I was a little girl.
I followed the "rules."
I was faithful and obedient.
Why?

I was a teenager.
I followed the trends.
I was a rebel and challenging.
Why?

I was a housewife.
I followed my husband.
I was June Cleaver and exhausted.
Why?

I was a Mommy.
I followed Dr. Spock.
I was fulfilled and mesmerized.
Why?

I was a bad girl. I broke the "rules."
I was unfaithful and disobedient.
Why?

I was a naughty girl.
I bent the "rules."
I was enchanting and riske.
Why not?

Pop Quiz at heaven.

Ditch the guilt.

LIVE LIFE NOW.

"You have the most beautiful eyes..." Terry told me, as she professionally applied make-up on me. "Your lips are great too..." she purred. After examining me critically she said, "Your eyes should be the focal point. They are beyond beautiful." Her hands expertly danced across my face. I closed my eyes thinking of all the famous people she had put make-up on: Lenny Kravitz, Elizabeth Taylor, Pamela Lee, Melanie Griffith, Al Gore... The list was incredible. "You are a star. I know one when I see one." she said, handing me the mirror. I gasped! Behold, the eyes of the Seer.

Maybe I've been replaced, that'd explain the gaps in communication. I get frustrated thinking about the precious time we could be enjoying together. Sitting across from Irving wasn't helping matters. Irving's deepest secret was revealed, tears streamed down his face. His wife is an abusive alcoholic. "You're right, I don't love her. I hate her. No one likes her." he stammered. "Why do you stay?" I asked politely. "Because of the kids." he whimpered. He's a multi-millionaire, and at ninety-two years old, he's still using that as an excuse. Heaven's forbid anyone should find out he has a secret love.

Suspicious are we?
Hmmmm...

Recognize the similarities do we?
Hmmmm...

Feeling like Sherlock Holmes my little tuna?

Of course you do.

Get the can opener out and lets "pop" the lid off this charade; or would that spoil the drama?!
It's a little like "Sex in the City" in 100words, wouldn't you agree?

Check your password, maybe that's a clue to the key players.

Ah oh...I've said too much.

Naughty, naughty, Quanita!!! Whatever will they think?!!!

We mustn't reveal THE TRUTH now, should we?!

But it's not "me" who's hiding.

It's thee.

Lions, and tigers and bears, OH MY!!!

I sat at the airport waiting to board. I was enjoying watching a middle aged father interact with his two year old daughter. In the background I could see his wife smiling at him with deep love and devotion. In time they traded places and now it was she who was interacting with their two year old daughter. He stood behind her but instead of smiling at her with deep love and devotion, he was busy oggling two young stewardesses as they walked by. She turned with their daughter in her arms and hugged him tightly. I wanted to puke.

Majestic Banyan tree rooted in multiplicity.

Sweet mango juice drips down, drizzling my breasts. Raw sensuality brazenly licks my creamy breasts clean. My nipples harden, yearning to be teased. His blood engorged penis presses seductively against my body. Dropping to my knees, I bathe his penis with slippery, wet, kisses. His pelvis thrusts involuntarily forward, demanding I suck his cock. He likes when I tease him with my tongue. "I'm gonna come now..." he moans. I swallow half his cum, the rest I shot unto my breasts. The creamy smoothness of my hands gliding over my tits was quite erotic.

You are in my thoughts morning, noon, and night. Not a moment goes by that I don't wish we were together.

There is so much happening in both of our lives. Each of us must focus on our chosen careers, in order to insure a healthy, prosperous, secure, future; but what would my future be without you in it? I would be surrounded by loving friends, family, and fans, but I would miss My Beloved Twinkie.

I know you.

You know me.

The more we experience, explore, and share, the more wonderful the adventure.

I am in love with you.

I woke up thinking about him. I visualized the curve of his jaw, his beautiful mouth, and his big, brown, eyes. I could smell the sweetness of his taint. I kissed every part of him, from the top of his head, to his barney toes, and thanked the universe for his presence in my life. I pressed his handsome head against my chest, stroking his dark brown hair. I love him so. I made a wish that we could share time together today. I wished I could see him smile laugh, and pontificate. Come to me Beloved. I need you.

Oh the things we do to amuse ourselves.

This week's highlights were "Cell phone sex text messaging" and "Cell phone sensually artistic photos." My alter ego "The Pink Pussy" comes in handy for those who are shy. I whip on the mask, take out my pink wand, which puts me immediately in character, and viola" - LIBERATION. In no time, adults have their clothes off and are letting me take seductive pictures of themselves to send to their lovers. It's all quite innocent, yet erotic.

"The Pink Pussy" knows THE secrets to passion. Just ask. The answer will arouse secret desires.

Purrrrrrrrrrrr....

It was a perfectly legitimate moment of innocent naughtiness...

Danietta leaned back on the red sofa, spread her legs, and pulled her pink cotton panties tightly over her pubic mound, causing a small slip of fabric to wedge between her lips. "Take the shot!" she laughed. I looked at her incredulously! (Helloooooo!!! Excuseeeeee me!!! This is only my second time taking a photo of someone crotch!!! It's not like I'm a professional!!!) Then someone said, "What if someone walks in on us?!!!" - which caused us all to pause for a brief moment, then we laughed our asses off!!!

