January 2004 - Quanita

01/01

Stupid Adripfawna! Buff, pick, scour, explore, fulfill his oral expectations, then get your freaking fingers out of there!!!!!!!!!!! I don't own him, but he is MY TWINKIE. Get it? Don't make me get the black birds after you!!! Oh who am I fooling...???!!!! :::sighing::: I'm "in" love with him; he isn't "in" love with me. You can't help it if you're his fantasy, even if I am his reality. Fantasies are always bigger than life, aren't they?! I'm just sad 'cause he didn't call me, and he said he would...I'm missing him so. Just remember to floss. Now rinse.

01/02

Goddess Lovemaking 101 ~ First) Look her directly in the eyes like she's the sweetest, juiciest fruit, you've ever partaken of, and say, "I AM "in" love with you, and I WANT to taste your pleasure." Now when you say this, mean it, or you're unworthy to enter into her divine temple, and will be quickly dismissed. Second) Hold, caress, kiss, and touch her in places she's never been touched before, and DON'T be in a hurry... Third) Take charge....'cause if you don't, she will, and then you'll have to suffer the delicious consequences. Fourth) Repeat. Fifth) Repeat. Sixth) Repeat.

01/03

How to drive an obsessive, compulsive, Virgo, Goddess nuts 101 - "What's that on the floor?" Smack dab in front of me, my eyeballs zero in on a crusty, hairy, glob, with a lifeforce of it's own...Oh My God!!!! I think it's moving. My best friend looks next to the oven and says, "What?! This?!" to my utter shock she kicks it under the stove. Everything is now moving in slow motion. "GRACEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! How could you do that!!!" I leap like a world class cricket player, trusty kitchen spatula in hand... Taaaaa Daaaaaaaaa!!!!! Unidentified hairy object retrieved... :::Sigh of relief:::

01/04

Beloved, can you hear my fragile heart calling out to yours, across the distance which separates us, yearning to be in the warmth of your loving presence? "The missing" is always like this. At times it's pure torture. The longing consumes my entire being, and nothing and no one can satisfy it, except for you. Right here, right now, I need you. I AM not some little girl with a school girl crush. I AM a Goddess filled with concupiscence lust. Feel me reaching for you across the ethers, stroking you...snuggling you...loving you...always and in all ways.

01/05

I'm late! I'm late! For a very important date! Geez, if I'm ever on time, it'll be a miracle! There's a part of me that silently rebels against "the system" by repetitively being late. I mean, this is supposed to be MY time isn't it? People are always rushing. If I'm going to invest my time, DON'T RUSH ME, especially if I'm working on an orgasm. So unless it's life or death, I REFUSE to apologize for being late. If I show up, it's a blessing! Get down on your knees and be THANKFUL the Goddess appeared...just in time.

01/06

I've waited 27 years to do this. His handsome bedroom eyes and rock hard obelisk, told me he'd waited long enough. Nothing was going to stop him. I tried to feign a protest, but his skills in lovemaking had me on my back, purring "yes" in no time. It felt sooooooo delectable to feel his fingers inside me, then his tongue, then his stealthy cock. He tore up my pussy, and I wanted more. We did it on the bed, the floor, the chair, sideways, doggie style, and he still wasn't finished. Afterwards, I smiled and said, "GOD BLESS AMERICA."

01/07

When he speaks...shares his thoughts...listens, uplifts me...holds me close...kisses my hand...melts my butter...smiles...looks me in the eyes... pouts...suckles my breasts...preens in front of the mirror...shares his soul...laughs...gives me gifts...pleasures me...snuggles me..."knows" me...doesn't forget me...let's me smell him...teases me...takes time for me...shares his favorite things...visits the treehouse...kisses me...shows me his owies...sings off key...pontificates...trembles...shares his velvet monolith...knows exactly what to say...writes...loves me...honors the Goddess I AM...I know he's MY Beloved.

01/08

Called Mom today. After the initial hello, I took our conversation to a place it's never gone before. When she asked about the kids, I didn't pull punches, I told her Mona's boyfriend has a BIG penis, to which she replied, "Jackpot!!!!" which made us both crack up laughing... Then I told her Nee's boyfriend has only given her two orgasms, she said, "Get rid of him." She laughed so loud, my sister ran in, seized the phone, and asked, "What did YOU say to Mom? I've never seen her laugh so hard in my life!!!" I responded, "The truth."

