Today you said, "I love you." I responded, "I know." I mean, it's not like you haven't said those words to me before, but there was something different about how you said it today, or was that my eager imagination? Then you said it again. And my heart stopped. And all I wanted was to hear you say it again...and again, and again, and again. Say it with sensual abandon. Make me feel the energy behind those words. Say it. Say it so that I can finally allow my heart to orgasmically embrace you beyond all "proper" constraints. Please.

Oh My Beloved, I can no longer resist surrendering to you completely. I long for you, as I have no other. Torture me with blissful pleasure. Blindfold me. Cuff me to the bed. Spread me open. Explore me unabashedly with your angel kisses and majestic erection. I want you. Only you can set me free from the self imposed prison I surround myself with. Touch me. Tease me. Probe me. Make me hurt so good. Dip your fingers into my warm, honey pot. Lick my sweetness off your fingertips. It's time to fully execute the rising crescendo of orgasmic freedom.

Virgo-nian determined, I look you straight in the eye and ask, "Do you love me?" Giving me that Elvis grin you lean forward and say, "I love you..." deliciously planting the sweetest, butterfly kiss on my solicitous lips. NO FAIR!!!!! You're trying to take my concentration off the truth! Okay Mr. Man, I'm going to ask you one more time, "Do you love me?" Inclining forward again, you say, "I loveeee you" and passionately caress me. OH GODDDDD I CAN'T BREATHE!!!!! Swooning, I feign a defiant stance and whisper lustily, "Say it once more, I don't think I heard you...."

Icy, cold rain pelts against the windshield. Cars back up on the highway, slowly inching forward. Wipers swishing back and forth lull me into a semi-hypnotic state, contributing to my lover-itis. My cell phone rings, and I casually check to see who's calling. It's him!!!! Wait a minute, he doesn't usually call me at this time of night! HE must be thinking about ME!!! Trying to no avail to compose my delight and excitement, I say, "Hello." He responds, in that smooth talking, "melt my butter" style... Funny, it's not raining in the car, but I'm getting moist!!!!

I kneel at your feet, worshiping you. Gasping as your sovereign scepter rises from its zippered throne. Bowing, I inhale your masculine essence, longingly rubbing against your stately cock. Basting you with my tongue, the lioness emerges. Slow, long purposeful licks. Moist tongue delicately tracing proud staff. Delightfully teasing, grasping your engorged shaft with my hand. Sucking, twirling, and tapping my sweet pink ribbon of flesh underneath your noble crown. Pure passion. Look into my longing eyes Beloved. This is the miracle of love. Accepting your kingly ransom, my full lips part once more, exalted to swallow your sublime apotheosis.

I love you. I loved you from the moment I saw you leaning against the doorway, smiling at me. You take my breath away. There are no barriers to our love. You've been granted full access to my heart and soul. I won't resist you. You are my beloved, incarnate in the flesh, and I adore you. Every moment with you is a gift. Oh how I yearn to taste you now....to touch you...to satiate your desires. I am spread open, ready to receive you. Cum, thrust deeply inside me, and I will dedicate the sun to you.

The divine vision entombed me in the holy sepulcher of light, stripping me of all illusions; and throwing me into the refiner's fire, destroying all barriers to the great void within me. Unprepared, unennobled, and weak, the universe was demanding I purge all impurities from my being. I dared to ask, "HOW?!!!" And in a roaring whisper, knocking me to my knees, an angelic voice responds, "It's time for the comforter to be comforted. Allow your Beloved to truly see the Seer. Trust him. Surrender your fears and doubts. He loves you. Don't be afraid little one." But I am.

Deception. An action contrary to one's professed attitude. Hmmm...Makes me think. What deceptions do I contribute to on a daily basis. And the question is, "Why?!" Do I do it to protect myself, or another? And ultimately, who or what does "deception" serve? Can I live my life without deception? Can I act as I profess, uninhibited, unhindered, and transparent? How about I nip "deception" in the bud; wouldn't that cause an uproar?!!! Eventually, after the fall out, things would become clear. Someone once told me, "One man's lie, is another man's truth..." Perhaps my deception is my truth.

