Sunday, April 29, 2012
Operation Fuck the Neighbor continues
So I was out for a morning run in the rain, When I got back to my street I began to walk, arms over my head, breathing deep, sweaty, but more than anything I was soaked. I walk up to where my driveway is and started to stretch just a little bit when Neighbor walks out of his house.
"Did you have a nice run"
"I sure did, Sometimes I just need some alone time"
"You're soaking wet." He smirked.
"Yeah that's usually what happens when we talk" and then I left him standing in the yard, jaw dropped and I walked into the house.
Touche Sir, Round 2, Ding ding
"Did you have a nice run"
"I sure did, Sometimes I just need some alone time"
"You're soaking wet." He smirked.
"Yeah that's usually what happens when we talk" and then I left him standing in the yard, jaw dropped and I walked into the house.
Touche Sir, Round 2, Ding ding
Saturday, April 28, 2012
Formspring: Sex causes Pregnancy?
Where you are open about sex I'm curious about something. The first time you had sex with your man with the intention to let him make you pregnant how did you feel?
Wow, what an intriguing question. Well let's clarify that the first time we were pregnant was not on purpose, we were married and we were being careful ( I was on the pill) but not overly careful... no condoms, or pulling out or any of that goofy stuff... So I kind of missed some of the first time I am actually going to let him try and impregnate me feelings. Because it just happened and by the time I was pregnant I think I really was just in shock from the whole thing. when we had sex for our second child, and we were trying to have children and it was still terrifying! Not going to lie, I wasn't really sure that I wanted kids or that I was a going to be a good mom, I guess those kind of ideas because being a parent is tough, It takes everything you have... Is that what you meant or were you talking more about the actual physical feelings? Because sex is great whenever you are with someone you trust and if you plan on letting someone impregnate you then I hope its someone you trust and you have fun attempting to make babies. Practice makes perfect and what better thing is there to practice?
Wow, what an intriguing question. Well let's clarify that the first time we were pregnant was not on purpose, we were married and we were being careful ( I was on the pill) but not overly careful... no condoms, or pulling out or any of that goofy stuff... So I kind of missed some of the first time I am actually going to let him try and impregnate me feelings. Because it just happened and by the time I was pregnant I think I really was just in shock from the whole thing. when we had sex for our second child, and we were trying to have children and it was still terrifying! Not going to lie, I wasn't really sure that I wanted kids or that I was a going to be a good mom, I guess those kind of ideas because being a parent is tough, It takes everything you have... Is that what you meant or were you talking more about the actual physical feelings? Because sex is great whenever you are with someone you trust and if you plan on letting someone impregnate you then I hope its someone you trust and you have fun attempting to make babies. Practice makes perfect and what better thing is there to practice?
Happy Dance
I had one of the best conversations that I have had in months last night. I spent most of the night smiling and happy. However... I did wake up with a wicked headache. Oh well... I know next time that 7/7 not my drink of choice. So... he never left me hanging, and hearing that my friends made the world of difference. I was not in fact crazy... well maybe alittle but no more than I am every other day.
Not really much else to say about that... I do have a few formspring questions I have to answer... I guess I could answer a few of those for now since i do have a few minutes to myself.
Which do you believe is worse: Physical infidelity, or emotional fidelity?
Hmmm What a question... Well I honestly find physical fidelity to be society and social media driven, I will go with Emotional infidelity. If I have an intimate connection with someone and I they have expressed that they feel that way about me, and only me and I later find out its not just me I would be hurt. However this is about going into a relationship with expectations. Do you expect that it will always just be the two of you, or the three of you or whatever or do you go into it knowing that although you love eachother and only eachother there will be other people that you have sex with. I mean it all depends on what the relationship is built on and what the principles that drive it. Even if you are in a completely open, polyamourous lifestyle and someone falls for another and decides that they want monogamy then that too is emotional infidelity.
Physical.... yeah... sometimes sex is really just sex.
When it comes to romantic involvement or sexual attraction/activity, do you have an upper or lower age limit?Ha. I would like to say I do but I can't think of a good limit. I mean, obviously 18, but really even that seems too young for me, I want a man not some kid I am going to have to babysit and lead around and teach stuff to. I would most likely say 24, I could think of a young handsome, 24 year old hockey player I would love to knock skates with, but for an upper limit... chances are good I's still fuck John Travolta and he is 58... So that all depends on what they look like I guess... sounds kind of conceited but I need to at least be able to enjoy it. Otherwise, I would go around 40-45max as a limit though I'd perfer a 30-35 any day.
What one thing turns you on the most in a partner?
Someone who can keep up with me. I don't just mean physically because I am not what I once was, but I want someone who is quick on their feet and keeps me on my toes. Nothing better than someone who is able to fuck your mind just as well as the rest of you. I enjoy intelligence, and common sense, who opens doors, and does the hand in the small of my back thing, Someone who looks at me and can actually see me not just look at me.
Home from work
Who would of thought your nurse was wearing knee high socks under her scrubs last night.