01/09

Trust him.

"Help me please."

Finally, I uttered those words to him. I needed him to heal me. The black, wrought iron, fence dropped around my heart to protect it, but once tasting the freedom of unconditional love, my heart longed to be free again. His arms reached through the fence, lovingly holding me as he said, "Did you feel that?! I gave you my heart." I pressed longingly against him through the bars... "What if I fail?" I whispered, tears streaming down my face. "You won't fail. You won't..." he said, gently opening the gate.

Trust him.

"I do."

01/10

Visions of our past-lives together flowed, when he placed his healing hand on my heart. Eons of passionately loving each other emerged from the vaults of higher consciousness. I saw us exploring each others bodies and hearts in ways deemed forbidden... I saw myself straddling and riding him on a dirt floor, our eyes interlocked with intensity, his fingers massaging my dark, cherry nipples... I saw him freeing me from shackles, and later my holding on to a tree, while he explored and fucked me from behind. GOD!!! I could feel his massive cock slamming into my wanting, juicy, pussy...

01/11

There's something about his scent, that drives me wild! He smells like warm, vanilla cookies, dipped in sugar. I swear I catch a whiff of him, and I go into heat!!! He makes me ovulate!!! And get this...You know how cum usually smells like Clorox, and tastes like salty snot?! Well, his doesn't. His cum tastes like warm, delicious, honey, and I ravenously swallow every drop... I'm addicted to it! If I don't taste him, after a few days, I go through withdrawals, and all my mind focuses on is sloshing, sucking, licking, and lapping, his perfect, silky penis.

01/12

My Dearest Cupid, Listen buddy, what's the delay in manifesting true love in My Best Friend's lives?!!!! These women are BEAUTIFUL, inside and out...and frankly, they've had it with dysfunctional, abusive, men. Now I know THE Most Specialist One is taken, BUT this is a BIG universe, isn't it?!!! Surely, there are some excellent prospects you can drum up for them.... The key word is "L O V E R." Write that down. And if you could get them to manifest BEFORE Valentine's Day, that would be bonus. I'm calling in my favors Cupie Baby...Remember, we're a team. Sincerely, The Goddess Quanita

01/13

When I was little, my father told me, "Never kiss on the lips..." So, when we would attend family functions, the obligatory kiss was always on the cheek or forehead. As a woman, I recognized to kiss someone on the lips was to share a part of my heart essence with them. I REFUSE to kiss anyone on the lips that I don't love. YUCKY!!! If I refuse, take it as a slap in the face. Oh, but to lovingly kiss someone tenderly on the lips is THE most erotic, intimate, gifts I can share... It means I LOVE YOU.

01/14

As the divine vision unfolded, our souls merged, and My Beloved held me close, tenderly caressing my heart...my breasts...my nipples...sweetly stroking me into ultimate surrender. My heart celebrated as it opened wide to receive him. How is this possible? Am I dreaming? No. This is real. This is as real as it gets. I love him so. My naughty fingers found and traced his throbbing cock, as it majestically pressed beneath his pants, causing my pearl to swell and throb with anticipation... I don't want this moment to ever end. I will remember it forever My Beloved.

01/15

Well my friends, I experienced an awakening, while sitting on the couch, smoking wacky weed with my massage therapist, Mona. We were discussing sex...comparing notes on our orgasms, lovers, etc....when I decided to share my December 2003 - 100word entries with her. Anyhow, WHERE THE HECK DID I COME UP WITH THE WORD APOTHEOSIS?!!!!! We laughed about that word for an hour. At the time I used that word, it flowed well with "noble crown," and "regal scepter..." Rather than embellishing, I could have simply stated, "HE HAS THE BEST DAMN PENIS I'VE EVER HAD THE PRIVILEGE OF PLEASURING!"