Estimated Prophet, You Don't Have To Ask what the China Doll needs Till The Morning Comes. She waits for you in the Broke Down Palace, listening to Bird Song. So Many Roads to choose on that Black Muddy River, so Row Jimmy, you'll find her, if you just follow the Silver Apples of the Moon. There Comes A Time, When Push Comes to Shove, and The Golden Road (To Unlimited Devotion) is Liberty. Little Girl Lost whispers Eternity in your ear. Help On The Way, Believe It Or Not. The Only Time Is Now Saint of Circumstance. Looks Like Rain.

Savior successfully speaking softly simple, synchronized, sexy syllables sensually, sincerely. Said such sweet, sobering sentences, so substantial, satiating seductive shrine. As anxious, ageless, adoration, acknowledged ancient advice, affectionately advancing adhesion. I immerse instantly, identifying integral integrity intensified intentionally, inflating intelligence. Have healed heart harmoniously, having heard his handsome, holistic host. Loved luscious libation lusciously lapping lacy, lacquered, legendary logic liberally. You yield yonder, yearning yin yang, yet yabbering Yahweh yearly. Love lucidity like lightning licking lovestruck lotus, lubricating longing lust. One obviously of outstanding orchestration, organizing opulent opinions, opening obeisance. Another analogy aptly articulated accentuated ascended, ascribed, and appointed angel.

Exposed secret identity. Strut uncaped and arrogantly naked. Jump on the bed; stand over me, and bounce. Granite cock saluting with pride, straddle my face, taunt me to suck it hard. My tongue bastes the smooth, engorged flesh. GOD YOU TASTE GOOD. Bend over, drop on all fours, and take it like a man. That's right, spread your ass cheeks for me. I'll grasp and teasingly stroke your penis. I'll lick your sweet rectum clean, tracing my tongue around and around. Like it when I tongue fuck you?!!! Submit Superman. Come faster than a speeding bullet. I am your Krptonite.

He loves you, but he isn't "in love" with you. Words spoken matter-of-factly, confidently, like expressing them was doing me a HUGE favor. My heart stopped beating. A faucet of tears streamed down my face. "He doesn't want to hurt you. Don't get mad at him." TOO LATE...CALL 911! Oh God...I can't bear this pain. It hurts... It hurts because I love him. I love him as I have loved no other throughout the centuries. He is my best friend with benefits. He is every breath I breathe. He is all and everything. I LOVE HIM.

I am the Seer. I am "she who walks between worlds," seeing into humanity's heart, soul, past, present, and future; channeling divine guidance; assisting in healing and comforting those who grieve, who are in denial, who have been abused, unloved, and wounded. In this way, I raise the dead, which is only possible through truth and unconditional love. That which is unspoken, must be spoken. That which is hidden, must be revealed. Only then, can true healing manifest. But who shall heal my heart, for it is wounded. I am so deeply in love; it is foolish to deny it.

Part of me has died. Emptiness spreads like red kool-aid into a dry paper towel. I watch with morbid fascination. This space is familiar. I recollect laying in the crib, the dead "people" surrounding me, screaming defiantly for my Mother, pleading with her to hold me. She didn't. Wouldn't want to spoil me. The dead "people" comforted me, violated me, frightened me. I learned to be "silent." I'm good at that. That is what mainstream society wants me to do. This morning, no one is holding me. The dead people haven't gone away. Maybe it is I whom am dead...

I can feel him even now. His "being" fills my heart with joy. Whenever I want him to feel me from a distance, I close my eyes and masturbate; visualizing doing naughty, erotic things to one another; building the pleasure of exquisite release. As I'm coming, sending his heart waves of love and ecstasy, the waves flow to his penis, engorging it with love and passion; then I lay back and think of him holding me close, how warm and safe that feels...within a matter of time, he'll sport a HUGE hard-on; with my name written all over it.