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Long Awaited Rendezvous Part 4
Part One Here
Part Two is here
Part Three is here
The water in the shower is running before I can drag myself off the bed. I don’t know if I can move after the events of today and its still not nearly noon. I walk cautiously into the bathroom and you have already got in the shower and steam is flowing from over the top of the curtain. I peak in the corner and catch your eye. You smile at me. “ You want some company” I ask all of a sudden shy standing without any clothes on in front of you. “Really?” you raise you eye brows and swing the curtain open. “ It was your suggestion” I step into the shower and it is easily big enough for both of us. The hot air envelopes us and the steam makes my already heavy breathing harder. I face you the water hitting my back and you run your hands through my already wet hair. We embrace and kiss in the water, you reaching and pulling my leg up against you.
“Let me wash this for you” Who am I to deny that. Its one of the most amazing feelings in the world. Hell I pay people at salons to wash it the only hours after I have done it myself at home. I turn around and the water washes off what was left of you on my chest. Your skilled fingers glide through my hair heightening every sensation. The smell of the shampoo the water running over my feet the feel of your chest on my back as you move closer and closer to me. Soon your mouth is at my neck right below my left ear. It sends goosebumps down the entire left side of my body even in the shower I immediately turn to putty.
“I thought we were in here to get clean” I get out as I am bracing myself on the wall, your body pressed against me. “Let me help get you cleaned up”
I turn to face you. I kiss your neck but quickly kneel in the shower the hot water running down your chest, your cock is already hard in my hand. I slip my lips over it and slide you into my throat. My mouth cooler than the shower water, you let out a moan and reach for the wall. I raise my hand to your thigh and slide my head up and down. Again your hands are in my hair pulling me towards you in rhythm with your thrusts. I start to rise from my knees my mouth tracing up your body over your chest and burying my face into the corner of your neck. I can feel your hardness pressing against my clit and your hands pulling my ass towards you.
“ We need to get out of here before we get hurt” I mention citing my clumsiness and occasional falls for wanting to leave the soapy, wet slippery floor for something dryer and more secure. You reach behind me and turn the water off although you want to stay in the shower I lead you by the hand out into the bathroom. In front of us a double sink and a large mirror that spans the length of the room behind the sink. Instantly you have me against the sink and I am on my toes sliding my ass on the counter between the two sinks. I reach around your neck and pull your mouth to me but you are already three steps ahead of me as lift my feet to the counter and sliding two fingers inside my dripping pussy. I am guiding you head between my legs before we are even able to dry off, I want you to lick my pussy, I want to be able to taste myself on your lips. You happily oblige me and are between my legs Taking your time with long strokes that send me leaning back against the steamy mirror. My legs begin to tremble and I know I am nearing the brink of yet another orgasm when you stop abruptly and turn me around so that we are both staring at our steamy reflection. You slide my legs apart and stand between them pushing against my opening, teasing me yet again. I lean forward pushing my ass into you. Fuck Me. You grab my hips and slide into me pushing my thighs into the countrer.
Its not really my thing to watchso I lean my head down onto my outstretched arms but toy will have none of that and you grab a handful of my wet hair and wrap it around you fist pulling my eyes up to me yours in the mirror. Although we could both finish right where we are you pull slowly out of me and pull me to the bed.
You push me onto the bed and climb on top of me spreading my legs and sliding between them. When you lean down to kiss me I lean up to meet your kiss and we bump heads. I immediately start to laugh unable to stop and hoping you are not completely turned off by my inability to control my goofiness. You bury your head in my head as I continue you giggle.
I reach down and take your throbbing cock in my hand and slide the head against my clit, this makes the giggles stop and my toes slowly begin to curl. I arch my back up to meet your hips and I slide you inside me. You take this as an invitation to fuck me and begin to pump into me hard and fast. A moan escapes and I wrap my legs around your waist. We interlock fingers and you pull my hands above our heads and hold them down pushing them into the sheets and not allowing me to reach for you.
Not being able to use my hands has driven me to the edge and I am about to lose it when I feel your body tense up. We cum together and collapse in a tangled mess on the bed.
“Well… I thought we were going to get cleaned up and go exploring” I begin to laugh again, completely spent and overly content in the moment.
“I think that is great idea… shower?” You raise your eyebrows at me.
“ Oh no no no, you go, I’ll go after, or we will never get out of here” You hop to your feet and go to the bathroom to shower again. I am lost in the moment and start to doze off. I hear you come out of the shower and start to get dressed and I get up and shower. I am dressed except for my shoes when we are ready to walk out the door for a few drinks and exploring… You walk up next to me, and slide your hand into mine
“Shall we?” You start to lead me towards the door and then spin me against the wall still holding my hand over my head your other hand skillfully lifts my dress and slides down the front of my panties immediately finding my clit and weakening my knees as you lean in for a kiss.
“ If you keep this up we are never going to leave”
“That’s fine, I already ordered room service, I can see everything I want to from the balcony.” You say next to my ear sending goose bumps down my side. Your fingers still working on my clit, then there is a knock at the door. We both stop to look at each other, that seems a bit too fast for room service doesn’t it?