01/16

Competition indeed! BE GONE, insignificant speck that you are!!!! You're UNINVITED. You dare to challenge me? Perhaps I should remind you whom you are messing with! Does the word "GODDESS" ring a bell?!! I've earned this title baby...and now you've lost the privilege of basking in my omnipotent presence. Perhaps I should point a finger or two at you and turn you into a boil on a donkey's ass? Consider yourself dismissed... POOF!!!!! :::Lays back on her divine chaise::: Bring me William and some whipped cream...I'm ready for desert!!! :::Smiles seductively and squirts whipped creme between her thighs...:::

01/17

The ride home afterwards is always the hardest. I never want to leave his side. In the short amount of time we share with one another in the treehouse, I try to memorize his eyes, his smile, his voice, the way he smells, his touch. How is it possible to love someone as deeply as I love him? Yet I do... I love him. I LOVE HIM. We share such wonderful explorations of body, mind, and spirit together. It's as if nothing and no one else on earth exists, except for us. My heart aches for him... Goodnight My Beloved...

01/18

It's the same repetitive story. I'm married, but I'm having an affair. LISTEN TO ME PEOPLE...STAND IN YOUR INTEGRITY. The truth WILL set you free. Even the lowest life form deserves the truth. If a relationship is YUCKY enough that you have to find love elsewhere, TELL THE TRUTH...and get on with life. You aren't doing anyone any favors by holding on to what you know is toxic. It's not noble and devoted to stay in that relationship, it's being stupid and co-dependent. It's not about the children or money, it's about giving yourself permission to BE HAPPY.

01/19

His scent is intoxicating to me. Holding the napkin to my nose, I tried to figure out why... Mona walked in, "Mom? What are you doing?" I replied, "I'm trying to figure out what this smell is..." "Let me smell..." she snatched the napkin and inhaled... "Oh, it smells like Patchouli.... What is it?" The look on my face spoke volumes. "MOM!!!!! IS THIS CHRISTOPHER'S JIZ???!!!!" I nodded... "OH MY GOD...I JUST INHALED CHRISTOPHER'S JIZ!!!!" We both started laughing hysterically... She dramatically takes another whiff and says, "You sure this is Jiz? 'Cause it sure doesn't smell like Tuna."

01/20

I remember you with every breath I take. All that we share is sacred and divine. What we explore together was meant for you and I, not for others...not yet. You are like a young child with a new toy, excited to show others what you have. This makes me smile, because I know you appreciate the gift, but sometimes I feel sad, because like a treasured blankie, some things aren't meant for sharing; just as I know my heart belongs to you, and no one else. Maybe that's the one, most important, lesson for me in this lifetime...

01/21

I'm confused...Who is the woman I hear in the back of my mind calling out to her Beloved Roberto? Her voice is haunting... I can feel her body swaying to and fro, clutching something to her chest, yearning... It's like she's pleading with God, bargaining with her soul. I want to hold her tight and tell her everything is going to be okay... She will be with her Beloved again... HE PROMISED HE WOULD RETURN. HE PROMISED. She's using magick to protect him. I can feel it. I hear the words...I hear the promises...but I'm confused................

01/22

The ancients smiled upon us, and allowed time to stand still. What seemed to be hours of mutual exploration and pleasure, was only one hour in this dimension. My heart joyfully opened to him, with no hesitation. Holding and tasting each other was the sweetest nectar. We explored each other with no inhibitions, and for the first time in my life, I willingly got down on my knees, in front of a man, addressing him as the God he is, and asked permission to gratify his scrumptious cock. This I choose, because I adore and love him...lifetime, after lifetime...

01/23

I surrendered to you My Beloved. I bowed before you, as I have bowed before no man, fully opening my heart, and humbly asking for permission to pleasure you, over, and over again. You stood there proudly erect, looking lovingly into my eyes and smiling, coddling the back of my head, masterfully pushing it forward, so that my lips brushed lightly across your shaft. You gently teased and parted my wet, hungry, mouth, willing me to suck and lap your engorged penis hungrily. The sounds of your ecstasy were intoxicating, as I painted your cum unto my full, pouting, lips...