Say, "CHEEESEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE..."

When I was a little girl, I was molested by my grandfather, my uncle, my father, a baby-sitter, and my optometrist. I can't begin to tell you how ashamed and confused I felt growing up. After years of counseling, I was able to heal. Now, as an adult, I am giving myself permission to enjoy being sensual. It's not easy, because in the back of my mind I hear old, dysfunctional, religious tapes playing. I refuse to attach anything I do with shame or guilt. PLEASE DON'T JUDGE ME, BECAUSE I'VE DONE A GOOD JOB AT DOING THAT FOR YEARS.

I went tanning today. I like looking like a Polynesian Goddess. Some of my best meditations are in a tanning booth!

Today I pondered the words, "Rejection is protection." I thought of all the times I went above and beyond to prove my worth, and the pain of being "rejected." Looking back, I see that the ones who rejected me were "jerks." The funny thing is now those "jerks" want me to be their best friend now. Why? Because I'm in the spotlight. Guess what? I won't reject you, but you can step to the end of the line.

NEXT!!!

Call me up.

You know you want to.

You like hearing my naughty bedtime stories.

You are just as naughty as me.

We can start with a little chit chat, but why waste time?!

You'll enjoy this.

Are you listening?

Touch yourself for me.

Stroke and caress your sweet penis like it's my mouth exploring you.

I want you.

I hunger for you.

Thinking about you masturbating turns me on.

I want to watch.

I want to hear you roar!

The energy of your cumming opens my heart fully, and tingles like a thousand tongues deliciously licking me all over...

I'm exhausted. I need more down time in-between my travels. There are many things that help me to replenish. Sometimes just vegging out is sufficient. I'm realizing how much energy I expend in my field of expertise, and what it takes to build myself back up. I'm proud of myself though, because I'm beginning to feel more comfortable receiving, which is a monumental feat for me. I've been blessed with such loving friends and family; they've been so patient with me, especially when I nod off to sleep in unusual places. I'm about to do that right about now... ZzzzzZZZzzzzzzzZZZZZzzzzzzzzzz....

Pick up the phone and call me.

You know you want to.

Let's dispense with all the chit-chat and get down to business.

I want to get you off, so listen closely, while I tell you a very naughty bedtime story.

I'll lick you with the sound of my voice.

I'm not in a hurry. We both like to take our time.

Let's enjoy every delicious moment of verbal arousal.

I know you're touching yourself. I am too.

I love the raw, erotic intimacy we share. It always leaves me wanting more.

Nothing and no one compares to you.

There is magick under the Willow Tree.

I lay on the bare ground, my face towards the sun. I enjoy seeing the sunlight trickling through the branches. Visions of the future begin to appear. Soon I am soaring past the tree tops and up into the sky. My spirit gracefully dances with the cosmos.

I am free.

The healing light of "all that is" beckons me into it's embrace.

I am home.

Here, "everything" is sacred. Here, I am loved unconditionally. Sacred Spirits dance with me, celebrating my journey, sharing their wisdom and knowledge, to assist in healing humanity's hearts.

I enjoyed a motorcycle ride with Rona today!

It was glorious sitting back, eyes closed, and feeling the wind dance against my face. I wasn't wearing a helmet, so my hair whipped around like a dark flame.

Going across the bridges was my favorite part. I'd let out a triumphant "WOOOOOOOOOO WHOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" with each crossing.

What an adventure it must be to take a long road trip on a motorcycle! I think I'll add that to my list of "Things To Look Forward To" in this lifetime.

Maybe one day I'll own my own motorcycle. Now that would be cool!

I looked at my huge stack of bills; they're my "price for freedom." I could get overwhelmed, but that'd only make me depressed, which isn't an option. I'm making progress paying them all off. Perhaps moving to Florida is the answer. My income has the potential of increasing tenfold out there. The only thing stopping me is the thought of being separated from my loved ones. I'd miss everyone so much! Although I'm sure they'd enjoy visiting me in Miami. I know waiting isn't the answer. Timing's crucial. I have some heavy duty decisions to make in order to progress.

Waiting... Waiting... Waiting... Always waiting...

Why do I wait? Is this what I've been doing lifetime after lifetime? Is that the pattern I need to change?

Every moment in life's precious. I don't want to waste time "waiting..." I want to love fully, openly - now.

I feel like a little girl standing alone in the rain, waiting for her Daddy to come pick her up, but he doesn't show up.

Waiting... Waiting... Waiting...

I did that for years in my marriage, until one day I realized what I was waiting for wasn't going to manifest.

Would he wait for me?

My sister and I sat on my patio, eating chocolates, gazing at the stars. It was such a beautiful night!

We tried to light a candle to add to the ambiance, but the wind kept blowing it out.

The majestic moon peaked through the gossamer clouds, cascading healing moonbeams around us.

The Crab Apple Tree's fragrant blossoms lilted the air with a sweet aroma.

We enjoyed listening to the crickets and frogs serenade of the night.

It was indeed a very magickal night!