Sitting across from me, his beautiful brown eyes and little boy smile draw me in like a magnet. I'm mesmerized by his sensuous mouth articulating. Lovingly, he snuggles into my breasts, as I stroke his soft, dark hair, enjoying the warmth of his body pressed against mine. God I love this man. I love him with every fiber of my being. I love him as I have loved no other. He is my Beloved. He is my heaven. He is "all that is." I am enraptured by his presence in my life, and am consumed with wanting to pleasure him.

So I've been naughty...SO WHAT?!!!! I'm like a bitch in heat the minute he pulls out that magnificent penis. My luscious lips wrap around it like cellophane on a cherry lollipop. The skin of his cock is so smooth and soft. God he tastes good! I love to consecrate and tease him with my wet tongue! It is sinfully delectable to bring him to the peak of ecstasy and pleasure, and watch him shiver and moan. I love it when he spurts that creamy filling into my hungry mouth. It is an honor to swallow, and lick him clean.

Today I enjoyed one of THE most erotic experiences of my life. It started with a simple massage, and ended up like two lions in heat. ALL edifices were explored, licked, stroked, sucked, and probed...It was THE ultimate sensual violation... He came so hard it was like someone going kamakazee with a can of whipped cream. After we were spent, all I could do was laugh and laugh, because it was so fun! And then I looked at him, and thought, "God I love this man." And we held each other, which is sometimes better than any orgasm...

Beloved, we belong to one another. If there is any unrest within my heart, it is because you have forgotten...or do you remember now? Look closely at our hearts as we couple, and you will catch a glimpse of our eternal love affair. Once tasting you, all others pale in comparison. You are every breath I breathe. You are the joy that resonates throughout my being. Whenever we are apart, my heart yearns for you. I love you, adore you, worship you. You're my best friend, my lover, my companion. You are My Christopher. And I am Your Cristina.

The healing energies of the island of Maui, never cease to amaze me. I witnessed a woman walking on water, twice. I saw, communicated, and played with Pleadians, dancing in the sky. They shared healing messages, visions, and techniques with me, and awaken my DNA. My magickal sister was present, and she served as a witness to all that manifested. Had we both not witnessed it all on all levels, I would be skeptical. If I'm a freak, then I've gone over the edge big time. Now I understand the healing power and message behind the words "Come follow me..."

Before the sun had risen, I sat on the beach, enjoying the warm, soothing, sensation of the waves gently flowing over my legs. I gazed into the sky and beheld a shooting star, which filled my heart with childlike joy and delight! Quickly I ceased the opportunity to make a wish! Closing my eyes really tight and believing with all my heart, I wished for.... When I opened my eyes, to my astonishment, another star shot through the sky...and then another!!!! WHOA!!! The universe granted me three wishes in a row!!! What are the odds of that?!!! I'm lucky!!!!

"On the Island, beautiful, dark eyed, brown haired, Goddesses like you are worshipped and desired above all other women...Statues honoring your beauty stand throughout these islands... Men will flock around you and want to please you..." Mark said, as he gently cupped and caressed my ass. Then he traced his finger around the outline of the tattoo above the small of my back..."Your skin is so soft... You are so beautiful..." I smiled and walked into the ocean... He stood there moony eyed, smiling, with a massive hard on for all to see... God I love being worshipped...

I saw him in my dreams. We were walking hand in hand under the moonlight; the stars glistening overhead. The sound of his voice was so soothing to my soul. Our ethereal bodies illuminated in robes of light, as we lifted off the beach, and danced over the ocean. Our hearts melded into a kaleidoscope of emotion, as we passionately copulated, floating throughout the cosmos. As his warm, celestial cum filled me, he gently caressed my neck and whispered, "I'm in love with you..." Stars burst forth from our hearts, and a new universe was created... I AM his forever.

