Today's entry is Sugarland's "What I'd Give." This song brings to mind love #2.
Circumstances made "finding out how you like your eggs," and "waking up to your face above me" out of our reach. Oh but what I'd give to have been able to make them a reality. The memory of him still sometimes hits me right in the gut, and a little south of the gut too!!
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Monday, August 30, 2010
The Week Of Music: Quiche Lorraine
Our second music entry for this week's week of music is the B-52's Quiche Lorraine. This song takes me back to my college days having attended the University of Georgia in Athens from which the quirky B-52's hail.
In particular, this song reminds me of my first love. We met in the first year of high school, and continued our friendship through most of college. At the time, I was not wise enough to the ways of love and sex to understand the red flags that should have been raised by a male friend with whom I was nearly inseparable, yet not at all sexual. I fell deeply in love with him over the 7 years we spent together. In time, he finally revealed to me that he was gay. It tore us apart for a long while. I couldn't accept it, nor could I accept that I would never be the one for him.
This song reminds me of our happier party days together in college and always makes me smile.
In particular, this song reminds me of my first love. We met in the first year of high school, and continued our friendship through most of college. At the time, I was not wise enough to the ways of love and sex to understand the red flags that should have been raised by a male friend with whom I was nearly inseparable, yet not at all sexual. I fell deeply in love with him over the 7 years we spent together. In time, he finally revealed to me that he was gay. It tore us apart for a long while. I couldn't accept it, nor could I accept that I would never be the one for him.
This song reminds me of our happier party days together in college and always makes me smile.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
The Week of Music: Right Here
Today's song by Staind "Right Here " calls to mind love #2. Ours was a very much on again off again relationship...more than it's fair share of turmoil, yet we never could seem to walk away for good...something always kept drawing us back to each other.
The Week of Music: Never Tear Us Apart
I had a nifty idea last week, and I am going to try it out on you, dear reader. I am going to make a post each day this week, featuring a song that has some sort of intimate meaning to me. I may tell you to whom it refers , I may not, that remains to be seen. You can be assured that since each song has an intimate meaning to me it likely refers to one of the three loves I referred to in this earlier post. As with any new idea, you may enjoy it or you may count the days until the week is over. If the latter is the case, I apoligize in advance.
My first song of the week is INXS' "Never Tear Us Apart." My Jay wanted to have this as our first dance song at our wedding. At the time, I overruled with another song, that in hindsight was much less suitable than this one. This song always brings tender thoughts of my Jay whenever I hear it. It is a bit bittersweet now that Michael Hutchence has been gone so long, but still a beautiful love song.
My first song of the week is INXS' "Never Tear Us Apart." My Jay wanted to have this as our first dance song at our wedding. At the time, I overruled with another song, that in hindsight was much less suitable than this one. This song always brings tender thoughts of my Jay whenever I hear it. It is a bit bittersweet now that Michael Hutchence has been gone so long, but still a beautiful love song.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Lust
She knelt between his legs, the carpeting rough on her knees, her dress tossed to the floor beside her where he had carelessly tossed it shortly after they entered the hotel room. His lips had hungrily sought hers as he took her breasts in each hand, drawing a small moan from her. She had greedily pulled his shirt over his head, desperate for the sensation of his skin against hers.
Theirs had been such a long, uncertain wait culminating in this angry, animal desire to devour each other. Now she knelt in front of him, feeling the taut muscles of his thighs under her hands as she gazed up at him. She kissed the bare skin of his belly, tracing circles around his navel with her tongue until he placed his hand on the top of her head and shoved her down, knocking her off balance, her head grazing the wall as she fell.
He advanced towards her as she righted herself against the wall, his green eyes shining with lust and unfulfilled desire. He slapped her in the face with his cock…once…twice…three times before he guided it into her waiting mouth.
She took him balls deep as he groaned his pleasure into the silence of the room. Her warm, tight mouth sucked up and down the length of his shaft, pausing at the head to swirl her tongue around the salty precum gathering there.
Her own sex pulsed and gushed between her legs as she pleasured him. Her need to have him inside her was strong, however her desire to please him was overwhelmingly stronger.
She cupped his tight balls as she stroked his wet rigid cock. He pumped his hips at her, tossing her back against the wall, her head bouncing off the hard surface with each thrust as she gagged on his swollen cock. She gripped his ass feeling the muscles there tighten as his hot, delicious cum began to flow into her mouth. She swallowed eagerly, loving the taste of him as he released into her mouth. When he was still, she gently cleaned him with her tongue, wanting to lap up every precious drop of fluid. She looked up at him as she did this their eyes locked with a mixture of desire and need.