Part Two is here
Part Three is here
The water in the shower is running before I can drag myself off the bed. I don’t know if I can move after the events of today and its still not nearly noon. I walk cautiously into the bathroom and you have already got in the shower and steam is flowing from over the top of the curtain. I peak in the corner and catch your eye. You smile at me. “ You want some company” I ask all of a sudden shy standing without any clothes on in front of you. “Really?” you raise you eye brows and swing the curtain open. “ It was your suggestion” I step into the shower and it is easily big enough for both of us. The hot air envelopes us and the steam makes my already heavy breathing harder. I face you the water hitting my back and you run your hands through my already wet hair. We embrace and kiss in the water, you reaching and pulling my leg up against you.
“ We need to get out of here before we get hurt” I mention citing my clumsiness and occasional falls for wanting to leave the soapy, wet slippery floor for something dryer and more secure. You reach behind me and turn the water off although you want to stay in the shower I lead you by the hand out into the bathroom. In front of us a double sink and a large mirror that spans the length of the room behind the sink. Instantly you have me against the sink and I am on my toes sliding my ass on the counter between the two sinks. I reach around your neck and pull your mouth to me but you are already three steps ahead of me as lift my feet to the counter and sliding two fingers inside my dripping pussy. I am guiding you head between my legs before we are even able to dry off, I want you to lick my pussy, I want to be able to taste myself on your lips. You happily oblige me and are between my legs Taking your time with long strokes that send me leaning back against the steamy mirror. My legs begin to tremble and I know I am nearing the brink of yet another orgasm when you stop abruptly and turn me around so that we are both staring at our steamy reflection. You slide my legs apart and stand between them pushing against my opening, teasing me yet again. I lean forward pushing my ass into you. Fuck Me. You grab my hips and slide into me pushing my thighs into the countrer.
“Well… I thought we were going to get cleaned up and go exploring” I begin to laugh again, completely spent and overly content in the moment.
“I think that is great idea… shower?” You raise your eyebrows at me.
“ Oh no no no, you go, I’ll go after, or we will never get out of here” You hop to your feet and go to the bathroom to shower again. I am lost in the moment and start to doze off. I hear you come out of the shower and start to get dressed and I get up and shower. I am dressed except for my shoes when we are ready to walk out the door for a few drinks and exploring… You walk up next to me, and slide your hand into mine
“Shall we?” You start to lead me towards the door and then spin me against the wall still holding my hand over my head your other hand skillfully lifts my dress and slides down the front of my panties immediately finding my clit and weakening my knees as you lean in for a kiss.
“That’s fine, I already ordered room service, I can see everything I want to from the balcony.” You say next to my ear sending goose bumps down my side. Your fingers still working on my clit, then there is a knock at the door. We both stop to look at each other, that seems a bit too fast for room service doesn’t it?
Monday, April 23, 2012
Sunday, April 22, 2012
What a miserable day. The weather sucks, I am grumpy from a boring night at work that left me looking at my schedule and wondering how they are allowed to work me night off day off night off day day off night night night... Talk about a bullshit schedule. Talk about bullshit leadship, and communication. The people I work for don't care about the people that work for them, and they use the fact that we are nurses... who are willing to go above and beyond and not compromise the patient's care against us. Because they know we are still going to provide quality care to the patients even if we are disgruntled with the work space so they don't care.
I miss when thigs were a big simpler, if I did my job and did it well then someone noticed and at least said " hey thanks for what you do" now I just get phonecalls at home on my day off wanting more from me. Wanting something always but never even giving... when I ask for 2 hours off telling me my issue isn't important... Yeah...
I'm struggling with a lot of issues right now. I feel so alone and stuck and frustrated and disheartened with this whole situation.... Maybe i just need a good night out or a good cry... something... I need something. I've never felt so angry in this situation... Where the people who want to help can't and the ones that can and should don't give a flying fuck. I'm not one to judge, but these people will be judged... and its not just by me.
I miss when thigs were a big simpler, if I did my job and did it well then someone noticed and at least said " hey thanks for what you do" now I just get phonecalls at home on my day off wanting more from me. Wanting something always but never even giving... when I ask for 2 hours off telling me my issue isn't important... Yeah...
I'm struggling with a lot of issues right now. I feel so alone and stuck and frustrated and disheartened with this whole situation.... Maybe i just need a good night out or a good cry... something... I need something. I've never felt so angry in this situation... Where the people who want to help can't and the ones that can and should don't give a flying fuck. I'm not one to judge, but these people will be judged... and its not just by me.
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Its days like this
If my mom or sister were around I would call and shout HELP ME at the top of my lungs and one or both would come running. But now I am here, in a place I am not from, alone, AGAIN, and my gram is having hip replacement surgery tomorrow. I work all weekend NIGHTS, can not call off... can not find a babysitter... do you know what its like to try and find a babysitter for fri sat and sun night all night at my house? I can tell you. Its ridiculously difficult and I am at a loss right now... I don't know what to do, I just don't even know where to start. I am off after tonight though till Friday night... I have 2.5 days to get it all figured out. I need help... and every back up plan I have has failed me so far. I just want to cry.