One day, I'd like to fall asleep under the stars in his arms...or he in mine.

Attention all MaMoNaKias...

I have 300 ripe, crispy, apples, that are sweet and juicy, ready to be savored.

Meet me at Hogwart's at 3 p.m. this Friday.

The guest of honor is "The Pink Pussy." That's right!!! Back by popular demand, "The Pink Pussy" will make a "special" appearance. "She's hot! She's pink! And she's gonna rock your world!"

Clothing IS optional.

If you bring any toys, be prepared to share them.

We've got some BIZNESS to take care of.

And don't forget to bring some M&M's and M A G I C K.

Remember FABULOUS MaMoNaKias, "Naughty is...what Naughty does..."

:::Gestures the secret handshake:::

I sat in awe listening, holding on to every word he spoke. He was raw, exposed, vulnerable. Gathering him in my arms, I lovingly cradled his head upon my breasts, stroking his dark, wavy, locks. My heart opened fully, bathing him with the healing energy of love beyond time and space. The moment was so powerful I began to make love to him. "This is the man I know..." I said lustily, placing one hand over his heart; the other firmly grasping his massive cock. "Don't you dare stop!!!" he gasped.

I didn't. :::Innocent smile:::

Mount Krackatoa, West of Java...

So what if the tree house was a little dusty? It's nothing that Mount Krackatoa, West of Java couldn't clear. Buddy, we built a brand new "deluxe" addition to the tree house. The surround sound is AMAZING!!!

Just a small reminder of tree house rules, "NO CRANKY ASS PEOPLE ALLOWED..." "SAY NO TO CRANK ASSES."

Now THAT'S the Twinkie I know. Don't let anyone take away your creamy filling. You aren't any ordinary cupcake. YOU'RE MINE. If you don't believe me, allow me one long, delicious, lick, and I believe you'll remember.

I remember...

He stood over me on the bed like a God; arms stretched above him, bracing the ceiling. I sat in a chair in front of him, enjoying his delicious penis. I was sitting, but he was submitting. I relished exploring the delicate, throbbing, veins bulging from his engorged cock. "I'm going to pass out..." he groaned with intense pleasure. I pulled back, took a long sip of ice water, and smiled with satisfaction. "Not yet..." I said, slipping an ice cube into my hot mouth and diving into his cock.

GOD/DESS I LOVE WHEN THAT MAN TREMBLES AT MY TOUCH!!!

I examined the details of the beautiful glass pipe in my hand. There were nubs of glass raised within, reminding me of a tongue. Aroused, I spoke out loud that I wanted to lick it. Rona watched as the stem of the pipe blushed and turned a lovely shade of pink. I continued to talk naughty to the pipe, fascinated as it morphed into a deep pink, and finally to a deep red. Rona said, "Holy shit Quanita, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it. It looks like it's about to cum."

It is.

Have you figured it out yet My Beloved? Even though the work we will share together will heal many lives, the priority is healing ourselves. Examine closely how we have been doing this. The foundation is love. I could not have assisted you in healing, if I didn't come from the space of divine love. Even when you rejected me, I knew. The "knowing" is more powerful than my ego. In many ways, it is frightening, because I recognize how great the responsibility is.

We've got important work to do.

We've got many wonderful adventures to share.

Let's do this.

I woke up with a huge ass pimple on my derriere.

My sister called asking me how I was doing. I responded, "I have a huge pimple on my ass!!!" She started cracking up laughing and said, "Didn't you hear the voice mail I left you?!!! I said I missed you so much I wish I could be a pimple on your ass, so I could be close to you!" (I love how she's acknowledging her natural ability to "state and create" with magickal intentions.)

"Darn it!" I thought to myself.

I squeezed the damn thing.

She got a headache.

I didn't say one word. Crystal immediately closed her eyes and lowered head. I thought it was out of respect, but it was out of fear. She looked into my eyes and saw the true eyes of the Seer. FIRE. It was so terrifying for her to see, she has nightmares about it. My eyes bore into her soul with righteous indignation and scourched her insides. She's adamant I'm not human. I hope to God/dess she never sees me do that again. Everything will be fine, as long as she doesn't disrespect me or mine, especially in my temple.

NEXT!

Let the meeting of the MaMonakias commence.

First business item on our agenda is "the plan."

Gotta have "the plan."

Must have "the plan."

Once "the plan" is decided upon, then implementation of "the plan" is imminent, BUT before "the plan" is implemented, we must review "the plan," so everyone's clear.

If "the plan" is to be successful, we must leave room for flexibility. The only thing we want inflexible are the penises in our lives.

With all that said and done, let's get started on "the plan..."

"The plan" is:

1) We're going to laugh our FUCKING asses off.

He's My Comfort.

He's My Hope.

He's everything that turns me on in a man.

He's what makes me glow.

He's the brightness in my smile.

He's every heart I touch, every spirit I soothe.

I am his comfort.

I am his hope.

I'm not everything that turns him on in a woman, but I can pleasure him like no one else can.

I am what makes him glow.

I am the brightness in his eyes.

I am who soothes his heart.

I wouldn't trade one moment in the tree house with him, for all the money in the universe.