Expression
ex·pres·sion [ik-spresh-uhn]
.....the act of expressing or setting forth in words
Wednesday, June 26, 2013
Swingers Clubs: Swing here, Swing there... #Swinger #blog #Club
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Sunday, June 23, 2013
Sex Astrology #Blog #Astrology #Sex #Compatibility
When it comes to astrology everyone seems to have an opinion, either they believe it or they don't. I believe that like most things, it provides a good foundation to learn someone or even yourself. It's not an exact assessment or dissemination of a persons character, just a helpful understanding. Some things are spot-on, while others are relatively uncertain or just plain WRONG.
I strolled a few sites this weekend and ran across a sex astrology site. It allows you to match your astrological sexual compatibility. I must say.... I was surprised at it's accuracy. The site is sexualastrology.com. Below I've attached the compatibility results between someone I dated in the past, an Aries, against myself, a Scorpio.
The site was awesome! Take a look and let me know about your experience.
I strolled a few sites this weekend and ran across a sex astrology site. It allows you to match your astrological sexual compatibility. I must say.... I was surprised at it's accuracy. The site is sexualastrology.com. Below I've attached the compatibility results between someone I dated in the past, an Aries, against myself, a Scorpio.
.....Aries looks for a challenge. Therefore, mundane conversation ends this date pronto. Scorpio will act depending on the mood of this stinger. The date could be either very good or very bad. But, when this duo clicks things get hot and heavy fast. These two zodiac signs are physical animals. But, to get off on the right foot, Aries must handle Scorpio with proper respect and Scorpio must be sincere and have patience with Aries.A long-term relationship between these two stars has great potential. Aries will believe that his Scorpio lover is a dream come true. Selfless acts toward Scorpio will be returned with trust and respect. Aries’ horoscope would advise, “…practice patience.” Scorpio’s horoscope would advise, “…practice cooperation.” A love match between these two signs will be powerful, strong and lead to incredible sex.The Aries’ and Scorpio’s love of challenge and activity will spill over into the bedroom. This initiates the acting out of fantasies and role play. Aries and Scorpio will brave sexual areas where others would never go. While Aries prefers sex that is highly physical, and fast, Scorpio prefers all over tender caressing. There’s a lot about sensuality these two lovers can teach each other.Aries and Scorpio are so intense that they could get married or just have sex and separate. When these two astrological signs have differences, Aries will shout and Scorpio will pout. Scorpio will actually bury hurt feelings to be brought out at a later date. However, both zodiac signs will use sex to resolve any conflicts.In this situation the relationship ended exactly as suggested above.... we got into a HUGE argument, I was given all kinds of extravagant uses of the word ((fuck you)) and we ended it just as quickly as it began. :)
The site was awesome! Take a look and let me know about your experience.
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
Get down and dirty - I Dare You! #Blog #Challenge
With most things, I’m very unadventurous, or pointblank unexciting. I feel secure in an environment of monotony and traditional routines. Deviations worry me.
On the other hand…… the absolute worst thing you can do is doubt my intentions or willingness to follow through. So long as I’m not a risk to myself or anyone else and I can potentially receive some sort of satisfaction out of the deal…. I’m all in. Screw the traditions.
My vices fall somewhere near and between speed limits, alcohol and sex. Not necessarily in that order. That means even unappealing A.I. Lee has had sex in ((a few... who’s counting)) public places. If you haven’t you should really live a little. Break free of your self-imposed box style livings. Consistency becomes boring after awhile. How long can worn down beds, sofas and countertops remain exciting?
This weekend I dare you to do something different. Maybe you’ll discover a part of you that you never knew. A woman named.... Ms. Jackson who enjoys role-playing and toe sucking foreplay. As encouragement I’ve challenged myself as well, if I succeed I’ll proudly post my accomplishment. If not…. I’ll pretend I did.
Sunday, June 16, 2013
Swingers Code?? #blog #swingers
Is there really a swingers code?? I must say I’m still surprised to know that many people have
no idea what goes on around them. The topics least talked about are the exact
ones that happen so frequently around us.
In the south we have a chain of grocery stores called
Publix. They’re nearly everywhere and on almost every corner. They have exceptional
customer service, delicious cold subs, perfectly selected fruits… the list goes
on. I’m talking like I own the place, but they really are one of my favorite
stores. Actually the elderly woman who won the Powerball $600 million dollar
jackpot purchased her ticket from this chain at a store outside of Tampa.
