the water was so warm and inviting. she gathered me into her arms, and we began a journey like no other. i felt the water sensually flow around me, caressing my body like a seasoned lover. i relaxed into each sensation, and felt like a baby safe in utero. soon the songs of the dolphins enraptured my heart, lulling me into the depths of "all that is." oh how glorious the beings were that surrounded me. i was home. the divine held me gently captive, encouraging me to remember "who" i am. i understand now. i am "all that is."

she's my sister, even though we don't share the same parentage. she's heard me fart like a tuba. she knows i sleep naked. she knows i'm stubborn and bossy. she knows i like to tan nude. she knows i am well skilled at fellatio. if i ask her a million, zillion times, "do you think he misses me?!!!!" or "do you think he'll call?!!!!!" she will always say, "yes." i love to make her laugh. if there is anything weird and magickal in the world, we have experienced it together. i love her, and she loves me. she's THE bestest.

i saw her image reflected in the restaurant windows. "he" was by her side. Oh how happy they looked together! she told me the year was 2015. she told me it was important to tell my sister everyday how much i love her. he told me not to "give up on me." then he made me laugh, like he always does. he told me how much he loves me. i watched as they loved one another unabashedly. i asked them questions about the future. some of the answers made me rejoice, some made me sad. they are very happy together.

"do you think he misses me?" "yes." "do you think he'll call?" "yes." "do you think he misses me?" "yes." "do you think he'll call?" "yes." "do you think he misses me?" "yes." "do you think he'll call?" "yes." "do you think he misses me?" "yes." "do you think he'll call?" "yes." "do you think he misses me?" "yes." "do you think he'll call?" "yes." "do you think he misses me?" "yes." "do you think he'll call?" "yes." "do you think he misses me?" "yes." "do you think he'll call?" "yes." "i love him." "yes." "do you think he'll call?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

i could have stayed in my comfy bed and caught up on my sleep, but "noooooooooooooo" i couldn't miss seeing you. i could have cleaned my whole entire house, gone grocery shopping, masturbated, but "nooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" i couldn't miss seeing you. i could have eaten a great breakfast and watched cartoons, but "noooooooooooooooo" i couldn't miss seeing you. and so in anticipation of seeing you, my day was so much brighter. listeneth, you can heareth the birds singingeth, "caaa caaaa caaaaa"...foresooth i heareth footsteps approaching, Is it thou? "Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." so...when all is said and done, i missed seeing you.

"Show us your toes Marty..." We took one look at his toes and could see he needed to loosen up, so we focused on the task of massaging his feet. "God your hands feel so good..." he kept moaning... It's always delightful to see a man in ecstasy! When we finished, he looked like he had experienced the best sex of his life. The good news is his toes looked like they were dancing. His entire energy had risen, and the smile on his face spoke volumes. That's right buddy, you were massaged by a Goddess...Now go home....NEXT!

My name is Quanita. I am a romance-aholic. The minute I saw him, he took my breath away, and every moment since then, he continues to do so. I love him. I just love him. I can't deny it. I can't fight it. I love him. I don't want anyone else but him. He's THE bestest, most specialist one. I can't imagine my life without him in it. He's my best friend. And I think he loves me too. I think he's afraid to love me sometimes, but imagine the possibilities if he would overcome that fear................................I do.

I went to bed early last night. Sometimes life gets so fucked up, the only thing to do is lay down, so that's what I did. I got in bed, closed my eyes, and cried. I keep telling myself, "Be brave" I have to be brave. I have to believe that everything IS okay. I have to trust, otherwise the void will swallow me up...and I can never allow that to happen again...ever. In his arms, there is no void, so I imagined he was lovingly holding me next to his heart, and I smiled and fell asleep.

I have a secret admirer, who is sending me precious gifts in the mail. Today's gift brought tears to my eyes, and joy to my heart. It's arrival was perfectly timed. Who is it I wonder? "Is it you?" I asked my sister..."Not I dear sister." she said. Hmmmm...so who could it be?! I know it's not My Twinkie. I know it's not my kids... Hmmmm...curiouser and curiouser. And it's DEFINATELY not my ex - "Son of a Dumb Ass Faschist" that he is. Whoever it is has truly touched my heart...and made me smile... THANK YOU!

Dear Schimmy Schmoo, I love you. I loved playing with you. Thank you for sharing your toy with me. I enjoyed the creme. Thank you for massaging my breasts. I wish you could have played in the treehouse a little while longer. Even though I am good at playing by myself, it's so much more pleasurable when you're around. I'm going to sneak into your bedroom tonight. I'm going to crawl under the sheets, and have my way with you....ALL NIGHT LONG.... You'll wake up a new man......and crave for more... I'll give it to you big boy...

