Nice!!!

OMG- I almost forgot the warning!!
NOT RATED G


Didn't plan on it happening. Really, I didn't. I was tired, and it was a long day. I didn't even want to eat. And believe it or not I had a headache something that rarely happens to me. But after some Advil, a little caffeine and some food...

Yup, you got it. HOT SEX!!!! Soooooooooooooo good!

I guess it's time to introduce him to you guys. I was going to call him Mr. Knock-'em-dead, but I think Mr. Knock Me Off My Feet is a better fit because he did just that. We were standing and kissing and the next thing I know I'm on my back on the couch.

Now, to tell you a little about him... aside from the fact that he knows what he's doing and makes me feel fine. Let me clarify that, better than fine! He's not that tall. Actually, he's shorter than I am by about an inch, but not where it counts. Whoa! I'm being a little graphic today. It's just that while I'm writing about him, I can't stop thinking about last night.

Back to Mr. Knock, he's got such soft hair, and it's cut short and fuzzy in the back. It's deep black and absolutely yummy!!! Yeah, yeah, I realize that I'm not really telling you too much about him. But the look he gets in his eyes is instant panty remover. HOT!! Very hot!!

Yes, I'm having trouble staying focused. He does that to me sometimes. Can't even remember my name after he kisses me.

OK! I did it again. He's a dad of two little girls, and he is so good with them. You can see that he loves his kids AND enjoys them. He's very easy to be with and enjoyable to be around. What I really like is when his arms are around me... strong arms. Sidetracked again.

The funny thing is that he has absolutely no idea that I'm putty in his hands... those hands.

I think I need to stop writing before I write things that I just can't post.

PMSing

MOST DEFINITELY NOT RATED G





Now that I've scared most of you members of the male sex away by the title, I will try and tell y'all what's going on. I'm a little tired. I'm a little teary. AND I'm horny as hell.

Yup, you read that right. It's probably just the hormones. Yeah, yeah, I can just hear what you're thinking, "Sure CR we've heard that one before. When don't you have sex on the brain?!" But it's true. About a week before I get my period, almost all that I can think about is sex... not just run of the mill sex, but hot and sweaty sex that leaves you breathless, with your heart pounding, and a huge grin on your face.

I'm not talking about the "wham bam thank you, ma'am" kind of sex that I used to have with the ex. What I am referring to is sex that is better than melt in your mouth Godiva chocolate truffles when you savor the silkiness as it slips over your tongue. This is the sex that slowly builds with passionate looks and take your time hot kisses that make you beg for more. I think that the ladies know what I'm referring to... it starts way before anything physical and then continues with the foreplay for a looooooooong time afterward.



btw-can you just imagine how ECSTATIC I would be with chocolate and sex together?!?!?

The Walking Wounded

I've been doing a lot of talking to myself lately ("OW! Not again CR.") mainly because I've been doing some, well, let's just say it's my way of doing things, mostly self-inflicted.

You all know about the rugburn on my forehead, but I just want to let you in on some background info. so that you can understand me better. That wasn't the first place that I got a horrible rug burn this past year. Somehow (don't ask me how), I managed to get rug burn on my left foot just below where my big toe is. I was a bit pre-occupied at the time and don't really remember how it took place. Let's just say it was worth it.

I also managed to recently burn myself on my left hip. That burn, actually two, happened because I wanted to wear a skirt and it was wrinkled. Since the iron and ironing board are in my room, there's no reason for me to be wearing anything while I'm ironing my clothes for the day... except for the possibility of brushing the iron up against me.

You might think that it's a mistake most anyone could make, but I've already done it once before. That time I was ironing a shirt and managed to burn a line across my stomach. It was a long time ago, so long ago the burn has already completely faded from my skin unlike the two on my hip.

Now, let's get to this past Friday. Things were hectic. When aren't they right before Shabbos? Anyway, I managed to burn my the top of my left hand where it meets my wrist. I was reaching for the pan of chicken and there you go CR has done it again.

Don't worry I've been staying away from ovens, irons, rugs, and just in case even knives this week. But Shabbos is coming up so wish me luck on Thursday night, and don't worry too much. I'm going to get a new aloe plant tomorrow.

fitness update: I've lost a total of 13 lbs. and have gone down a size very close to two sizes. I've been walking/running for about 35 minutes a day and I'm trying to get up to 10,000 steps a day.

Persuasion

Jane Austen's Persuasion and last week was Jane Eyre. What bittersweet joy! Love and happy endings. No more writing tonight. Just watching and tissues.

Made Me Laugh

A friend told me about this, and I love to share... so here it is.

9,999

One more to go and I will have reached 10,000. Wow!

So Much To Write

Yeah, yeah. I know. I've been lax in my writing. Sorry about it, y'all. It's not that I haven't been thinking about writing and even writing a bit. Just haven't finished anything that I've started. I've got a lot of great beginnings though.

So what is this post about? I'm asking myself that same question. I heard a quote attributed to Wordsworth, googled and read the poem it was in and other ones. I started thinking about love. There are many different kinds, and they impact on us in different ways.

Hope and joy walk together
with open arms
through the sounds of angels
earning their wings

tearful smiles lead to an easy sleep
on a bed of stars in midnight blue
the power to continue
dreaming of him softens
jagged edges

Can't Get It Out Of My Mind

If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands....

I'm sure all of you now have that tune playing in your heads. I don't mean to have anyone else suffer, but that's what I've been hearing in my head. OK, OK, I'm happy and I know it so it is an appropriate song. BUT it's driving me bonkers.

It reminds me of the time that I dropped DB off at school. He left the car singing Bertha while I drove away singing that dreaded tune, If You're Happy... Let me just explain. We were listening (and yes, singing) to The Dead on the way to school, and when I dropped him off he just continued.

I always turn the music off when I tell him, "I love you, DB. Have a great day." This time he looked back at me and said, "I love you too, Mom." That and seeing him with a smile on his face just brought that song to mind, and it stuck. The way it always does.

Is there a particular song that gets stuck in your head? And what do you do to "change the station"?

Good Shabbos!! Time to light

BTW- in case you couldn't figure it out DB is with me for the weekend

'Till I See You

I don't need to close my eyes
to see his laughter

I hear his smiles
in his favorite music

Love for him warms my soul
as I dream of times together
waiting patiently
for new memories to be made