I blew out the pillar candle. It lit back up. "Maybe I didn't blow hard enough." I said to myself. I blew out the candle. It lit back up. "Dad? Is that you?" I whispered. I blew out the candle. It lit back up. Laughing, I blew out the candle. My Dad was wishing me "Happy Birthday" from the other side! He never forgot my birthday. I told him my birthday wish had come true. I told him about My Beloved, and how much I love him. Then I told him I loved him. And the candle lit back up!!!

I watched in awe as the dark haired baby's head crowned, as it began to emerged from the womb. "PUSH!!!" was all I could hear. "You can do this..." I whispered in her ear, my heart willing the strength to push....................... That's when he pulled me out of the trance. I was dazed for a moment, seeing the sun glistening through the trees, then I saw his handsome face and smiled. I noticed his focus was on my chest, so I looked down. Gasping, I realized my dress was unbuttoned, exposing my breasts, and his warm hands were massaging them......................

"Why are your hands on my breasts when I am in a trance?!!!" I asked in shock. "I was making love to an interdimensional being!" he responded. (I had to think about that one for a moment...) I looked around to see if anyone was watching. He carefully helped me button my dress. "Don't worry, no one can see." he said. "So I guess they can't see if I slide my hand under your shorts then, can they?!" I responded impishly, playfully teasing his penis. GOD/ESS I LOVE WHEN THAT MAN GASPS! I wanted to fuck him right then and there.

God/ess Bless "Angel" the stripper, that wasn't a wing he was flapping.
God/ess Bless being smacked on the ass and loving it.
God/ess Bless Maui smoked apples and surfing ten SUV.
God/ess Bless the Bra Flies and "freeing our people", Hooter's will never be the same.
God/ess Bless fine wine, and toasts to me.
God/ess Bless great friends, who KNOW what I like.
God/ess Bless comparing nipples with your friends, and feeling comfortable.
God/ess Bless Superman.
God/ess Bless being A L I V E.
(You are right Beloved, I didn't start living until I was 43.)
We are A L I V E.
God/ess BLESS US & F R E E D O M.

I kissed the sleeping infant gently on the forehead, slowly disengaging his cherub mouth from breast feeding. "It's time sister." Patti said, smiling. My heart filled with joy and happiness. I handed her the baby, straightened out my dress, and walked through the door. He was waiting for me there. He looked so handsome and happy. It was beautiful. We were surrounded by loving friends and family. Afterwards we ducked away and snuck into one of the bedrooms. He opened his tuxedo fly, and I pleasured him right then and there.... I believe it was a divine vision of possibilities.

Pat was anxiously awaiting his appointment with me. He's 6'2; incredible body, with coal black hair, and beautiful azure blue Irish eyes, rimmed with long dark eyelashes. His lips are full, and he knows how to work that sensuous mouth. He's the owner of a prestigious Marketing Firm. "I knew you'd come back." I smilingly said to him. "You did?!" he smiled back. "Yup. You came back because you like me." I teased. He blushed, nodding his handsome head. "You changed my life." he said, "I feel like we made a connection... I could hardly wait to see you again..."

"S U R P R I S E!!!" they yelled as I walked into the living room. Oh how glorious to look into those loving faces!!!!!!!!! The room was decorated in my favorite colors, pink and purple. There were lots of balloons and streamers. The Goddess Barbie Cake was unbelievable! The gifts were wonderful! The food was excellent! The karaoke singing was so much fun! My toenails looked fabulous! The hugs were healing! The conversations were hysterically funny!!! It was one of THE most happiest days of my life!!! I felt so very loved!

There was only one thing missing...

But one day it won't be.

The guy in the red truck likes watching, so do you. Neat trick, tilting the passenger visor mirror just so, allowing you a close up view of my full lips wrapped around your massive erection, sucking, licking, teasing... What you saw was impressive yes?! Congratulations, you were the shooting star - pun intended. I do it because I love you. I do it because I want to be with you. I do it because I love to pleasure you. I'm glad you tell me everything. Please hear me now Beloved, it's my turn to be pleasured fully...

Quiet on the set...ACTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I could be a better friend to the wonderful individuals who are in my life. There are many demands for my attention, and my friends who give me strength and support only get half the attention they deserve from me. I forget important things, even if they're written in my calendar. I don't remember birthdays. I don't always return phone calls. I think I'm falling apart. I've got this darn pneumonia that's sticking to me like glue. I feel weak, vulnerable, spread thin. I need My Twinkie to hold me. I love when he hugs me. I need you Twinks.

I held you in my arms tonight, becoming one with all you are feeling and experiencing. No one can be more disappointed in you, than you are in yourself. You choose what brings immediate pleasure, yet the detrimental effects are long term. There's a test here for you Beloved Avatar. You will not fail, even though you feel you already have. In your weakness you'll find strength. I AM SO PROUD OF YOU. You ask, "Why?" Because you're defining what measure of being you are. Hold my hand, as I hold yours, we'll get through this. We all ready are.

