I NEED TO PLACE AN ORDER...

It's one of those days again where I seem to have this terrible craving.

I hate getting like this when I'm alone.

It's almost physical.

The feeling of pure sexual energy.

Definitely the purest thing about me.

But it's something I enjoy possessing.

Even if it does make me crazy.

I need a fuck so bad...I can taste it.

SAME OLD STORY

It's terribly cold outside.

I'm staying in where it's warm.

All I need is a good man.

Someone who has a weekend to kill.

Someone who has turned off his cell phone...his pager...his urge to work a little extra.

Someone who has this need to be needed...wanted...taken for granted...taken advantage of.

Someone who needs to take whatever it is he wants.

Someone who has this insatiable appetite.

For me.


I am ready for you....

HAPPY DAY BEFORE VALENTINE'S DAY

I think I haven't really liked this "holiday" for several years now.

It always meant another day of seeing the truth about my life.

Fortunately for some, it's always a great day.

I wonder how many get proposals on this day?

Well, more power to you both.

I just hope that you both do it for the right reasons.

I just hope that you love each other and that you stay in love.

Once, while working retail, I waited on a man who was a little upset because his wife actually got pissed at him for buying her a diamond ring for Christmas, or her birthday...something like that, and the diamond was too little. She'd told him to take it back.

I thought he was joking, but he wasn't.

That's what divorce is for.

Do people fall for someone knowing they are this way, or do they get this way later?

What makes a person so selfish?

Is she beautiful? Are her blowjobs that good?

The beautiful wife who will only fuck you about once a month, maybe give you the occasional blowjob.

But doesn't swallow.

So maybe I'll be a bit depressed and pretend it's just another day. That's what I get for being such a sensitive fool, I guess.

But...I'm good...when I'm bad...which means there will always be someone who will think I'm worth something...maybe not the whole ring thing, but enough to warrant some affection...a fun night out...or in...once in a while a cozy night by the fire...or on the sofa...or maybe a trip somewhere together.

I like diamonds, gold...sapphires are my favorite. But I'd get more joy out of a kiss and a flower, than if someone spent a bunch of money on me.

I also love to fuck....and I do swallow.

TO BUILD A FIRE

This morning I took the dog outside and there was a beautiful snowfall.

I heard a bird in the distance, one that was very adamant about being heard.

I could have sworn I also heard an owl.

I told myself I am going to get out camping more this year, and if there's no one that wants to go with me, it will just be me and the "boys."

Maybe I should do that.

This counting on a man to make my day (or is it night) makes for a lot of disappointment.

Besides, I can always take B.O.B.

I can take care of myself; the dogs are great protection (at least great intimidation).

I can build a fire and cook my dinner.

Just give me a bottle of premixed margaritas and I'm set.

Maybe it's not so bad being by myself after all.



Valentine's Day is Tuesday.




Fuck.

I REALLY NEED SOMETHING...

There's nothing I want more than to be with him.

Sometimes I can't stand it...my breathing becomes labored and my heart feels like it's going to beat right out of my chest.

His arms hold me close to him, and I can feel his breathing, hear his heartbeat, and I'm lost in his embrace.

I feel his breath in my hair, hear him whisper those words I long to hear every day.

His strong hands lay me down and undress me, so sure of their purpose, exposing myself to him, and he sees my arousal.

These same hands touch me, making me gasp and moan, just a slight touch on each nipple, yet it's his mouth I crave.

He teases with his mouth, his tongue, and I moan as he moves lower, knowing what he will give to me.

The palms of his hands slide over my belly, then down each side just above my hips, and as he starts to hold them his mouth finds me, that center of me that has long been without attention, and as he brings me to him, I whisper his name...as he tastes me I whimper...as he licks I gasp...and when he sucks me in between his teeth, I surrender everything, everything that is already his.

Before I can make it back to this earth he releases me, and I open to him without thought...more in response to him, and he is so deep inside me, my soft wetness surrounding his velvet steel, holding him like a fist, even as he moves into me...then out of...again and again...as my legs wrap around him, my arms hold him to me, and his hands brush my hair back...his eyes never leaving mine.

Every stroke into me is punctuated with a moan, but from who? My whimpers join the beautiful sounds of our coupling, and as I release everything to him, so suddenly, almost violently, his moans seem to turn into a growl, and he is filling me with more than just his hardness...

There's nothing I want more....

I KNOW A BARGAIN WHEN I SEE ONE

Well, I finally did it.

I finally shelled out the money needed to buy something I've been wanting for a while, now.

Things can get so expensive, making it difficult to get what you need.

Maybe that's why I've been crabby lately.

If I've offended anyone in my demeanor, I apologize.

The only thing now is, I'm not quite sure I bought the right one.

I think maybe next time, I'll just say what the hell....and buy the eight pack instead of the four pack.

This one may last me a month...if I'm lucky.

Fuck that.

If I was lucky I wouldn't need the batteries at all.