"Do you want me to find someone else to be My Twinkie? Because if that is what you want, tell me." I stated clearly. "No...No...No...No...No...No...No...!!!" he responded. Sometimes that man is a stupid dork, but I love him. I just love him. And although he's feeling very much alive, sometimes I feel neglected. This is not the time to drop the ball buddy. Did I drop your balls?!!!!!!!! NO!!! I am missing our quality time with one another. We had so much fun in the treehouse! Now we are l i m i t e d. Don't limit the infinite.

His mouth is incredible, so is mine. I love to watch his mouth articulate and caress each syllable with passion. His smile lights up my divine heart. His laughter is priceless. His twinkly eyes are magickal. He sees me as no other. His hands are loving and warm, filled with expression; to be touched by them is to experience exquisite sensuality. His heart beats in synch with mine, even when it skips a beat. His stature is of a majestic Master; but underneath it all he is a little boy. I proclaim and claim him as My Beloved, My Twinkie.

Romance:

I laid naked on the bed; a white sheet lightly covering me, adoringly watching his handsome silhouette, as he dressed in the darkness. The glow of his aura was amplified by our intimacy. It had shifted to a higher, happier, vibration. It always does. "I have to go now." he said. My heart whispered, "Please don't go...Stay with me...Let me love you more..." Vainly attempting to hold back the emotions, I asked him to lay on top of me and squash me. He didn't hesitate. Giggling he complied, making me laugh with delight, then caressing my heart.

The sensation of his thumb massaging my clitoris was so pleasurable, I swear to God/dess my eyes rolled back in my head! What he doesn't understand is that I can ride the incredible waves of pleasure for a long time, which eventually crests into a tidal wave of ecstasy. The problem is, I get so aroused, all I want to do is suck his dick, which means I don't hit that tidal wave. What he needs to do is exactly what I do to him, allow me to ride the waves, and take it all the way, till I purr...

The scent and pain of her searing flesh being branded made it difficult for her to remain conscious. She remembers being unshackled and thrown into a cell with a dirt and straw floor. She laid there motionless for days, burning with a fever and infection. When the priest entered the cell, he gasped at the naked, crumpled, angel laying motionless. Quickly lifting her into his arms, he brushed her soft tendrils from her face. His heart skipped when she opened her beautiful, brown, eyes. He lovingly carried her out of the prison, tears streaming down his face. Truth had spoken.

"You will be SILENCED!!!" the attacker said, lunging aggressively forward, aiming for her Beloved's heart. Time stood still as terror gripped her heart, "NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!" she screamed as she dove in-between them, the barbed blade plunging deep into her throat. Shocked silence and horror filled the attacker's face as he released the protruding dagger. "What have you done?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" her Beloved wailed, catching her in his arms. Blood saturated them both as he desperately pulled the dagger out, causing her flesh to tear.

As a remembrance in this lifetime, they both have a mole on their throats, precisely in the same location.

Once upon a time, a handsome, yet dorky, King, had a very sad, wittle, penis. The King searched far and wide for a beautiful, sexy, woman, to make his penis happy, but alas, his penis continued to weep. One day, he visited a very FABULOUS witch, who took one look at him and said, "I can fix that." The King foolishly scoffed at the witch and arrogantly told her he didn't find "fat" witches attractive. "Dumb ass." she thought, as she wrapped her luscious lips around his dick, causing it to smile with ecstasy, and grow over three times its size.

I studied his face closely, as he read to me by candlelight. Every once in a while he would look up and catch me staring, and smile.

Did he know I was adoring him?

When he rang the sacred bell so beautifully.

Did he know I was admiring him?

After incredible lovemaking, we laid in the bed, our arms playfully wrapped around one another. He begins to sing, "Om pah pah...Om pah pah..."

Did he know I was enjoying him?

And when he held me in his comforting arms and caressed me.

Did he know I was loving him?

"In your arms there is peace My King."

They held each other tightly, nothing else mattered in their secret world. Time was slipping away from both of them, but when they were together, time stood still, and pleasure sustained. Both of them functioned in the physical realm, in order to sustain and nurture their loved ones, but in reality, they sustained and nurtured each other. By all appearances, they are an eccentric couple, but those with the "knowing" celebrate their divine union. When their energies combine, the magick cannot be denied. It's the energy of LOVE. It's "all that is."

And so to the King's delight, his penis was perfect. He romped around the kingdom eager to display it's amazing girth and length, but alas, when he did, it would shrink back to the size of an earthworm. Angered he went back to the FABULOUS witch and DEMANDED she fix it. "The only way to fix it is LOVE." she responded. "What does LOVE have to do with fucking and enjoying breasts?" he retorted. The witch got down on her knees, lifted his tiny, limp, dick into her mouth, and lovingly caressed it...BOOM! His penis was HUGE and throbbing.