He didn't know I was secretly watching him, as he sat at the computer, surfing through porn sites. Image after provocative image flashed in front of him, teasing and titillating his libido. I watched as his hand slipped between his legs, stroking his handsome, throbbing, cock. There's something about watching him jack off, that I find very arousing. I felt myself yearning to feel him inside of me. I wanted to feel his hot explosion of cum seeping down my thighs, but I finger fucked my self instead, climaxing precisely as his jiz splattered the sexy images on the monitor.

The sound of the erotic drumming enchanted me immediately. In the darkness of the night, with the stars sparkling overhead, a God appears. His bare chest is exposed by the light of the fire swinging in his hands. The dance was intoxicating. Each twirl mesmerizing and sensuous. He's a Master of Fire. His body moved suggestively, drawing the audience in with the passion of flame. The dance was familiar to me, one of several past lives. A time of ritual celebration honoring the act of uninhibited sensual expression and love. One day they'll dance in honor of my greatest love.

"Oh My God! Is that you?" the pretty young lady exclaimed. "Yup, it's me." I said nonchalantly. "YOU DON' T LOOK THE SAME! You look different! Prettier! Happier! You're glowing!" she said, eyes wide open in shock. "I AM." I said. Later that night, my sister helped me see a great epiphany. "I think it's because of Christopher. Years ago, you were with Mick...and you weren't happy. Now you have Christopher, and you are happy. Even I see a great difference." They're right. Mick dimmed my light. My Christopher turned it back on. It's the difference between darkness and light.

"Ernie loved that blow job technique you showed me. Teach me more..." May asked enthusiastically. "Try warm breath." I replied. "You mean blow on him? It doesn't work on him." she pouted. "Let me see your thumb May." I responded. She stuck it out. I surrounded her thumb with my lips without touching her skin; slowly blowing warm air and heart energy all the way down. As I came up I sensuously sucked while licking lightly. I was in no hurry. Upon completion, she spontaneously climaxed. Smiling she coyly spread her legs..."What would happen if you did that here.........................."

You're right. I knew the minute I saw you. You took my breath away; like someone slapping my soul awake. The truth is, we woke each other up. You are My Beloved, my best friend, my confidante, my champion, my lover, my partner, my hope, my strength, my joy...My Twinkie. Time and space cannot separate us. If we know, what we know "now," then imagine what it will be like to know, what we know, "then." I KNOW I love you. My ruby red, luscious, velvet, lips show you how much. Tonight I hold you lovingly in my arms.....

Tattered Goddess, the eyes of yearning are upon you. Speak to silhouettes of spirits through the language of symbols and charades. Reveal the undisclosed truths of passion and desire. Yet they do not know the flesh of crispy, massacred, fowls sustains you, brings you back to this space and time. Dance with the warm raine, splashing in the depthless puddles of humanity's reality. Your chariot of fire overcomes all obstacles, returning you safely to your sacred abode. Strip yourself of all worldly attire, basking in your abundant flesh. In the silence dream time you'll find comfort in his eternal arms.

He threatened her, calling her a dirty, filthy, rotten, bitch. NO MAN talks to my daughter like that, especially one who goes to the titty bars five times a month. The lioness in me rose up. "You are now dealing with the Queen Bitch of all Bitches!!!" I said defiantly. Mockingly he said, "What you going to do?! Put a voodoo curse on me?!" (Spoken like a true dumb ass.) Raising my arms to the sky I yelled, "DON'T...FUCK...WITH...ME!" Lightning struck the ground next to him, rain began to pour in torrents. His eyes widened in fear.

He comforted "The Comforter." Because of this, countless hearts have healed. Does he know how precious he is to me? He knew exactly what to say to strengthen my weakened will. When the little girl in me was afraid, feeling all alone, and sobbing, he gallantly came to my rescue. His voice became my life line. I didn't want him to stop talking, and he didn't. Just hearing him laugh shifted my attention enough to help me snap back to my soul purpose. He has cared enough to stay by my side. He comforts me. He loves me.

Thank you.

She was beautiful; she was me. Tiny, yet feared by the town's people. She had long, black hair, and porcelain skin. Her wrists and ankles were shackled. They led her down into the filth of dungeons. She refused to look her tormentors in the eyes, which infuriated them. They shoved her down on her knees, ripped her clothing from her body. They examined her brutally looking for the marks of the devil. When they could find nothing on her flawless skin, they splayed her out on a rack, and took sick pleasure in shoving instruments of God into her womb.

"What kind of cowards kill old women and infants for power?" I seethed. The bodies of innocent victims laid massacred all around me. They sacrificed their precious lives to protect the location of the Seeress. My heart reeled and flooded with grief. The people of the village approached in honored reverence, gathering my tears. "You are our hope." they said, one after another, placing offerings before me, adoringly kissing my hands and feet. My mind reeled from the responsibility. How could they call me their "hope," when all around me death laid it's toxic cards. "Gather the bodies." I quietly commanded.