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
TMI Tuesday with pictures thanks to Jack
TMI Tuesday: April 10, 2012 - Love, Hate, and Guilty Secrets
Today’s fun TMI Tuesday questions were submitted by Jz from “A Reluctant Bitch” blog. Enjoy!
Love, Hate, and Guilty Secrets. We never mind telling people about things we love or hate, but how about the things we love, but would hate for anyone to find out about?
Well, it’s time to free yourself of that fear!
For each of the categories below, list one thing you love, one that you hate, and then, take a deep breath and tell us something you hate to admit you love.
Really.
You’ll feel better for it!
1. Food
I love pasta. Most any kind of pasta and you could probably put just about anything on it and I will at least attempt to eat it. I just enjoy the taste and the texture and the way that it always leaves you full and satisfied.
I hate 99 percent of breakfast foods. Although I will eat some I can’t stand that morning meal. I don’t like eggs, unless I make them a specific way, I can not stand pancakes or French toast although my kids go nuts for it. Bacon and Sausage both sit funny on me and I don’t drink milk under any circumstance so the idea of cereal just isn’t appealing. At. All.
My hate to love...Raw oysters…. So good… I could eat them a few times a week probably a dozen at a sitting if I really wanted to. But there isn’t too many people who get into it so its hard to find someone to go get oysters with.
2. Apparel
I love tank tops and a pair of jeans. I am a simple kind of girl and this outfit is not only versitale it is also easy to put on take off and it allows me to be comfortable while still looking semi presentable. At home alone switch out the jeans for a comfoy pair of sweats or shorts. Same idea only no one will see me.
I hate high heels. I wear them, I don’t wear them well. I remember a specific anniversary dinner that ended in too many drinks and me stumbling down a hotel passageway until I left the heels somewhere in the hall so I could make it back to the room in time to fuck before I passed out… I don’t recall if I made it now come to think of it… but the shoes are long gone.
My guilty secret…. Corsets. I love it, and its always such a nice surprise when I am changing or getting undressed to see something that hot that I have been secretly wearing most of the day.
Today’s fun TMI Tuesday questions were submitted by Jz from “A Reluctant Bitch” blog. Enjoy!
Love, Hate, and Guilty Secrets. We never mind telling people about things we love or hate, but how about the things we love, but would hate for anyone to find out about?
Well, it’s time to free yourself of that fear!
For each of the categories below, list one thing you love, one that you hate, and then, take a deep breath and tell us something you hate to admit you love.
Really.
You’ll feel better for it!
1. Food
I love pasta. Most any kind of pasta and you could probably put just about anything on it and I will at least attempt to eat it. I just enjoy the taste and the texture and the way that it always leaves you full and satisfied.
I hate 99 percent of breakfast foods. Although I will eat some I can’t stand that morning meal. I don’t like eggs, unless I make them a specific way, I can not stand pancakes or French toast although my kids go nuts for it. Bacon and Sausage both sit funny on me and I don’t drink milk under any circumstance so the idea of cereal just isn’t appealing. At. All.
My hate to love...Raw oysters…. So good… I could eat them a few times a week probably a dozen at a sitting if I really wanted to. But there isn’t too many people who get into it so its hard to find someone to go get oysters with.
2. Apparel
I love tank tops and a pair of jeans. I am a simple kind of girl and this outfit is not only versitale it is also easy to put on take off and it allows me to be comfortable while still looking semi presentable. At home alone switch out the jeans for a comfoy pair of sweats or shorts. Same idea only no one will see me.
I hate high heels. I wear them, I don’t wear them well. I remember a specific anniversary dinner that ended in too many drinks and me stumbling down a hotel passageway until I left the heels somewhere in the hall so I could make it back to the room in time to fuck before I passed out… I don’t recall if I made it now come to think of it… but the shoes are long gone.
My guilty secret…. Corsets. I love it, and its always such a nice surprise when I am changing or getting undressed to see something that hot that I have been secretly wearing most of the day.
3. Books
I love real stories, don’t give me some corny love story because it doesn’t really happen in real life. Just give me something with some context and some people with real issues and I am in.
I hate science fiction. I just can’t get into it. Time travel and space aliens and all that jazz just leaves me saying… Really?
My guilty secret is eh…. I don’t know I can’t say I feel quilty for reading anything really. I think if I can read it its all fair game. I hate kindle. I love the feel of a book in my hand though so maybe just that.
4. Songs
I love "Don’t let this night End” by Luke Bryant right now. It’s a good story and makes me think about things to come, things that have happened. It puts a smile on my face and the video is pretty good and the follow up video is decent too.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-jEDdFm3Nx0&ob=av3e
I hate … not too much music will actually make me say hate. I enjoy just about everything and my Ipod is a very real expression of that. There is some things on there that I have to be in the mood to listen too, I often find myself flipping through the heavy stuff but sometimes it is just what I need to get into the mood to make it through the night… at work or out on the town.
