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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.

.....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. 

Attraction V.S. Craving (An Excerpt)

The hours passed slower than usual, but the workload proved constant and heavy. Between two client appointments, the filing that I had avoided the night before and the constant flood of inquiries from both employees and clientele, five hours passed sooner than I had expected. I hadn’t seen Maria since that morning and part of me wondered if our lunch was still intended.

I telephoned the front desk, “Alisa, have you gone to lunch yet?”

                “No, Ms. Kelly,” she replied. “It isn’t yet noon and we’re going together, right?”

                “Yes, yes.” I assured, “I know it isn’t 12, but I just wanted to be sure the time was set.”

                “Oh yes, the time is set unequivocally at noon.”

Despite the fifteen minutes to spare, when I hung up I powered down my laptop and searched for my iPhone. Five missed calls and three texts were all that awaited me, a relief considering the morning I’d had. I was actually relieved to have a moment outside of the office and looked forward to the impromptu lunch date. After grabbing my purse and blazer I was off to lunch with the girls.

Passing by Maria’s office, I was surprised to see that she was less aware of the time than I was. I tapped a polite knock on the door and she spilled in to apologies, “Ms. Kelly, I’m sorry. I really need to get this done. Jim in marketing wanted me to gather some testimonials to place on the website and I have all these submissions and I’ve only made it through half since yesterday…”

She apologized once more and exactly at the moment I knew it was coming she said, “You two go without me. I’ll try and catch up and if not I’ll find some way to make it up to you guys. I’m sorry.”

                Lessening the disappointment I said, “Not a problem. Sometimes things happen that we can’t anticipate.”

                I was set on returning to my desk and settling for the chips I had stowed in my desk, but Alisa caught me as I exited Maria’s office.

                “You ready?” She asked.

                Smiling I replied, “Sure am.”

I typically only engaged in business meetings, anything other than that had a tendency to spill in to my personal life. It was my firm belief that coworkers who invited other coworkers to lunch only wanted to gather information on how they conduct their private affairs. They pounced on the opportunity to gather information, no matter how minimal, so that they could spread toxic truths.

I expected the conversation to be light and awkward. A long hour of artificial smiles and dull conversation, yet it was not.

Alisa worked as my receptionist from day one of my practice launch, nearly two years ago and it was quickly brought to my attention how little I knew about her. I don’t mean in an invasive, tell me your business way, but on a surface level.

In addition to putting in ample hours at my practice she also mentored young girls and boys at a nonprofit lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender organization outside the city. Her golden tone emitted a profound glow when she spoke of them, almost as though they were her own children.

She was originally from Texas, but moved here for school six years ago and never left. She finished her degree a year ago which prompted me to ask, “You have your degree? Why are you still working at the practice?”

It was only after I voiced the question that I realized the mistake in asking. I’m her boss, why would she tell me the truth?

                Her hazel eyes met mine when she replied, “Well, to be honest Ms. Kelly. I like working for you. You trust me and I trust you. You gave me a key to the office my first month here, you trust that I’ll do my job and I trust you’ll keep me until I decide it’s best to pursue other opportunities. You’re a good boss, I have no intentions on leaving.”

                My smile stretched to my temples, “You know, I’ve wanted to get involved with some community work –“

                She interrupted my spoken thoughts as she beamed, broadcasting the cutest dimple, “Ms. Kelly you have to come with me one day! Those kids need a voice like you…”

                Thankful for the compliment, my conscious focused on an element more pressing. Cute dimple?, I thought. My analysis disturbed me. I had not once considered anything about Alisa the least bit attractive. Not to abate her beauty, but the opinion of her attractiveness alarmed me. It forced me to consider my attraction to her, however minimal.

                I agreed, “I will. Sometime soon.”

She continued speaking about the teenagers she counseled and the hardships they faced, being rejected by family and society. I pretended to follow, but I still combed through my thoughts.

