned legs that made people obey her diligently. They had a weekly meeting set up to discuss, if nothing less than her projects, then simply ideas they liked to share. Slowly, after some time, the stories followed a curve along a certain train of telling memories, and inevitably the told stories of the men in their lives, and all the foolish and mind-blowing exciting acts they had engaged in....
(to be continued)
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the required first question
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Posted:Apr 17, 2009 12:29 am
Last Updated:Jun 11, 2009 12:00 am
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i'd love to get to know the people who may enjoy my blog, so for starters, i will ask the required first question, to get to know you....
--Question: imagine spending an everyday moment with your lover, just an average, everyday moment--which moment strikes you so much about your lover most that you would want to unleash yourself right then....(for fun, choose only one, and explain really why)
___ a) driving in a car together, the wind through the windows and the sun down the way, or behind you
___ b) a walk, in a mall or down the street
___ c) in a gym, as you both sweat as you workout around each other
___ d) listening to music, at a concert or on the floor in your room
___ e) in the kitchen cooking, and somehow your apron was all you were wearing
___ f) on a grassy field, with the forest around you or just the halting clouds above
___ g) the beach, if only you could both come with the waves
___ h) after or during a movie, the representation of life that only peaks your desires
___ i) the exchange of your thoughts about something you've read, a novel or a fiction or a play or a poem, an article of science or a thought, a testament of faith or something you bought, a reason explained or an event to look out for...whatever the case may be
___ j) during a
___ k) seeing your lover smile with a certain look in the eyes that raise--if ever so slightly--their brow
___ l) sharing a smoke, and exhaling together
___ m) a dance, in a night club that reverberates with the lust of everyone around and makes one aroused to the possibilities, or in your living room with your defining song
___ n) in a bathtub
___ o) somewhere public, like at the office or by the highway or in a bar or in a room of strangers doing the same
___ p) by ancient ruins, during a trip
___ q) when watching sports on the tele, and rooting for your fav team
___ r) after a date at the opera, or symphony, or musical play
___ s) on the deck of a boat, while it sits still with the lake overlooking the great city, or when it is speeding along the waves and crashing with every thrust
___ t) during a storm
___ u) when visiting friends at a party, and no one knows where you went for the moment
___ v) after so many drinks, that are sure to bring out the kinks
___ w) when you awake with the morning
___ x) before you sleep at night
___ y) in the afternoon
___ z) . . . whenever you want, just say it here:_______________
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A Dependable Lover
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Posted:Apr 10, 2009 8:20 pm
Last Updated:Jun 26, 2010 6:34 pm
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I must ask exactly what this means, to be a dependable lover, for certainly it is a worthy task of life. How does one reach such status?
Finding the place between us to feel free to mention any thought, any emotion, and all desires, without judgement, only to wonder at the possibilities. This allows for the foundation of the dependable lover, the neighbor who loves you always and makes life feel alive. Everyday a shared happiness, a crushing bliss to want to be in the world everyday.
What music will he have playing when you walk in the room? How dim will the lights be, and what color the sheets? Candles--should it even be asked? And...? Tell me, what will your dependable lover do for you, and you for him?
What is he wearing, if anything, if only the cologne you bought him and the scent of his hide lurching for you? How will he kiss you? Hold You? Tether you with his arms and legs? Where will his tongue measure the vibe of your joy across your body? Will he make out with you everywhere? And..., you?
Will he have a rack of toys all displayed for your choosing? And a bowl of your favorite delectables? Any chains or leather? And on the tele, what does he have playing...other highly sexed lovers expressing their desires together? And what's that, near the tv? A camera,recording your bliss?
Imagine this as your dependable lover. Imagine being the good people of earth who truly love your neighbors and meet them frequently to celebrate life and passion, all together.
My god we can be spiritual beings!!
I await this dependable lover for me, as I become one for you...come to me.
Or simply share your thoughts for all.
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