I stood in the shower enjoying the sensation of the warm water washing my body clean. My thoughts drifted to the last time we 'd shared with one another. It as if I could feel his hands caressing my flesh. I visualized I was snuggling into his embrace. Then my heart filled with so much emotion that I began to yearn for him. The yearning came from the depths of my soul. I am his. He is mine. I can't bear being apart from him. I need him so. How did this happen? How did I fall so deeply in love?

Pay attention...this is very important... It's my turn now... I've waited patiently. I've worked hard. Pleasure me now. It's my turn now... I've waited patiently. I've worked hard. Pleasure me now. It's my turn now... I've waited patiently. I've worked hard. Pleasure me now. It's my turn now... I've waited patiently. I've worked hard. Pleasure me now. It's my turn now... I've waited patiently. I've worked hard. Pleasure me now. It's my turn now... I've waited patiently. I've worked hard. Pleasure me now. It's my turn now... I've waited patiently. I've worked hard. Pleasure me now. No more excuses.

I came back different. I can no longer overlook, dismiss, or pacify my feelings, nor can I allow anyone else to do so. What hurts, hurts. I choose not to be in denial. I choose to speak my truth. In speaking my truth, I AM "aware." I am experiencing a combination of justified sadness and anger. So how will I process these emotions for my highest good? I will examine them, feel them, and then I will release them, for they only serve to make me "aware." And I am "aware." I walk in the awareness of "all that is."

Beloved, I AM the "one." I AM the one you have been searching for. I AM the one who has stood by your side since the beginning of time. I AM the one who knows exactly what to do to resurrect your penis, and pleasure you to unbelievable, sustained, climaxes. I AM the one who watches over you. I AM the one who enjoys every moment we share together. I AM the one, who's madly, deeply, in love with you. I AM the one who yearns for you to hold me tight. I AM the one you asked the Universe for.

He stood at the spiraling staircase, naked except for the feathered mask surrounding his eyes. Lovingly extending his hand to mine, he led me up the stairs slowly, stopping every once in a while, to adorn me with his sensual caresses. His kisses started gently upon my mouth, and hungrily moved downward to my breasts, torso, and between my sweet, pink, folds of flesh. He made passionate love to me three times. The last time thrusting and grinding his penis so deeply inside me, that as we climaxed, our pleasured souls became one, exploding into a billion points of lights.

"Have you ever masturbated at the tanning booth?" she asked me. "No, I've never even thought of that." I replied. "Have you?" I asked. "Many times." My mind started wandering..."Oh my gosh! If a girl does it, that's one thing, but if I guy masturbates in a tanning booth, wouldn't that be like fried egg whites all over?" To which she replied, "Why do you think they wipe the booths down afterwards?!" YIKES!!!!!!! THIS EXPLAINS WHY SOMETIMES IT SMELLS LIKE BLEACH IN THERE! For now on I'm stepping away from the unidentified, white, suntan lotion stuck to the floor!

The phones never stops ringing, unless I shut them off. There is always an emergency, a need, a want, a desire. The last few days have been about everyone else's needs, not mine. Even when I finally lay my head down to rest, a new list is forming. I want to call him up and say, "Come away with me...Let's escape into the treehouse and play." but there are other things in his life that take priority and precedence. Do you see the pattern for me? I make everyone else a priority, but often, I'm last on the list.

I'm thinking about you right now. The words you shared with me this morning touched my heart and soul. I know what you said came from "the heart of all that is." Our time together is so precious. We have so much to experience, enjoy, explore. If I told you a million, zillion, times how much I love you, it wouldn't begin to express the depth of my love. We don't have time to waste on "stuff" that doesn't matter. I want to love you, fully, completely, with no complications or hindrances. I love loving you. You love it too.

Oklahoma - early 1900's...Marilyn looked at me with intense curiosity. "Have you ever seen a man's penis?" she asked blushing. "Oh yes!" I replied. "Did you touch it?!" she giggled. "Oh yes!" I said. She leaned forward totally enraptured as I shared intimate details of my personal experiences, from this lifetime with her. Years later, Marilyn was an "emancipated" woman, who enjoyed many lovers, which was considered very scandalous in that time period, although she was the toast of the town. People and suitors flocked to her like gravy on mash potatoes, because she was not afraid to "touch it."

The void beckons. I hear it's call. It's the nothingness. It tries to creep back into my life, but I have to be brave. I promised him, I wouldn't go there anymore, but that doesn't stop the tears. It doesn't stop the pain, or the yearning. I miss My Thomas. I miss My Dad. I miss My Grandma. I miss him. The missing is the hardest part. Focus on the happy things, or the void will take over. I'll close my eyes and imagine he is holding me close till this passes...Make me laugh Twinks. Make me laugh....Please.

Pose for me. Let me sketch your manhood as I see it, rising in excitement, bulging through your shorts. I don't want to miss any of the details. Perhaps I need a close up. Take it all off. You wouldn't say no to a six finger hand job would you? Even better, I'll paint your cock with my tongue, using a variety of brushstrokes. Thrust and slide into my mouth, mixing the palate of slick saliva and cum. Oh look! We have an audience who appreciates beautiful artwork. You aren't afraid are you? Let them see my greatest masterpiece, YOU.