He gripped her under the arms and lifted her to his waiting mouth, tongues swirling together as he led her to the empty bed. The weight of his body on hers increased her arousal to a nearly unbearable level. She wanted this so badly. She had been such a good, patient girl, and here was her just reward.
She could no longer control her own body, could no longer stem the rising tide of desire. She came almost as soon as he entered her, her cunt clamping down on him with such force it took her breath away. She writhed and cried out underneath him as her orgasm ripped through her. When it was over, she clung to him, her legs wrapped tightly around his hips, trembling as her whole body tingled and throbbed with their deed.
When she finally stilled, he rolled off of her, planted a kiss on her cheek, and chuckled, “Let’s do that all over again in about 20 minutes!”
Theirs had been such a long, uncertain wait culminating in this angry, animal desire to devour each other. Now she knelt in front of him, feeling the taut muscles of his thighs under her hands as she gazed up at him. She kissed the bare skin of his belly, tracing circles around his navel with her tongue until he placed his hand on the top of her head and shoved her down, knocking her off balance, her head grazing the wall as she fell.
He advanced towards her as she righted herself against the wall, his green eyes shining with lust and unfulfilled desire. He slapped her in the face with his cock…once…twice…three times before he guided it into her waiting mouth.
She took him balls deep as he groaned his pleasure into the silence of the room. Her warm, tight mouth sucked up and down the length of his shaft, pausing at the head to swirl her tongue around the salty precum gathering there.
Her own sex pulsed and gushed between her legs as she pleasured him. Her need to have him inside her was strong, however her desire to please him was overwhelmingly stronger.
She cupped his tight balls as she stroked his wet rigid cock. He pumped his hips at her, tossing her back against the wall, her head bouncing off the hard surface with each thrust as she gagged on his swollen cock. She gripped his ass feeling the muscles there tighten as his hot, delicious cum began to flow into her mouth. She swallowed eagerly, loving the taste of him as he released into her mouth. When he was still, she gently cleaned him with her tongue, wanting to lap up every precious drop of fluid. She looked up at him as she did this their eyes locked with a mixture of desire and need.
He gripped her under the arms and lifted her to his waiting mouth, tongues swirling together as he led her to the empty bed. The weight of his body on hers increased her arousal to a nearly unbearable level. She wanted this so badly. She had been such a good, patient girl, and here was her just reward.
She could no longer control her own body, could no longer stem the rising tide of desire. She came almost as soon as he entered her, her cunt clamping down on him with such force it took her breath away. She writhed and cried out underneath him as her orgasm ripped through her. When it was over, she clung to him, her legs wrapped tightly around his hips, trembling as her whole body tingled and throbbed with their deed.
When she finally stilled, he rolled off of her, planted a kiss on her cheek, and chuckled, “Let’s do that all over again in about 20 minutes!”
Sunday, August 22, 2010
My Dearest Katy
One night last week my son was showing his Dad a video on the laptop in the kitchen as they were cleaning up after dinner as he does from time to time. Usually it is something completely juvenile, and uninteresting, but this time it turned out to be my Katy's latest video.
I tried to act nonchalant as I glanced over their shoulders, secretly filled with lust.
Later, I looked the video up for myself, and have watched it several times since.
My Katy is a smokin' hot goddess!
I tried to act nonchalant as I glanced over their shoulders, secretly filled with lust.
Later, I looked the video up for myself, and have watched it several times since.
My Katy is a smokin' hot goddess!
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Freaks of Atlanta Rejoice!!
If you are a reader here in the Atlanta area and you have been involved in the BDSM scene on some level or another be that mild interest or full on D/s relationship for 10 years or longer you probably remember a wonderful little place that used to be on Cheshire Bridge Road called The Chamber.
Whenever Jay and I had the opportunity to go out for an evening of fun, that was always our destination of choice. Sadly, Mon Cherie, who founded the debaucherous place, fell out of the scene after having a child, and the Chamber was no more. My best recollection is that this was about 8 or 9 years ago. Since then Jay and I have struggled to find any club that possessed the same atmosphere of kink, industrial dance beats, BDSM themed performances, and an atmosphere of welcome to any and all sexual orientations.
What to my wondering eyes did appear in my FetLife message box last week but an invite from Mon Cherie herself to the 2nd Annual Club Fetish Reunion!! I nearly squealed with delight when I read it. Jay and I were giddy as school children this week leading up to the event.
It was held at The Heretic also on Cheshire Bridge Road. Those of you from Atlanta may be scratching your heads saying WTF?! The Heretic is a long standing gay bar known for not being at all welcoming to those of the female gender. My first reaction when I learned the venue was NO WAY!! But the more Jay and I read about the event, we knew it was exactly what we had been waiting for.