About a few years ago, I was at a dinner and the host
realized she was short an ingredient. Me being the sweet person I am, I made an
errand run. The closest store was Publix. I believe it was as I was leaving
that she told me how popular this store was… they were notorious for attracting
swingers.
Entering the store, I received the customary greeting and
noticed nothing out of the ordinary. I blended with the other last minute and
late night shoppers who moved through the aisles with concentration. Curiously
I wandered the aisles looking for the swinger’s symbol, a pineapple perched on
the top basket of the cart. To my
disappointment I saw nothing… no sign of a swingers code to signify "swingers on the prowl."
Now I’m not sure how factual this claim is…. A swingers
grocery store? This had to be nearly 3 or 4 years ago so I’m sure by this point
the standards have either changed or maybe ceased. I’m not a swinger, however
I’m not opposed to swinging clubs which are populous and ((I hear)) fun. Any takers?? Would love to hear your story.
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
The unspoken world of SEX #Excerpt #Sex #Blog #Swingers #Exhibitionist
The weight of the plastic framed mirror felt like stone.
No doubt the weight was the burden of guilt. A fault induced by the spying on a
couple engaged in intimate moments.
A tingling simmered from the
tips of my fingers which wrapped around the mirrors frame. It was as though the
mirror were warning me - correction, scolding me. What was I doing?
The
awareness of Maria’s eyes staring down at me brought me realization.
I
shook my head, objecting this invasion of privacy. But how private could sex be
in a public bathroom? Regardless, I had no right to intrude on their moment
despite how I felt about their locational choosing.
Like
a car salesmen refusing to forfeit a potential deal, again she seized my hand
in hers. This time leading me outside our stall to stand in front of the
occupied stall.
She
motioned at the hinged steel door seemingly bothered. She was impatient and
frustrated that I didn’t share her fondness for voyeuristic pleasures.
She was unbelievable.
I stared at her gawkily. Tilting
my head and eyeing her in disbelief. She stared onward with intensity, like she
could see straight through the solid door, yearning to feel the pleasures they
felt.
Following her gaze and the rhythmic
thrust of a body against a solid surface, I diverted my attention to a folded
strand of toilet tissue which hung over the door.
Public sex, I’ve heard, is one
of the ultimate thrills. The anxiety of not knowing if you’ll get caught or if
someone is watching heightens the sensation. For exhibitionists, it is the preferred
sexual environment.
There are many unspoken
languages is the world of sex. For example, many swingers meet other local
swingers at grocery stores by way of what is in another’s cart. They peruse the
aisles searching for cart contents which mirror their own. Specific items
lined in the basket nearest the basket handle signifies, “We’re swingers, and
we’re looking to meet and greet.”
Like swingers, the same is true
for sexual exhibitionist. They too engage in conversations unspoken. A strand of toilet tissue hanging loosely over
a stall door implies, “You’re free to watch, but quietly.”
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Wednesday, June 5, 2013
Watch... you know you want to. #Excerpt #Fiction #Erotica #Erotic
Curiosity lead me pass the wooden door silent and
discreetly.
The restaurant ambiance carried
into the narrow space. It too was dimly lit and the faint sounds of jazz
streamed through the ceilings speakers. The
room appeared barren, which was not what I expected considering I saw Maria
disappear around the corner leading only to two room. One exclusive to males the other females.
The rattling of tissue rotating
in its dispenser, or water streaming over washing hands would have been
expected, but I heard none of those. For a moment, I thought I had entered the
wrong bathroom. Under the influence of a tempting desire, maybe I had mistaken
the ladies room for what was actually the men’s. I saw and heard no trace of Maria anywhere.
I crouched low enough to peer
underneath the stalls, just enough to see a pair of black loafers.
I panicked.
Maybe she wasn’t baiting me at
all, maybe she just wanted to ensure she wouldn’t be interrupted as she emptied
her bowels. I basked in my embarrassment, until I realized those were brown
loafers, not black and they were pointed towards the stall instead of away from
it.
Startled I stood upright and
turned.
To my surprise, there she stood
with the widest grin behind me.
She knew I would be lured into her
pursuit and she waited against the same wall which supported the doors frame
for me to enter. “How devious,” I mused, yet I liked it.
I started to speak but I was
silenced. Placing a finger over her lips she seized my hand in hers and we
entered the vacant stall. I watched her retrieve a wallet from her back pocket
and from its folds grab a small mirror.
