"Forgive me Beloved." he said, extending his hand to hers. Knowing he was speaking his last words, she reached for his hand, holding it tightly. "I love you Christopher." she said. "Don't worry, we'll be back." her sister chided. The men with the lit torches approached the platform. "Now!!!" she yelled. In unison they swallowed the foxglove. The flames swelled beneath them. He never took his eyes off of hers. She looked only into his. The horrified crowd roared with anger at the injustice they were witnessing, "THEY WERE INNOCENT!!! THEY'RE IN LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Men on horses beat the defiant bystanders.

In the dream I'm sitting at Hooter's Restaurant eating chicken wings. Oh they tasted so delicious! The funny thing is I knew it was a dream, which meant "no calories," so I enjoyed every morsel. Around me arrogant, lewd, men were pointing at women, comparing them one to another. What I found strange was none of them were satisfied. No matter how beautiful the woman was, they kept picking out flaws. Eventually they started pointing at me. I waved a chicken wing at them and kept eating. Everything went quiet. Then my cell phone rang and I woke up...hungry.

Each of our lives are precious to the divine. Through our choices, we decide how we will honor life and "living." This week, I made a choice. Believe me, I was optimistic about my choice! But as the consequences and effects of my choice began to effect not only me, but those around me in a detrimental way, I had to admit to myself I had made the wrong choice. The good news is, I learned a very important lesson; one I do not intend on repeating - EVER - in this lifetime. The lesson was, "Don't mess with God/ess's creation/perfection."

What if I'm someone you know?!!! I could be your neighbor; your co-worker; your children's PTA President. Wouldn't that be SCANDALOUS?!!! What would the neighbors think about me then?!!!! I can hear them whispering now, "SHE swallows!!!!" etc...etc...etc... Look around you people, pay attention!!! Corporations make BIG money being sexually "suggestive." Why do you think BIG GULPS are so popular? How many of those have you sucked down? Think about it. Words stimulate. If we were a sexless nation, how'd you get here? You didn't come out of a ZIPlock bag. Guess what?! I AM someone you know.

To be a Goddess, one must be FABULOUS. A true Goddess is never wimpy, so if it sparkles, shines, and is sexy, it is befitting a Goddess. When she walks into a space, the whole room brightens, and people gather just to be in her magnificent presence. Goddesses are very beautiful and charming, but whatever you do, DON'T PISS A GODDESS OFF! Why? Because a pissed off Goddess will send a fire bolt up your ass! Never lie to a Goddess. She's knows the truth even before you open your mouth. Adore the Goddess. Bring her offerings of love often.

Your value isn't the amount of money you make; the cars you drive; the house you live in; the money you have in the bank; or the clothes you wear. Pay attention. I believe in you. I believe in who you are. I believe you can achieve anything your heart truly desires. Your value to me is priceless. You're irreplaceable. No one could ever fill the place I have in my heart for you. When anxiety hits, because of all the pressures and responsibilities of life, remember these words: "We'll survive, because we have each other."

I love you.

I woke up suddenly from a wonderful slumber to see "it" hanging over my bed. I put on my glasses just to be sure I wasn't hallucinating. Sure enough, there "it" was. I stared at "it" for a long time, thinking that if perhaps I closed my eyes "it" would disappear. "It" didn't, darn "it"! My mind began to race. If "it" was there, then that meant there were more throughout the house. "It" was a silent invasion. I thought of my plan of attack.

Grabbing my broom, I beat the shit out of that cobweb, and all "it's" friends.

Welcome to my insanity. I live in a world different than yours. I see through ageless eyes of whimsy. I see what you miss. I taste what you long to savor. I put my make-up on in my car, because the lighting is so much better there for plucking my eyebrows, and various stray hairs. I absentmindedly throw my cell phone in the trash daily, which could be a HUGE Freudian slip. I sleep with my feet above the covers. I like mayonnaise, ketchup, and tomatoes on my hot dogs. NO PICKLES PLEASE. I'm horny and want to fuck you.

I was taking a shower and I heard an unusual noise downstairs. I opened the door to listen, and the noise stopped. I yelled, "Is anyone home?" A undisclosed hand grabbed me from behind saying, "Don't move." In the darkness his body pressed against mine. "Bend over, I'm going to fuck you bitch." he whispered seductively. He teasingly traced his engorged, throbbing, cock outside my wet, pouting, pink, pussy, thrusting in ever so slowly, making me moan with anticipation. Grabbing hold of my ample breasts he took control, squeezing and pinching my nipples. "Fuck me Superman, FUCK ME."

He did.

So I walk into the Starbucks to buy some gum. The guy behind the counter stares at me in astonishment. "What are you going to do with four packs of gum?" he inquired. "I'm going to chew them. What do you usually do with four packs of gum?" I asked. Tongue tied, he raised his eyebrows at me and said, "It just seems unusual for someone to come in here and ONLY buy four packs of gum." I was about to say to him, "I'm going to put a voodoo curse on this gum and shove it up your ass."

Superman is dead. Dead I tell you!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh God/ess! Oh God/ess! Oh God/ess! :::Passes out:::

A moment of reverent silence please for Christopher Reeves..........