My guilty secret is County music… Blake Shelton, Rodney Atkins, Luke Bryan, and Jason Aldean… Girls love Country boy.
5. Movie
I love So many movies its difficult! I love comedy. Something that makes me laugh till my stomach hurts. Bridesmaids, American Pie, Just married, The Money Pit. I love you Beth Cooper, The Hangover, Due Date, Coming to America, SuperBad, Animal House, National Lampoon Vacations, Forgetting Sarah Marshall, Get him to the Greek, Something about Mary, Dogma, Office Space,
I hate Movies that make me cry. I think life is sad enough than to spend 2 hours sitting in front of the tv making the choice to cry. Just not my style.
My guilty secret is sadly… movies that have more singing and dancing than they do story… Moulin Rouge, Foot Loose, Burlesque… Yes I will actually sit down and watch them all… however I do not watch Glee or the Disney High School Musical… I just can’t get into it and perhaps the draw to the first movies is pretty girls dancing… I don’t know.
6. TV Show
I love HBO Sunday nights. I watched Sopranos, Big Love and now thoroughly engaged into Game of Thrones. Its well made television for a price of course. I also LOVE LOVE LOVE Sons of Anarchy, which I think is one of the best shows to ever be put TV.
I hate anything that has to do with Crime Scene Investigation. Its not my scene first off and second I can’t imagine it being that real or that close to real life to make it worth watching.
My guilty secret is Survivor. Been watching for years, I love some of the people hate some of the people, and that’s just the end of it. You aren’t going to change my mind. I would totally win if I was ever on there… okay maybe not, but I would give it a hell of a shot, and if I was going to get voted off I would brun the campsite down on my way out… whats up now?
7. Celebrity Crush
I love a different variety of people. Let me preface by saying that I don’t crush them because I like the people they are but because I like the way they look or something about them. Some of them I like because I think I would have a good time with them, Jason Segel, yeah I think he’s just deliciously funny, Bradley Cooper because I love his characters in all his movies, Scarlett Johansson because I think she has a smoking body and love that she didn’t get al crazy when her naked pictures came out. For real though, I’d totally make out with Sidney Crosby and feel bad about it after since he is really just a a baby. Probably a number of professional hockey players I would spend some time with if given the chance.
I hate the stereotypical guys, Brad Pitt, Orlando Bloom, Johny Depp… they just don’t do it for me.
My guilty secret is Johny Knoxville… yeah I know… what of it?
8. Music Group
I love MatchBox Twenty… without a doubt my all time favorite.
I hate Black Eyed Peas and LMFAO… Not to say its not on my Ipod, because it is, but its music I workout to because it got good beat, not because I enjoy the sound of it.
My guilty secret is Aerosmith… who can’t rock out to Sweet Emotion or Crazy everytime it comes on… like EVERYTIME it comes on.
9. Sports Team
I love Pittsburgh teams. I was born and raised in Pittsburgh and its just something about living there that you have to be Steeler and Penguins fan. Its in your blood and if its not, well those are the children that don’t really make it. I love hockey more than any other sport so I will be rooting HARD for the Penguins in the playoffs that start in a few days. The good thing about hockey playoffs… the longer your team plays the shorter the break between hockey season and football season. Here’s to Hockey in June!
I hate Baltimore Ravens and Philadelphia Flyers. They are dirty cheap shot teams. End of Story, if you like them, please remove yourself from my blog because we will never ever get along, that’s just how it is.
My guilty secret is Hockey commercials? Does that count? I love the credit card commercials with the hockey players… You’re not tim Thomas… This is Tim Thomas…PEGGY!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GdbaqJpb-RQ
Bonus:
Sex Position or Sex Act or fetish
I love oral sex, giving and receiving…and I love to be fucked from behind. If there was a way to incorporate those things into one act….
I hate cum in my hair, just don’t do it, it’s a rule. Not even by accident. If you want to shoot it somewhere you better have good aim.
My guilty secret is this blog.
Monday, April 9, 2012
I can't think of a good title... but I want to blog... Guess that Easter Bunny traded carrots for apples this year because he brought me an Ipad. :)
I have been working a lot, not sleeping enough, Atlas is home for a few days then off again to protect our freedom... Sigh. I can't wait till this is all done and over with and someone else can stand this damn watch, I'm just over it. I am tired of wearing the mom hat and the dad hat and the coach and the nurse and the sailor and the officer, and the granddaughter and the cook and maid and lawn person, and just everything. This is supposed to me a team sport, marriage is supposed to be about working together, not taking turns palying pitcher, catcher and outfield all at the same time while the other person is on a water break. I'm just overwhelmed...