I stared at her confused while
she knelt, positioning the mirror at an angle right below the steel dividers separating
each stall. Was this woman mad?
She was like a horny adolescent stealing private images the only way she could. I didn’t think I
needed to tell her this was illegal. Repulsed I proceeded to exit the stall. When
she grabbed my arm I broke free, pulling against the sensational flutter of my stomach. She seized
me again, firmer this time. Pointing to the steel divider she urged me to
listen. I did.
I heard nothing at first, only
the whaling of a saxophone and a background cello. But the more I tuned out the
jazz notes, the more I heard a separate and sensual tune. The melody of an
oncoming orgasm. She placed the mirror in my hands.
Sunday, June 2, 2013
Curves That Tempt #Excerpt #Fiction #Blog #LGBT
The term civilized was created to shadow us from our
animalistic instincts. Regardless of how “civilized” we become, there lies a chained
beast waiting for the moment to step in to the light and take control. Aware of
my public surroundings, yet craving a sensual touch, I was struggling against
my civility.
When would I submit to my desires, to the longing which
tugged at my inner folds. When would I let its wetness seep down my thighs.
When would I allow myself freedom.
Maria waited for my response.
Though I’m sure the lapse in time was more than it had appeared to me, she conveyed
patience. I must have been a dismal sight, clearly engaging in an internal battle,
but her gaze over me was judgment free.
Pitifully I bowed my head
stating, “I actually have sanitizer.”
As proof, I reached for my bag and began sifting through
its contents. Locating my small travel bottle, I flipped the top open and
poured the cleansing serum into my palms.
Maria shrugged as though the
decline were my loss and sought off to find the restrooms hidden in the rear of
the restaurant.
My eyes trailed her retreat.
Surveying her every motion from
her head to the soles of her shoes, but mostly I centered on the area below her
waist. She had an ideal form, arguably the curves of a goddess herself. Womanly
bends and bows tightened around her waist and expanded along her vertical frame
like an hourglass. She had hips that tempted hands to touch, grab, and lift. Hips
that accentuated with each step, a rhythmic step which allowed one hip to roll
into the other. Her hips had form and
definition like its neighbor, a round and buoyant ass.
While
salivating over her lusciousness, she disappeared behind a corner and I was
pulled from my curve obsession.
The observance of her retreat
summoned erotic thoughts. A lewd beast bellowed me to action. It snarled low
and impatient, then roaring commandingly. Ordering me out my seat and towards the
darkened hallway in the rear of the restaurant. I turned the corner, lead merely
by the bestial desires that pulled at me. I entered the woman’s restroom.
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Wednesday, May 29, 2013
That ass is mine #excerpt #fiction
Yikes! She was a simmering pot of frustration, but there
had to be some mistake. I couldn’t be the fuel to her irritation. I couldn’t
understand why I would be an outlet for her hostility. The tone didn’t bother me
as much as the wording.
Regardless of how much she said and its emphasis, all I heard was “challenge.” I replied
defensively, “excuse me?”
“I’m
not trying to offend,” Maria defended. Trying to smooth over the rough conversation she added,
“It is my hope to one day by like you, equally skilled and dedicated. I’m simply
trying to understand what it is that led you here.”
Bullshit.
She was just gunning for me. Now she’s an admirer?
None
the less, I responded, “I worked hard. I sacrificed. That’s what got me here.”
The matter-of-fact declaration was laced with self-assurance. Unlike most, I worked very hard to achieve my success. There were no handouts.
“What
did you have to sacrifice?”
“Everything.”
I stated crisply.
“Could
you unfold that?”
I sighed, “Relationships, family, social life…”
“Sex?” She questioned.
Despite my candid reply, my forwardness surprised me. I
was glad for the moment to organize my thoughts while she reflected on her
subsequent question.
“What
is the most challenging obstacle for you?”
Again
she was prying, each question becoming more invasive than its predecessor. My
conscious rebuked her, we weren’t old friends drinking wine and indulging in outspoken
conversations! How did I allow her to violate my thoughts? Was she my weakness?
I could still feel the impression she left on my ass, yet again I replied with candidness, “The more I fix the
problems of my client’s, the less I’m able to repair my own.”
“Why
do you think that is?”
I laughed. She was really sounding like a psychiatrist.
My humor didn’t weaken her expression, she was peculiarly concentrated. I readjusted
my expression to reflect hers, “I’m not sure. Being stretched too thin maybe?”