I shall never forget his majestic crystal palace. The way he lifted Lois Lane in his arms and flew through the air. The mighty "S" on his chest. His strength, his little boy smile, or the shock of hair that would fall seductively on his forehead.

Why, oh why, did I have to wake up to this news?!!! :::Dons sackcloth and ashes, and stands under the clear, blue, sky calling...::: I'LL ALWAYS LOVE YOU SUPERMAN, ALWAYS!!!!!!!!

My suitcase is vibrating. V I B R A T I N G. Because of all the bumps and jiggles, I think somehow my vibrator got turned on. Exhausted from the extra-curricular activities, I was too lazy to unzip the suitcase, and turn it off. The skycap looked at me quizzically, chuckling. I smiled mischeviously at him and said, "It'll be interesting to see who inspects my baggage." He shook his head grinning from ear to ear. "Come on, you know you want to look inside." I teased, handing him a generous tip. He lifted the bag unto the conveyor saying, "Young lady, you made my day!"

Once upon a time, there was an UGLY, MEAN, troll named Ick. He terrorized everyone he came in contact with. One day, he made the mistake of trying to mess with a Goddess. Now mind you, Goddess' are very patient, but he was like a pimple on the ass, very irritating. She warned him once. She warned him twice. And the third time she turned him into a little pimple on her ass, and she sat on him...and popped his head. The moral of the story is: UGLY, MEAN, trolls shouldn't be pains in the ass. The end. NEXT!!!!!!!

I'd never think of telling anyone, something I created out of love, and celebration of you, was for someone else. The thought of doing that gives me an icky feeling. I don't understand the logic behind saying something like that. Is it to save face? Is it to create the illusion of devotion? I believe it's a form of denial. I won't deny my love for anyone, especially you. All that I've shared with you, Beloved, is because I believe in you. I love you. I'd never be foolish and deny something so sacred. That'd be denying "All That Is.".

As I laid naked under the soft, egyptian, sheets, enjoying the sound of the rain gently falling, the doorbell rang. Wrapping a sheet around me, I ran down the stairs to see who it was. He stood there smiling with a dozen pink roses in his hands. "Miss me?" he asked coyly. My heart danced for joy, as I crushed the roses between us. How wonderful it felt to be held in his arms! "I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!!!" I whispered into his neck, inhaling his intoxicating scent. The throbbing bulge in his pants told me he'd missed me too....

I love days like today. It was the perfect Autumn day. The leaves are changing colors, and falling like magickal leaf fairies. I love the sound of crunching leaves under foot. The air is cool and has a comforting scent. This is snuggling weather. Summer flowers brave the changing temperatures It is time for glorious pumpkins, caramel apples, hay rides, and haunted houses. In no time the festivities of the holidays will be upon us. I am looking forward to enjoying and celebrating each and every moment with my loved ones. I am so grateful to be alive and happy.

You're wearing a costume?!!!" the drunken male said incredulously. "No, this is my regular attire." I responded back with dignity. "It's going to be one of those nights." I said to myself. I walked into the immaculate, pristine, home, filled with young housewives. The room went silent. All eyes were upon me. A woman asked "Where you born like this?" I wanted to laugh, but I held my professionalism. "Yes." I responded. At the end of the evening, when I had completed reading every individual in the room; amidst accolades and applause, I thought to myself, "This isn't a costume."

"Look at my liver. What do you see?" I saw dark mucous in the form of a children's slide; stagnant energy; and a dash of hope. "Bravo Seer. I have Hepatitis C. Am I dying?" I saw hope. Hope that manifests when one begins to heal within. "No," I said, "you aren't dying. For the first time in your life, you are alive. You are giving yourself permission to be happy, to be who you truly are, not what others expect you to be." Tears streamed from her eyes. Holding me close she whispered, "You are right. I AM alive."

Like a lioness in heat, I approached the swelling between his legs, circling it's perimeters with the roughness of my tongue. Moaning in anticipation, he spread his legs wider. Gripping his throbbing scepter, I tapped it tauntingly against my ample bosoms. "Please Goddess, make me cum." he groaned. I relished the pleasure of watching him squirm and tremble with ecstasy by my touch. "Not yet My King." I said, seductively licking my lips. I got on my knees, my sweet, thick, pussy, begging to be fucked. He mounted me, deliciously teasing me with each stroke.
GOD/ESS THAT MAN CAN FUCK!!!

I don't want you to rush this. Enjoy every sensation; each touch and caress; and the scent of our bodies mingling into one. Promise me we won't let anyone, or anything, come between us. If I were to be denied the warm of your arms around me, I'd wither away and die. Press your heart against mine; see how they beat as one? Look into my eyes. Can you not see how I've longed for you? I want you too explore me, as I have explored you. Let me make love with you slowly. Make me tremble... Make me roar...........

My, my, my....Look at you!!! You resemble an innocent, Catholic, boy in that attire.