I need a break, like a weekend to just leave and find myself, find ME again. I am sure it will involve some wine, and sandy beaches, who's in? I am thinking NC shore... a hotel with a balcony, on the beach, a few bottles and nowhere to go for a weekend... I just want someone to talk to who can relate. Who wants to listen and wants to talk about more than this moment in time.
I want to flirt and cry and scream and fuck... not necessarily together, or at the same time but I just feel like I need some sort of release that I am not getting right now. Something.
I have been working a lot, not sleeping enough, Atlas is home for a few days then off again to protect our freedom... Sigh. I can't wait till this is all done and over with and someone else can stand this damn watch, I'm just over it. I am tired of wearing the mom hat and the dad hat and the coach and the nurse and the sailor and the officer, and the granddaughter and the cook and maid and lawn person, and just everything. This is supposed to me a team sport, marriage is supposed to be about working together, not taking turns palying pitcher, catcher and outfield all at the same time while the other person is on a water break. I'm just overwhelmed...
I need a break, like a weekend to just leave and find myself, find ME again. I am sure it will involve some wine, and sandy beaches, who's in? I am thinking NC shore... a hotel with a balcony, on the beach, a few bottles and nowhere to go for a weekend... I just want someone to talk to who can relate. Who wants to listen and wants to talk about more than this moment in time.
I want to flirt and cry and scream and fuck... not necessarily together, or at the same time but I just feel like I need some sort of release that I am not getting right now. Something.
Monday, April 2, 2012
Drawn
We are sitting next to each other joking, it seems these classes go on forever but its all I look forward to anymore. We exchange a few laughs but mostly pay attention to the speaker, our body language and eye contact says far more than our words.. When it's complete and I get up to leave you ask if I am coming with you. I hadn't planned on it but let's see where this goes. We leave together and I find myself at your house. We are standing facing each other, so close that I can smell your cologne. You smell good. I have to turn my head up to try and draw your mouth towards mine. When you lean towards me I shy away and duck under your arm, its a game now. You chase after me and roll me onto the ground, rolling on top of me. I can feel your body on mine. Our legs interlocked, you are propped up on your knees and I'm laying on my back your hands at either side of my head...
We look into each other's eyes but we have yet to kiss, this time you shy away, making this last just that much longer. These moments draw on, touching eachother, the weight of your body against mine pushing me into the ground. Both our breathe quickening, the excitment of the moment, the newness of it all sending electricity through the air.
At last you bring your face down to meet mine. Your lips are soft and smooth and they graze over mine barely touching mine and past my mouth to the corner of my neck. I arch up to meet your body and wrap my arms even tighter over your back. My fingers slide into your belt loops and pull your hips towards mine. I can feel the roughness of your cheek as it rubs against my neck and you reach a hand under my hips and pull them toward you.
I want to kiss you. This has gone on far too long, the flrting, the teasing, the resisting. Finally it has all bubbled over and we are tearing at eachother's clothes as we roll without abandon on the floor. First our shirts are over our heads and we work on eachother's pants buttons. I pull against your belt almost pulling you over. We both laugh at the quickness that our clothes are coming off when we have known eachother for months. This is the first time that anything has ever been presented other than flirting and we are both quick to act on the moments we are given because we know they probably won't last long. We both have places to go and things to do... but for this moment, there is nothing but eachother to do, and new places to explore.
Our shirts and pants thrown about the room, as we finally take a moment to focus on what is really going on. You lean down and finally kiss me. I hold your face in my hands and take in the moment. The freshness of your kiss, the way your tounge skillfully intertangles with mine...Your hands sliding under my head to hold up up against yours... This moment is intoxicating...
Then from somewhere in your pants pocket across the room we hear your phone start to vibrate. In that moment we both stop and look to the heap of clothes that has so rudely interupted... You look at me, I can see in your eyes that you have to go to your phone and that I will probably have to go in a moments notice. You sit up from between my legs and walk over to your pants. By this time it has stopped vibrating but I already know that this will have to be continued later. You reach down to grab the phone as I pull my shirt back over my head. You look at it and shake your head... and look back at me... " What are you doing?" Your eyes tracing my entire body in an instant... " We have two hours before *she* gets home, I am not nearly even started with you yet" .
This makes me laugh out loud and brings you back to where we were. I don't mind being the other girl, He is something that I have wanted and thought about for monthes. Even if it is only this one time, only for a few hours, we both want this. He has told me that he thinks about me when we aren't together and that he has always considered me to be more than just another girl he met.
You are kneeling between my legs and I sit up to meet your face, my legs wrapped around the back of yours... " Are we gonna Fuck or what?" I ask... and without hesitation you are pulling my panties aside... " Oh yes, yes we are..."
We look into each other's eyes but we have yet to kiss, this time you shy away, making this last just that much longer. These moments draw on, touching eachother, the weight of your body against mine pushing me into the ground. Both our breathe quickening, the excitment of the moment, the newness of it all sending electricity through the air.