“Maybe
you should take a vacation.” Her lip lifted at the seam and she added, “A nice
beach with white sand and crabs that bite you on the ass.”
The ass comment pulled a smile
from my taut expression, “Maybe one day.”
She
reclined, replacing her intensity with a casual and relaxed disposition. She
stretched, extending her arms in the air, then clasped her hands behind her
head while simultaneously framing her legs outside of mine. “When was your last vacation?”
Her
legs grazed the outside of mine as she continued to stretch.
I replied unperturbed, “I don’t
think I’ve ever had one.”
She hissed, “Ms. Kelly we have
got to get you out of this city.”
Her immediate exit from the
booth left me deliberating whether she meant leaving promptly or if she was
simply excusing herself. She stood as I stared dumbfounded.
She stated, “Excuse me; I just
need to visit the restroom.”
Turning towards the back of the
restaurant she searched for the restroom sign, but before she paced away from
me she questioned, “Do you not need to wash your hands?”
The question wasn’t an aim at
cleanly awareness, she was baiting me.
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Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Only the Weak Submit Part 1 #Excerpt #Fiction
It was nearly a week later when Maria thought to fulfill
her promise. By then I had forgotten all about the lunch invite she and Alisa
extended to me. Now current on her work, she insisted I allow her the
opportunity to make up for her lunch absence.
The invitation caught me off guard considering she had spoken to me only in passing these last few weeks. She stayed tucked
away in her office, seemingly more busy than everyone, including me.
It
was a relatively dawdling day, free off appointments. I used the majority of
the day to review cases and client files. I was open and free to accept lunch
invitations. Despite Maria’s remoteness, I obliged.
We returned to the restaurant Alisa and I had our lunch two weeks prior.
Again,
unsure how the conversation would lead, I took the reins stating, “How are the
client files coming? Oh, and are the marketing testimonial is completed for the
site?”
Her friendly expression didn’t match her irritated tone
when she replied, “Must we discuss work at lunch?”
I nodded agreeably, “Well, how are things outside of
work? You’re currently pursing your masters, correct?”
She
nodded, “I am.”
“Well,”
I pondered, “I know how daunting that can be. Especially given the hours you
put in.”
She rolled her eyes, and the hostility baffled me until
she expressed, “No work, remember?”
“I
see.” I said.
“Do
you?” she replied rather distastefully.
Unsure of why I was the object of her hostility I
inquired, “Is there a problem?”
“Do
you have to control everything, all the time. Is that just simply your nature.
Or are you simply filtering the weak in hope that one day someone will
challenge you?”
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Sunday, May 19, 2013
Pushed to excellence #excerpt #fiction
The decision to accept Janice's offer was a long and
weighted endeavor. Returned to the confines of my office, I paced the room
deliberating if I should open the folder lying flat on my desk.
I could return it to her,
explain my doubts, I mused. I have never questioned my incompetence before. The
incertitude forced me to question my skill and expertise. Janice was one of the
best in the field. My experience paled in comparison to her decades of sexual
dysfunctional treatment. I was out of my league.
I refuted the last thought.
Janice wouldn't entrust me with the task if she deemed me incompetent.
Throughout all her colleagues I was the one she had chosen. I was most
qualified.
I braced myself and opened the file.
The first page contained a list
of names, only one I recognized - a politician – whom I utterly disliked due to
his irrevocable dissent towards women’s health and equality. A passionate
conservative, I wouldn’t have ever assumed he would be associated with Dr.
Cuppins in the least.
The following pages contained
each client’s chart including assessments, therapy sessions, medical history,
and mundane information such as spouse and personal data. The last page of each
client’s file contained an updated contract agreement which transfers treatment
to Ms. Noah Kelly.
I shrieked with surprise. She knew I would
accept the offer all along.
Alerted by the sound of heels I
questioned, “How did you know I would accept?”
She
paused outside my office door and smiled, “Darling, of course you would. You’re
a smart woman.”
She
entered and lightly closed the door. Separated from our conversation landing on
unintended ears she said, “I like that Maria.”
I exhaled in exhaustion,
“Janice.” She just wouldn’t let it go. I was beginning to regret even mentioning
Maria and her haunting my conscious.
She waved away my irritation, continuing
without a thought, “You should allow her to help you on this. I am a great
judge of character and she should definitely work with you on at least one of
your clients.”
“I’ll
consider it.”
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