01/24

Mira felt Roberto's lips tenderly caress her cheek. "I'll be back soon My Love, I promise..." She held his handsome head next to hers, breathing in his essence. Oh! How she adored him!!! Cradling her chin, he sweetly caressing her lips, smiled, and kissed the top of their newborn son's head. He looked so happy!!! She watched him as he turned, waved, and blew her a kiss... "I love you..." Mira called, noticing an uncomfortable ache in her heart...

"TAKE HER INSIDE!!!!" the men yelled...but it was too late, she saw the mask of death on her Beloved's face...

01/25

Woke up...thought about him. Went potty...thought about him. Brushed teeth...thought about him. Stripped off clothes...thought about him. Showered...thought about him. Masturbated...thought about him. Climaxed...THOUGHT ABOUT HIM... Dressed...thought about him. Returned phone calls...thought about him. Ate...thought about him. Shared a massage...thought about him. Meditated...thought about him... All day long...I thought about him... And I'm still thinking about him... Going to sleep now...THINKING ABOUT HIM.... Why? Because I LOVE AND MISS HIM SO MUCH!!! I wonder if he thinks about me, as much as I think about him?

01/26

He came in unexpectedly, obviously looking for me. He sat down across from me, and I felt like vomiting, that's when he told me he had food poisoning over the weekend. Damn I'm a good Seer. He's Martyr Man. A flood of abusive memories came crashing in. He's the jerk who demeaned, belittled, and tried to destroy me. HE CAN'T SUCK ME INTO HIS CRUEL, DYSFUNCTIONAL WORLD ANYMORE!!! I'm NOT going back there EVER! My heart smiled. I realized how happy I am now. I'm free. I politely showed him the exit and said, "I have a client waiting..." NEXT!

01/27

The doorway to the other side beckoned me to enter. I knew if I stepped through that door, I wasn't coming back. I willed my soul to re-enter my physical form, but met resistance. Streams of hungry, lower, dimensional entities were drawn to my life-force. I felt them coming closer and closer. Wasting time in-between realms was dangerous. I repetitively attempted to heave my spirit back into my lifeless, physical form. Finally, exhausted, I pleaded solemnly, "I'M FINALLY HAPPY. PLEASE GOD...PLEASE.....I LOVE HIM WITH ALL MY HEART...PLEASE LET ME LIVE...PLEASE." I awoke, gasping for air...Alive.

01/28

I'm not what he expected...not in size...not in shape...not in height...not in weight...None of that. At times, I wish I was THE perfect image of what he finds beautiful, sexy, and alluring. When I look in the mirror, I am constantly reminded about how "imperfect" I am. Yet, when he touches my heart, I feel like I am THE most beautiful, most happiest woman in the world. I don't think about my imperfections...I think about the perfection I feel in his arms, in his presence, and how my heart swells just hearing his voice.

01/29

It is I who has come to you in the night when you called. It is I who comforted and suckled you at my breasts. It is I who sat in your lap while you fucked me with your rock hard penis. It is I who bartered with the divine for your libido and prosperity. Now it is time you KNOW who I AM. I AM CRISTINA. I am not an illusion, imagination, or fantasy, I AM REAL. I was real the night you stood under the twilight sky and dedicated the moon to me. Now I stake my claim.

01/30

Surrendering to the passion, My Beloved's body trembled with exquisite pleasure. His rhythmic thrusts exploded with delightful expressions of ecstasy. He collapsed next to me in a state of ultimate euphoria. Satiated, the lioness in me gently licked him clean, relishing the taste of his ambrosial secretions, as snowflakes danced all around our snow globe of light. As I looked into his pulchritudinous countenance, I was overwhelmed by the abysmal affection I felt him. I have NEVER loved any man, as much as I love him. He is MY heaven on earth. He IS MY Lion. I AM his Lioness.

01/31

The older couple sat across from us. Their demonstrations of love tickled my heart. They sparkled in each other's presence... I've never had a real Valentine, at least not the romantic kind I've always fantasized about. I've had more than my share of school boy Valentines, but this is different. I wonder what it's like to receive a dozen pink roses, with a box of those little candy hearts that say, "Be Mine" or "Cutie Pie" passionately presented; the man of my dreams caressing me, holding me close, adoring me...Mmmmmmmmm...thinking about it makes me swoon. I treasure romance.