At last you bring your face down to meet mine. Your lips are soft and smooth and they graze over mine barely touching mine and past my mouth to the corner of my neck. I arch up to meet your body and wrap my arms even tighter over your back. My fingers slide into your belt loops and pull your hips towards mine. I can feel the roughness of your cheek as it rubs against my neck and you reach a hand under my hips and pull them toward you.
I want to kiss you. This has gone on far too long, the flrting, the teasing, the resisting. Finally it has all bubbled over and we are tearing at eachother's clothes as we roll without abandon on the floor. First our shirts are over our heads and we work on eachother's pants buttons. I pull against your belt almost pulling you over. We both laugh at the quickness that our clothes are coming off when we have known eachother for months. This is the first time that anything has ever been presented other than flirting and we are both quick to act on the moments we are given because we know they probably won't last long. We both have places to go and things to do... but for this moment, there is nothing but eachother to do, and new places to explore.
Our shirts and pants thrown about the room, as we finally take a moment to focus on what is really going on. You lean down and finally kiss me. I hold your face in my hands and take in the moment. The freshness of your kiss, the way your tounge skillfully intertangles with mine...Your hands sliding under my head to hold up up against yours... This moment is intoxicating...
Then from somewhere in your pants pocket across the room we hear your phone start to vibrate. In that moment we both stop and look to the heap of clothes that has so rudely interupted... You look at me, I can see in your eyes that you have to go to your phone and that I will probably have to go in a moments notice. You sit up from between my legs and walk over to your pants. By this time it has stopped vibrating but I already know that this will have to be continued later. You reach down to grab the phone as I pull my shirt back over my head. You look at it and shake your head... and look back at me... " What are you doing?" Your eyes tracing my entire body in an instant... " We have two hours before *she* gets home, I am not nearly even started with you yet" .
This makes me laugh out loud and brings you back to where we were. I don't mind being the other girl, He is something that I have wanted and thought about for monthes. Even if it is only this one time, only for a few hours, we both want this. He has told me that he thinks about me when we aren't together and that he has always considered me to be more than just another girl he met.
You are kneeling between my legs and I sit up to meet your face, my legs wrapped around the back of yours... " Are we gonna Fuck or what?" I ask... and without hesitation you are pulling my panties aside... " Oh yes, yes we are..."
Sunday, April 1, 2012
Operation Fuck the Neighbor
So... I did some yard work today. Well I did a lot of yard work today. I will be sore tomorrow, I am sure of it, so sure of it I may try to ward it off with some wine and motrin later on this evening, maybe even a bubble bath. But something funny happened while I was elbow deep in mud, this afternoon... I met my neighbor.
He was out cutting his grass, and I was hands and knees in the back yard crawling pulling grass for the 20 foot circle I cut into the yard. He looks over the fence and waves. *Must be the red hair* Hi!!! I said. He finishes cutting his grass and by this time, I am sweaty, dirty, like mud on my face dirty and sitting on my ass in the dirt.
" Nice pants" He joked with me since my jeans were COVERED in mud, no joke caked on, I took them off before I came in the door covered.
" Nice shirt" He wasn't wearing one.
"Touche... I'm ****, nice to finally meet you."
"I'm **** the pleasures mine"
" Not yet"... and with that he gave me a quick sly smirk and walked back to the house. When he turned around I noticed the Eagle and Trident tattooed on his arm... If you don't know what that stands for you proably aren't cool enough to be my friend... so... not only does he have a rocking body, but he's probably smarter than me, and obvious all about the mind fuck...
Touche sir... Round Two to come.
He was out cutting his grass, and I was hands and knees in the back yard crawling pulling grass for the 20 foot circle I cut into the yard. He looks over the fence and waves. *Must be the red hair* Hi!!! I said. He finishes cutting his grass and by this time, I am sweaty, dirty, like mud on my face dirty and sitting on my ass in the dirt.
" Nice pants" He joked with me since my jeans were COVERED in mud, no joke caked on, I took them off before I came in the door covered.
" Nice shirt" He wasn't wearing one.
"Touche... I'm ****, nice to finally meet you."
"I'm **** the pleasures mine"
" Not yet"... and with that he gave me a quick sly smirk and walked back to the house. When he turned around I noticed the Eagle and Trident tattooed on his arm... If you don't know what that stands for you proably aren't cool enough to be my friend... so... not only does he have a rocking body, but he's probably smarter than me, and obvious all about the mind fuck...
Touche sir... Round Two to come.
He's just not that into You and Beetlejuice
When I wrote that, the first thing I thought of was Will :) But I will go on to write what I was actually thinking before my mind made pictures out of the words I was typing.
I sleep sometimes at night, but I find myself awake earlier in the morning that I like but alone with my thoughts. So after I watch a few movies both titles above included and take care of some much needed hands on situations I am sitting here, with a clearer mind, smile on my face and ready to get down to some blogging.