"Love?!!!" said the King arrogantly, "I don't LOVE you! Don't get me wrong...I LOVE what we share, but I'm not IN love with you." These words wounded the FABULOUS Witch's heart deeply, for she had fallen in love with the King from the first time she saw him. Her love for him was so great, she gave him some of her own vital life-force, so that the curse on his penis would lift. Turning her head away, so that he would not see her tears, she whispered, "But I AM in love you."

The heavens wept for 44 days...

Correction...

You didn't just enter my life on a boring day, you FILLED the void.

You didn't just "befriend" me, you LOVED me.

You didn't just hug me, you EMBRACED my soul.

You didn't just make me laugh, you filled my heart with JOY.

You didn't just hold my hand, you LIFTED my sorrows.

You didn't just talk with me, you COMMUNED with the divine.

We heal one another. It's not about the size; "station" in life; or "what other people think..." or understand. It's about a love so deep, we are inseparable.

We aren't just best friends...We're lovers.

And then there was silence.

The King realized life was boring without the FABULOUS witch's cackle and snort. He found himself spontaneously breaking out in laughter, when he remembered her bawdy rendition of riding his broomstick.

...and the silence became deafening...

"I miss her." the King wept, and wouldn't you know it, but he sprung a rather fierce scepter of a penis.

BONUS!!!

...and he heard the beating of his own heart..........

He could hardly wait to tell the Witch his "knowing..." but at her cottage he found a note attached to a Hooter's chicken wing, and a Diet Coke.

Christmas wouldn't be the same without Elvis! When I hear him sing, "Well it's Christmas time pretty babyyyyy...and Santa Claus is back in town......" I immediately click into "Christmas mode."

And you should see the handmade ornaments my children made for me when they were little...They are THE cutest ones! Their little hands worked really hard to make those for Mommy and Daddy.

I have my stocking hung already. It says, "So I've been NAUGHTY...SO WHAT?!!!" I mean it's not like it stops Santa from filling my stocking every year!

And yes, I BELIEVE in Santa Claus.

Long story short...

The King pulled out his mighty scepter of a penis. The head began to glow. Like a magnet it pulled him forward, zig zagging every once in a while, until it soared through the air, and propelled itself into the FABULOUS witch's mouth. She daintily pulled it out, brushing her full, pouty, lips over it, and said, "This isn't a lollipop! You must really miss me!" He gathered her into his arms and said...............

Do you know what happened at the end of the story?

They lived happily ever after, and updated the Kama Sutra.

The Beginning...

Well today's Goddess adventure was the quest for a Christmas Tree Topper. You see, the beautiful star, which has graced the top of our tree for years, lost it's illumination, so it was off to the mall I went. Let me tell you, there are slim pickings out there! I'm not into cheesy. I was looking for FABULOUS. I wanted a pretty angel, but it had to be "just" right. I found one that was almost "just right," except it was in pastel colors, and my decorations are rich and deep. :::Sighing::: I settled on a BEAUTIFUL, glittery, multi-colored, bow.

He LOVES my pleasuring him. Even at a distance, there's a distinct correlation between my sustaining his sexual pleasure and my own. The longer I ride the waves to orgasmic bliss, the longer he can sustain a majestic erection, experiencing continual waves of intense pleasure and sensation. When I masturbate, I lovingly focus on sending him all the sensations I am experiencing, from the center of my heart and through my pussy. I laugh, because he never fails to call me right when I am climaxing! So this is what I've learned: "The true power of Sex Magick is LOVE."

Tonight, my beautiful Godchild and I went on a special adventure together. It was a night filled with delight and enchantment!!! Seeing her face lit up with such joy, was priceless! Afterwards, when her parents came to pick her up, she didn't want to leave. I saw the tears welling up in her eyes, and the knot growing in her throat, so I promised her we'd have a very special sleep over very soon. She hugged me so tightly, as if she didn't want to let go. I knew she was as grateful for me, as I AM for her.

I realize the love I feel for him is so deep, the intensity of emotions literally knock me to my knees, and take my breath away. The gift of his presence in my life is priceless. I love him. I just love him. He's the love of my life. It's a love of such great power, at times I feel powerless. I can't imagine one second of my life without him in it. How does one convey in words, what the warmth of my heart and tears express upon my cheeks. I belong in his arms, and he in mine.

The package was wedged between the front door and screen door. It was from My Angel Michael! I eagerly opened the package. To my delight, I found several wonderfully scented candles, and a beautiful note that said: "You have given me the greatest gift of all, your friendship and love. I have never felt so blessed and lifted since I met you." His words touched my heart. Talk about divine timing! Everything that could have gone wrong this morning, did. In frustration I called out to God/dess to send me an angel. I guess God/dess delivers via snail mail sometimes!