Sepulcher of passion. In the silence is the "knowing." Indecision is our greatest foe. I've made my decision. I make it every time I take you fully into my mouth. So now as I lick my lips of your sweet saltiness, will you do the same for me, or shall I remain entombed? I need you. Release me from the carcass of the past. Bring me back to life, as I have you. The autopsy is finished. We know the cause of death. I am ready to resurrect. It's time. Light the altar My Beloved... I've waited far too long.

My babies are all grown up now. I look at them and smile inside. They deserve every good thing in life. You know, they never complained, even though I knew there were things they wanted that their friends had, but we made due. Oh how they can make me laugh!!! There's never a boring moment when they're around. They've such colorful personalities! I think I'm THE luckiest Mom in the universe, because I have THE bestest kids. They taught me patience and how to love unconditionally. Soon they'll be starting their own families. I'm looking forward to being a Grandmama.

:::Singing::: "I want to be loved by you, by you, and nobody else but you. I want to be loved by you aloneeeeeeeee...boop, oop, a, doop. I want to be held by you, by you and nobody else but you. I want to be held by you aloneeeeeeeeeee...boop, oop, a, doop. I want to be kissed by you, by you, and nobody else but you. I want to be kissed by you aloneeeeeeeeeee...boop, oop, a, doop." That's not too much to ask now, is it? And if you are really nice, I'll show you my cha cha...

"Who is this?!" she screeched into the phone. Obviously "somebody" was having a moment; it wasn't moi. One thing's for sure, there's a lot of hurt and anger in her voice. You know what? I'm not the cause of her hurt or anger, and rude is RUDE. So here's the deal people, if you're cranky, tired, late, or whatever, don't answer the phone, because the next time you talk to me like that, I'LL TELL YOU WHO I AM, so there won't be ANY questions in the future. In other words, "GO FUCK YOURSELF." Thank you. Have a nice day.

I'm having a "blasphemous" moment, so here goes: Who "really" said God is a man? Probably some man. That wasn't a snake in the Garden of Eden, it was Adam's penis. And that wasn't no apple, 'twas Eve's tit. Did it really rain forty days and forty nights? Or did Noah get frisky and his wife said, "NO." Think about it. Want to know why Lot's wife really turned around? Because Lot left the directions at home. Dumb ass man. That wasn't Samson's hair that Delilah cut off, 'cause you and I both know where most men think their power is.

Well hello police officer. I'm ready to be frisked. The way you're tapping your baton against your palm, seems to me you're ready too. Well hello mr. fireman. Hose me down, 'cause I think I'm on fire. Well hello pizza delivery man. You didn't forget to bring your Italian Sausage with that pizza, did you? Well hello doctor. Watch where you are inserting that tongue depressor. Well hello Krispy Kreme boy. Powder my donuts, while they're hot. Well hello Mr. Heating & Air Guy. Let me check your thermostat. Well hello Teacher. I'm about to go algebra on your geometry.

"I regretfully decline..."

Amazing how a couple of words can echo in one's mind over and over again. No one EVER has to tell me those words twice. I got it the first time... Whether intentional or not, today, they stuck like a dagger in my gut, inflicting my soul with deep sadness. I drowned my sorrows in diet coke, chicken wings, and cheese. Then went to Pier One to buy some decadent candles, which is where Mark introduced himself. We became instant friends. He asked for my phone number; it would've been rude of me to "regretfully decline..." yes?

"I'll miss you so much My Thomas." I said softly. "Baby, we'll see each other again. It's a self fulfilling prophecy. Yer my bestest friend. I love you." he replied. His breathing was labored, every precious word brought him closer to the other side. "Don't leave me My Thomas." I cried...then I thought how selfish that was of me; of course he didn't want to leave me. "Let's go to sleep now baby." he said. "Close your eyes My Thomas, imagine I'm laying next to you, holding your hand...." "There's no more pain baby..." he whispered, "I love you..............................................................................."

There's no time to waste. We never know when it'll be our time to "go." I want to feel so loved my heart shines and is full. I want to "know" love. Do you understand what I'm saying? I want to bask in it, enjoy it, celebrate it. I don't want to be hidden, or inhibitioned, or limited in love. I don't want to be alone. I love the snuggling; touching; and pampering. When I'm with him, I feel whole. I want to "be" and share with him. I don't want anyone else. I want him. I love him totally.

I saw the movie, "The Village" today. I went with my friend Raine, who was hoping the movie was "wet your pants" scary. It wasn't. The woman who plays the blind girl should be nominated for an Academy Award. There's one scene where she held the hand of her Beloved; it was so tender and loving. My Twinkie's THE best hand holder, but then again, he's THE bestest one. That's us up there on the screen. I would've done the same for him....I would've...I would have faced the Monsters...because he is my HOPE, and I AM his.