Here's the best part boys and girls...Jay and I ran into Ms. Mon Cherie at the event early in the evening and she explained to us that she is looking to bring The Chamber back...oh happy day for all the freaks and kinksters in the ATL! Her hope is to do an event one Saturday a month at the Heretic and hopefully see it grow from there.
It was a great night full of erotic, deviant shows, pounding industrial dance beats to which Jay and I danced the night away, and beautiful subbie and dominant eye candy for all to enjoy. It was a wonderful mixture of all sexual orientations...hetero, gay, lesbian, and everything in between. I have to say that a point of great amusement to me was how the bartenders were Johnny-on-the-Spot to light Jay's cigarette (it's a gay bar remember?) while barely noticing my existance...LOL. And no, we are not smokers...ex smokers who indulge in a pack when we go out and then either chuck it at the end of the night or save it for the next time we have the opportunity to go out.
And now for the best part, the night in pictures for you...
Jay and I had the pleasure of dancing near to this hottie's little stage for much of the evening. I so wanted to reach out and slap her firm little ass.
This beautiful lady was quite skilled with her glow in the dark hoolahoop
This was a naughty little ballerine princess in need of a love gift of slut shoes...
These two hotties left me hot and bothered, and wanting more after their performance. I managed to kneel on one of the dance stages in order to get an unobstructed view of the naughty little subbie taking her punishment. Can you see how big her breats are...holy shit, Batman! I had thought my interest in women had kind of cooled over the last several years, but this beauty had me aching to bury my face between those beautiful pair of breats
And finally, unbeknownst to me, Jay was apparently snapping pictures up my dress as I kneeled on the dance stange transfixed my the scenes depicted above
If there are those who are interested, I will keep you up to date on future events.
Whenever Jay and I had the opportunity to go out for an evening of fun, that was always our destination of choice. Sadly, Mon Cherie, who founded the debaucherous place, fell out of the scene after having a child, and the Chamber was no more. My best recollection is that this was about 8 or 9 years ago. Since then Jay and I have struggled to find any club that possessed the same atmosphere of kink, industrial dance beats, BDSM themed performances, and an atmosphere of welcome to any and all sexual orientations.
What to my wondering eyes did appear in my FetLife message box last week but an invite from Mon Cherie herself to the 2nd Annual Club Fetish Reunion!! I nearly squealed with delight when I read it. Jay and I were giddy as school children this week leading up to the event.
It was held at The Heretic also on Cheshire Bridge Road. Those of you from Atlanta may be scratching your heads saying WTF?! The Heretic is a long standing gay bar known for not being at all welcoming to those of the female gender. My first reaction when I learned the venue was NO WAY!! But the more Jay and I read about the event, we knew it was exactly what we had been waiting for.
Here's the best part boys and girls...Jay and I ran into Ms. Mon Cherie at the event early in the evening and she explained to us that she is looking to bring The Chamber back...oh happy day for all the freaks and kinksters in the ATL! Her hope is to do an event one Saturday a month at the Heretic and hopefully see it grow from there.
It was a great night full of erotic, deviant shows, pounding industrial dance beats to which Jay and I danced the night away, and beautiful subbie and dominant eye candy for all to enjoy. It was a wonderful mixture of all sexual orientations...hetero, gay, lesbian, and everything in between. I have to say that a point of great amusement to me was how the bartenders were Johnny-on-the-Spot to light Jay's cigarette (it's a gay bar remember?) while barely noticing my existance...LOL. And no, we are not smokers...ex smokers who indulge in a pack when we go out and then either chuck it at the end of the night or save it for the next time we have the opportunity to go out.
And now for the best part, the night in pictures for you...
Jay and I had the pleasure of dancing near to this hottie's little stage for much of the evening. I so wanted to reach out and slap her firm little ass.
This beautiful lady was quite skilled with her glow in the dark hoolahoop
This was a naughty little ballerine princess in need of a love gift of slut shoes...
These two hotties left me hot and bothered, and wanting more after their performance. I managed to kneel on one of the dance stages in order to get an unobstructed view of the naughty little subbie taking her punishment. Can you see how big her breats are...holy shit, Batman! I had thought my interest in women had kind of cooled over the last several years, but this beauty had me aching to bury my face between those beautiful pair of breats
And finally, unbeknownst to me, Jay was apparently snapping pictures up my dress as I kneeled on the dance stange transfixed my the scenes depicted above
If there are those who are interested, I will keep you up to date on future events.
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