What if I walk up to your front door and knock?! Would you answer? I think you would. I think you should. I think you could.

What if I told you to unzip your pants? Would you do it? Of course you would. Of course you should. Come out and play, don't put it away...

What if I sucked your cock and then kissed you full on the mouth? Would we exchange tongues? Wouldn't that be fun? Of course it would. If only I could... We really, really, should.

Enough of this! Enough of that!

Now where were we darling?!

ONE day, perhaps TWOmorrow, I'll circle the globe THREE times, seeking FOURtune and fame. I'll high FIVE all the great dignitaries. Did you know I have SIX fingers on one hand? SEVEN days a week I get a massage. Don't wake me up before EIGHT. I may have NINE lives, but I need my sleep. Sometimes there's just too much TENsion in life. Do people learn to relax by the ELEVENth hour? And what will you do the next TWELVE months to be happy? You don't have to be on the THIRTEENeth floor to know being loved is feeling LUCKY.

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She joyfully approached their tree house walking carefully in his footsteps imprinted in the snow. There was a warm glow emanating from within the sacred edifice. He greeted her with the bestest hug! Although a cold wind blew around them, the warmth they felt in each other arms was heavenly. "I missed you so much..." she whispered. "I missed you too!" he said. They cuddled next to one another, as she giggled at his many adventures. He had so much to tell her, and she found great pleasure just listening to him pontificate.

"Merry Christmas Twinkie. I love you the mostest!"

It'd been easy to allow the "missing you so much" tears to flow during the holiday season. It hit me hardest after My Beloved called and wished me "Merry Christmas." I don't think I've ever missed anyone so much in my life, then the phone that never stops ringing, rang. "Goddess, come over and eat Thai food with us!!!" I gave them a thousand reasons why I couldn't come over, hung up the phone, and then the dam broke. My tears threatened to flood the entire southside, so I called them back, accepted their invitation, and ordered Tofu Pad Thai.

It was the saddest thing, watching you drive by the house looking longingly through the windows. You were on the outside looking in. A part of me wanted to run out into the snow barefoot, tell you to come back, and join us, but then again, you had years to do that, and even then, you were not fully present. I thought of all the Christmas' I begged and borrowed to make Christmas special for the kids, and the price I had paid to see their faces lit up on Christmas morning, while you disappeared upstairs. You rejected us, remember?

"This can't be a dream, it feels too real..." I said as I caressed his longing penis. "You taste so sweet...This isn't a dream..." I convinced myself. Once again time stood still, because right at that point where I usually wake up right before "the GOOD part," I didn't. MY GOD THAT MAN CAN FUCK!!! We must have enjoyed every erotic intimacy known to humanity, and just when I thought we would explode into a billion points of light... Just when the lion began to roar... Dog gone it if I didn't wake up!!! I laid in bed smiling.

They're going to be happy you know - Marty and Mary. She absolutely adores him, and he is enchanted by her. I like the way their faces light up when they look at each other. They GLOW. It's very romantic. They're always holding hands or touching one another. I love it! This is THE happiest I've ever seen Mary! And Marty?! Well Marty is genuine. And can that man sing "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida"with his cowboy boots on! If he doesn't know it yet, he's the love of her life. I'm convinced, they are the happily ever after. AMEN.

Divine guidance is very clear, precise, but oftentimes we choose a contrary path. We color outside the lines, just because we can! Perhaps we don't want to move forward. Perhaps we like to suffer the same affliction over and over again, thinking that one day "something" will change. It takes tremendous strength to move forward. The universe shows us repeatedly what we need to "heal," but do we pay attention? Moving contrary to what we know "heals" us is a slow suicide. We make it difficult, they don't.

12/29 my heart listened to the divine and soared...

Happy Anniversary Twinkie!

I caught a glimpse of Twinkie 35 years in the future today. I'm touched and overwhelmed by what I saw. There he was, so handsome, sitting cross-legged on the patio, meditating. He could see me. I could see him. His heart energy gathered me close to him. "Don't go. Please don't go." he whispered holding my astral body tightly. Time once again stood still. How can I even begin to express the intimacies we shared? When he lovingly showed me the chair he always saves next to him for me, "because we're always together..." my heart burst into tears...

"How old are you?" I asked his future self. "I am almost 80." "Am I dead?" I asked him. Lowering his head, tears streaming down his face, he said, "You crossed over four months ago. It was so beautiful." "And today's our anniversary?" I inquired. He nodded "Yes." Quickly my finite mind began the calculations. (I cross over on or around September 29th, 2038.) "You and I practiced talking to each other with just our spirit minds for hours, for years. We defied linear time and space." he said excitedly, "This way we are never apart...There isn't a void."