So After watching He's just not that into you it made me think that first the movie was corny, adorable, sad and interesting... probably in that order. It was corny because it is the type of story that has been told a million times. Overly desperate door-mat style girl makes a friend with an ego ready advice giving friend, she falls for him, he doesn't want her, till he does... the end. Adorable because I love Jennifer Goodwin, I just always will look at her as Margie, no matter what role she will ever be in I will always see her as the 3rd wife of Bill Hendrickson. Interesting because its the side stories that are really interesting. A dedicated couple who aren't married for the simple fact that they don't want to, they are happy until everyone else tells them that they have to make the next step because you have to be married if you are in love which we all know isn't true. On the other end of the spectrum is a couple that have been married long term but lost the spark as sometimes happens and the man is sent into the arms and between the legs of the ever sultry Scarlett, who i have a total girl crush on. But... what really made me think was Drew Barymore's attempt to explain that in today's society it is so easy to lead someone on, and play games because of technology. She explains about emailing this account and texting here, and calling a cell and then calling home, and sending an email to a blackberry and social media... Only to be drug into a circle by a person that just aint that into you.
It really made me thnk that sometimes I miss the idea when I had one phone and if I missed the call I had one answering machine that had one tape and if I didn't have a message on there I didn't have to go searching in desperation that you didn't just blow me off but you sent an email to my gmail account or messaged me via yahoo or tried to call via skype...
When it all really comes down to... He's just not that into you ;)
I miss home, I miss being a young kid running around with a bunch of farm boys, in pick up trucks who like to get dirty, hide out in the wooods all day, swimming in the creek and making out next to a lake. But I married a man like that, a man who likes to take me out on the quad to get dirty, to sit in a deer blind all day and take the guts out of the deer I shot. I fell in love with the man who taught me to drive his truck in the back woods while he walked in front of me with a chainsaw clearing a path, who took me fishing in the rain and couldn't wait to get back to the house to help me warm up. Took me salmon fishing 9 months pregnant and laughed when I caught nothing but rocks. I know that may not be what everyone is looking for but I know that he is really that into me.
I have been very productive this weekend, including getting some work cloths ready for this week, cementing steps, laying new patio brink, finishing my boreder on the side of the house, putting in the border for my fire put. I have to plan the meals for this week up to and including Easter, and then I need to go to the store and get everything I need for the week so I don't have to make numerous trips out throughout the week for randomness. The good news is I have something to look forward to and something exciting to do this week with an ultimate goal being friday. I may write again later... but this is a good update for now
I sleep sometimes at night, but I find myself awake earlier in the morning that I like but alone with my thoughts. So after I watch a few movies both titles above included and take care of some much needed hands on situations I am sitting here, with a clearer mind, smile on my face and ready to get down to some blogging.
So After watching He's just not that into you it made me think that first the movie was corny, adorable, sad and interesting... probably in that order. It was corny because it is the type of story that has been told a million times. Overly desperate door-mat style girl makes a friend with an ego ready advice giving friend, she falls for him, he doesn't want her, till he does... the end. Adorable because I love Jennifer Goodwin, I just always will look at her as Margie, no matter what role she will ever be in I will always see her as the 3rd wife of Bill Hendrickson. Interesting because its the side stories that are really interesting. A dedicated couple who aren't married for the simple fact that they don't want to, they are happy until everyone else tells them that they have to make the next step because you have to be married if you are in love which we all know isn't true. On the other end of the spectrum is a couple that have been married long term but lost the spark as sometimes happens and the man is sent into the arms and between the legs of the ever sultry Scarlett, who i have a total girl crush on. But... what really made me think was Drew Barymore's attempt to explain that in today's society it is so easy to lead someone on, and play games because of technology. She explains about emailing this account and texting here, and calling a cell and then calling home, and sending an email to a blackberry and social media... Only to be drug into a circle by a person that just aint that into you.
It really made me thnk that sometimes I miss the idea when I had one phone and if I missed the call I had one answering machine that had one tape and if I didn't have a message on there I didn't have to go searching in desperation that you didn't just blow me off but you sent an email to my gmail account or messaged me via yahoo or tried to call via skype...
When it all really comes down to... He's just not that into you ;)
I miss home, I miss being a young kid running around with a bunch of farm boys, in pick up trucks who like to get dirty, hide out in the wooods all day, swimming in the creek and making out next to a lake. But I married a man like that, a man who likes to take me out on the quad to get dirty, to sit in a deer blind all day and take the guts out of the deer I shot. I fell in love with the man who taught me to drive his truck in the back woods while he walked in front of me with a chainsaw clearing a path, who took me fishing in the rain and couldn't wait to get back to the house to help me warm up. Took me salmon fishing 9 months pregnant and laughed when I caught nothing but rocks. I know that may not be what everyone is looking for but I know that he is really that into me.
I have been very productive this weekend, including getting some work cloths ready for this week, cementing steps, laying new patio brink, finishing my boreder on the side of the house, putting in the border for my fire put. I have to plan the meals for this week up to and including Easter, and then I need to go to the store and get everything I need for the week so I don't have to make numerous trips out throughout the week for randomness. The good news is I have something to look forward to and something exciting to do this week with an ultimate goal being friday. I may write again later... but this is a good update for now
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