So you've come into the woods to play with the naughty witch?! I wouldn't want to soil your pristine, white, shirt, so pull your pants down. I'm going to teach you a little lesson in fellatio. That's right...You like to submit to me, don't you. I know you do; your penis is standing at attention. You have such a sweet, sweet, penis. I like how your cheeks are blushing. Consider this confession... Moan and thrust your penance of pleasure down my silky throat.

Amen.

I heard you chuckling on the phone... You know darn well I don't want to hear about some chick exploring ANY of your cavities. Listen here Mr. Romantic, just remember what you've been flossing my mouth with. I got your examination right here buddy. Don't make me get DENTAL on you!!! You know how much I love and adore you, and you tease me to no end. Then you mock me and say, "Now this is when you pull out the "Kevin" card." Let me tell you something, that wasn't a card "Kevin" pulled out!!!

:::Pouting::: Just love me, please.

I like to suck and lick lollipops for you! No matter where your attention is, when I unwrap that lollipop, and stick it in my mouth, twirling it round and round, you become mesmerized. Remember when I did that on our road trip, and you groaned every time I would suck it hard? The next sound was you unzipping your pants and bringing that BIG BOY out to play. In the middle of rush hour traffic, I sucked and teased you with my fingers, till you were writhing in pleasure!!!

Perhaps it's time for us to enjoy some cookies and creme...............

The dreams replayed themselves over and over last night. People and environments who were red, black, and white. Empty and hollow people who followed man made rules, judged one another based on income and environments, and criticized those who weren't the same color as they. I walked into their shallow parties, with their stale martini's. How critical they were of me with all my colors mixing and flowing. What they failed to recognize is they were all exactly like each other, cold, shallow and lifeless. I searched for you Beloved. You are warmth, rainbows, happiness, life. You are my world.....

For those of you who are unable to give a woman an orgasm via oral sex, here's a hint, apply a little more pressure. Don't just focus on the clit. Don't you LOVE when your balls are cradled and sucked?! Get down there and explore!!! Touch, tease, caress, and stroke. For goodness sakes, LOOK at what you are doing! Watch her body language. If she's flaccid, and looking at her watch, this is a bad sign. But if she's trembling, moaning, seething, panting, spreading her creamy legs wider, and thrusting her self towards you, then buddy, you hit the jackpot!!!

So now you know. Welcome to my reality! Things aren't black and white anymore. You are now experiencing multi-dimensions, alternative realities, the "scientifically" unexplained, but you are LOVING it, aren't you? Because as crazy as it all seems, it makes sense. Did you even have a clue how important to "All That Is" you are? If you have any further questions on that matter, look into my eyes. I have loved you since the beginning of time. Always and in all ways we have stood together throughout time. The power we share between us is invincible; it is LOVE.

Welcome to the Temple of the Goddess... Light the candles of creation on the altar of love. Remove your clothing, and stand prepared to receive divine anointing. My caresses shall anoint you from the top of your head, to the tip of your toes, and back up again. I delight in watching you partake of the exquisite pleasures of the flesh I share with you. I worship you here and now, in front of all Gods and Goddesses. Unashamed to lick, taste, explore, probe, and stimulate your every orifice . Your back arches, your toes curl.......... An avatar roars... Cosmic climax.

Okay, I have a statement to make to all those dickless and lipless wonders out there who are constantly making fun of fat people. QUIT IT. Do you have any fucking clue how UGLY you are? I'm not just talking about your pitiful exterior, I'm talking about your rancid, putrid, soul. Do not for one second believe you are getting away with the mean, cruel, things you say. because every time you make fun of a fat person, you're defining your ignorance of the divine. As far as I am concerned, YOU ARE THE TERRORISTS, and a threat to humanity.

The eyes are windows into the soul. I enjoy looking through those windows. Oh the things I see! For example: I met this drop dead gorgeous man named Gary. Do you know what I saw in his eyes? I saw a predator. I saw a little boy crying out for attention. I saw sadness. I saw fascination.

Sometimes I look into my own eyes. I've decided I have very BIG eyes, and they twinkle. I believe they glow in the dark, at least that is what I am told.

I wonder what people see when they look into my eyes...

It was her only way to survive. It wasn't something she was proud of, but it was the difference between eating and starvation. The others judged her; called her a pig. It didn't matter one way or another to her what they said. They didn't know of the numbness growing in her womb. Which soldier did this one belong to? No matter, she'd take care of it, like she had the last one.

The barbed wire tore into her flesh. She wanted it gone. Deeper. Deeper. Warm rush of fluids, staining the dry ground. Smiling, she collasped backwards.

I'm free.

On Halloween night, the Great Pumpkin, comes out to visit all the good boys and girls.... Oh GREAT Pumpkin, WHY hast thou forsaken me?!!! Where the heck is my treat?!!! No candy corn; no Reese's Peanut Butter Cups; no Dum Dum's!!! :::Pouting::: Pumpky, wumpky, what's up with that?!!! Haven't I been a good girl ALL year long?!!! :::Batting eyelashes::: Okay, okay, I know I've been a little naughty, but I bet you haven't been innocent in the pumpkin patch. Oh yeah, I've seen those vines baby! So let's get back to my treat. Halloween candy is 75% off. Start shopping.