Dear Santa, no matter what anyone says, I believe in you. I think I caught a glimpse of you outside the lanai this afternoon. You were looking good with your fabulous, white beard, swim trunks, and tan. I have to say, the elves in the hula skirts were very interesting... Is it true you use a surfboard instead of a sleigh here in Maui? Definitely appropriate I would say. I mean a surfboard wouldn't cut it in Oklahoma... Now remember, all I want for Christmas is My Twinkie, cream filling and everything, 'cause as you know, he's THE bestest one.

My sister betrayed me. She broke the "Code of Sisterhood." What the heck was she thinking?!!! It is apparent that she was desperate, and was only concerned about her survival. When I confronted her on the matter she said, "I'm sorry." That's it?!!!!! She's sorry?????!!!!! No she isn't. She isn't sorry. Correction, maybe she's sorry she got caught. She's a manipulator, and this time she crossed the line. If you hurt me, that's one thing, but if you hurt my kids, now the lion will ROAR. No excuses now dear sister....nada...none...zip... Welcome to another "Dysfunctional Family Christmas."

"That's as close as you will get to the statues of the Hawaiian Goddess on the island." There I was, laying on the beach, trying to get some sun. Must have been a sight to see for those who were visiting the island. I attempted to ignore their banter, but they kept chattering... When they started to take pictures of me, without permission, I thought about leaping up and kicking their asses, to demonstrate how much closer they could get to the Goddess, but I didn't waste my time. I just kept my eyes closed and focused on the sun.

I drank my first Hawaiian Mai Tai last night, and once I finished that first drink, the Goddess in me emerged in her full glory. Everything I was "seeing" about individuals around me was enhanced, and I didn't have any fear being direct and sharing what I saw, which is a prime example of why a Seer should NEVER drink. My friend said she's never laughed so hard in her life, and for one moment thought I would levitate over everyone's heads, and dismiss them all, especially after the light show I put on. NO MORE Mai Tai's for me!!!

I sat on the couch, with my son's head on my lap, as he cried softly. "I'm scared Mama." "What are you scared about son?" "The future." I listened carefully to all he shared. My son. My Brown Bear. My Lover Bug. My heart. My joy. I didn't tell him not to cry. He had every right to his tears. I heard his sorrow. I felt his disappointments. I rocked him gently in my arms, lovingly stroking his head and back. I'm listening son. I hear you. I love you. I wasn't about to tell him I'm scared shitless too...

A year ago today, he appeared in my life. I shall never forget the first moment I saw him, leaning against the door frame... He took my breath away. Each and every moment we share together is an adventure and a blessing... He fills my heart with such joy! Even when we are miles apart, I feel him with every beat of my heart. I was incomplete without him. I love this man as I have loved no other. Lifetime after lifetime we unite, playing, loving, exploring... He is My Beloved. He is My Divine Compliment. He is My Twinkie.

Page 446...There it was, in black and white...BOLD. A sign. Is this our imaginations? Are we two whimsical children playing in an unprecedented playground, or are we joyously divinely guided? All signs point to divine guidance, but we are having so much FUN!!!! How could I ever live one millisecond of my life without this divine playmate by my side? We explore and enjoy so much together, delightfully creating our own "secret society." We call it "the treehouse." In "the treehouse" all secrets are revealed...as is my eternal heart...syaw lla ni dna syawla srouy MA I.

I floated all the way home. "Mom! You're GLOWING!!!! Mona!!!! Come and see Mom's face, SHE'S GLOWING!!!!! Mona looked, "OH MY GODDDDDDDD MOM...YOU SHOULD SEE YOUR FACE...Either you had THE best sex of your life, or you are in LOVE...YOU ARE GLOWINGGGGG..." "He kissed my hand." "Awwww...that's so sweet...he kissed your hand?!!!" "He didn't just kiss my hand, he KISSED my hand..." I demonstrated how that man melted my butter with those succulent lips of his... "WHOA Mom!!! No guy's ever kissed my hand like that...I want to GLOW too...You look soooo beautiful."