"Let's take a walk..." he suggested, extending his hand to mine. Relishing the gestures of intimacy, we happily walked across the meadow, into a lightly wooded area. As soon as we got to a space where we'd be undisturbed, he unzipped his pants, and led his incredible cock into my eager mouth. I loved basting his penis with my tongue; sucking, tapping, and stroking it to majesty. When he began to tremble from the ecstasy, I knew there was no turning back. His ROAR shook all the squirrels out of the trees. He is My King. I AM his queen.

Subject: Porno magazines/Reality Check. Points of reference: A young lady exposing her derriere with no rectum, because it had been air brushed out. A man with no balls. I kid you not. Either his balls got sucked in, or the man's nutless. Mind you, this didn't compromise his girth. Listen up, a woman having great sex is NOT going to have any perfect make-up left on. Her lipstick will be smudged. She'll be looking like a raccoon fest. 89% of those women have boob jobs, AND a woman's bush isn't supposed to look like Hitler's mustache. Conclusion: I'm real.

He gave me THE most sweetest, romantic, gift today. Girlfriends, let me tell you, that man's presentation skills "melt my butter." When he smiled that mischievous, little boy smile, as he pulled the gift from behind his back, I was beyond delighted! He gave me a perfect package of Twinkies!!! My Twinkie gave me Twinkies!!! :::Giggling::: It's THE most romantic gift I've ever received! Every time I look at them, my heart sings. I think that's because they are magick Twinkies. Tonight, I'm placing them reverently on the sacred Twinkie altar. I love My Twinkie. He is THE bestest one.

Oh sweet, blissful release, thrust deep inside of me, stroking my soul awake. If this be not heaven, then I am lost, for no man has access to the pleasures I shared with you today. Tomorrow will you remember my tears of love mingled with passion? How can I sleep without you by my side tonight? I long for you even now. When we became one, I whispered, "Don't go." I can't feel guilty for loving you. I will not deny my heart this opulent fullness. I will bask in it's splendor. The Altar is lit. The immortal flame inextinguishable.

Placing the tip of the sword suggestively against this chest, I trailed it slowly down to his groin area. "This reminds me of the past life when I forced you to give me an orgasm." I said seductively. He likes being tortured with pleasure. I worked him to the raptures of blissful orgasm, then teasingly pulled away, leaving him erect and throbbing. When he politely begged, "Please Goddess may I cum." I allowed him to slip his penis into my mouth. He came so gloriously hard, involuntarily thrusting his balls into my mouth. Smiling triumphantly, I lavishly licked him clean.

Do you think I am naughty? Truth be known, I'm in love. If one cannot fully enjoy sensual pleasures with their Beloved, then who? Seeing me, you might think me an opulent angel, bringing healing wisdom and hope into people's lives; but that does not mean I'm celibate. Even now, I am thinking of our last meeting with one another, and the intense pleasures we explored. Indeed, he's THE most delicious man. I love him. I adore his penis. This is why I pleasure him as I do. He is my heaven. He is my hope, and I am his.

It was THE most happiest birthday of my life. Looking through the photographs made me smile. I was surrounded by loving friends and family, who were honoring "me," but it is I who am truly honored by their presence in my life. They are everything that is wonderful about life. Their laughter, their honesty, their "being," is "all that is." The photos captured tidbits of the moment. My heart embraced and savored all of it. There is a domino effect occurring in my life. Love begets love. Every moment share with them is to be treasured. They are my angels.

We sat on the pink blanket, under the canopy of trees. I seductively lifted my breasts from underneath my clothing, inviting him to suckle. The sensation of his full mouth gently caressing and teasing my nipples, caused my clitoris to swell and twitch. "Look what sucking your breasts does to me." he said standing over me and showing me his hard, glistening, cock. Smiling, I traced his thick shaft with my fingertips, easing his penis between my eager lips. The world around us ceased to exist, and we were carried through multiple dimensions of pleasure. Passion roared, our hearts merged.

The magickal pathway to my sister's house glitters in the moonlight. It's lined with roses, vines, and many exotic varieties of foliage. When I walk the path, I'm greeted by the faerie realm. They dance and flutter all around me, inquiring of my adventures, and sharing theirs. It'd be impolite not to acknowledge their presence, for they are guardians of the path.

Upon entry to my sister's house, I'm immediately bathed in the warmth of love. Candlelight flickers in honor of the Ancient Ones. Here I AM safe. Here there is laughter and growth; BUT watch out for the "Woo."

I'm not a convenience.
I'm not your fear.
I'm not a "complication."
I'm not in your life to cause you or anyone you love pain.
I'm not inhibited.
I'm not a mistake.
I'm not conventional.
I'm not a liar.
I have NOTHING to hide.
I'm not accountable to anyone but myself.
I take responsibility for my actions, choices, desires, pleasures.
I don't have to answer to ANYONE.
I won't feel guilty for loving you or anyone else.
I choose truth.
The truth is I love you.
Whatever develops from our love is divine.
I'm sad you would possibly think otherwise.