                 As her lips coiled over her words, I realized I was overreacting. It is beyond possible to find someone attractive and not lust for them. Alisa was beautiful, equipped with all the physicality’s needed to satiate anyone's sexual desires. I regarded her as attractive, beautiful, yet I craved the touch of another. The realization pulled at the edges of my smile. I craved another woman, I craved Maria. 

When the check came I insisted on paying the bill, but in many respects whether I paid or she paid, the funding was still coming from my bank account somewhere in the hierarchy.

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-A. I. Lee

::Today brings healing::

I awake alone. This massive king size bed no longer conforms to the weight of two masses only one. Nor do the mattress springs moan from the doings of lovers. My bedroom is cold, devoid of the passionate heat which once radiated amidst these walls. A heat which rose from each embrace and tender kiss. A heat so intense no amount of heaters or blankets could reproduce.  A heat from two women. A heat from two lovers.

Once a retreat, now a prison. I am confined to these walls not because I am removed of the freedom to do so, but because here lies the memories I wish were alive and well. I chose to stay. I am my own captor.

Layered underneath three blankets, I jump each time the tips of my icy cold fingers make contact with my bare skin. When you were here, not once can I remember a frigid moment because your mere presence provided all the warmth I needed.

Today is the end of my lifelessness, today I can feel. Today is the end of constant tears and the start of acceptance of my misery. Despite its suggestion, misery brings with it an elusive light, representing the start of progress. I’m no longer burdened by hurt and victim to my heartbreak. I now can feel beyond the pain. As each second passes I know my heart is slowly stitching together the broken pieces you dismantled and neglected. I know I’m healing because my tears have finally emptied. I no longer cry when a stranger simply smiles and greets me. The redness from the strain of constant tears is now a blushing pink and the bags underneath my lashes have slowly deflated. My pillow for once is dry and yesterday I finally opened my curtains to view the clear day. You broke me, but now I’m moving towards healing.

The sky truly is beautiful today, yet….

I lay bare, buried underneath the covers. On my side, my attention is captivated by the beauty beyond my windowpane. Clouds as plush as cotton balls stroll by my bedroom window. Beckoning me to leave these walls of abandoned memories and let the sun envelop me. Happiness waits opposite these solid walls, but the weight of my misery won’t allow me the satisfaction of retreat.

I pull my arms nearer, hoping to retain my body heat. One arm folds in front of my breast and the other relaxes on my hip. A long sigh escapes me and I close my eyes just in case my tears seek to betray me. Today is a day of misery, but I refuse to succumb to tears. That time has passed and now I must heal. I occupy my thoughts with the sounds of birds and the visioning of the clouds I only moments ago admired, but even that delight can’t keep the thought of you at bay.

You seep into every thought and every object I see. Unwelcomingly you pierce my mind, just as you penetrated my heart only months prior. I wish you expelled, but despite my objection my body expresses an alternate request.

I enter disillusionment, thinking the arm which trails my side and rests on my hip is not my own, but yours. I allow myself to believe your leg is entwined between my own and not an inanimate object full of feathery down. I try to tell myself it’s not you who pulls my body closer to you, that I’m pushing against a body pillow. But instead I relax against your chest and nestle in your embrace. To be held by you is nearly the equivalent of your lips on mine.

I melt in your arms at the softness of your lips as they linger down my neck and kiss the curve of my shoulder. And as your hand slides down the arc of my hip, past my stomach and up the mound of my breast I exhale with anticipation. Cupping my bosom, you massage it slowly and center my nipple between your fingers. The sensation is heightening and as arousal intensifies, so does my breathing. Rolling and pinching you achieve erection, but still you continue to satisfy. Neglecting one nipple for instead the other, until both stiffen in arousal.

Expectantly I long to hear your exaggerated breathing, but I’m dismayed when I only register my own. Realization dawning, I end the sexual journey I’ve creatively conjured. Disappointed, yet proud of my desire and will to stop, I resist giving you such gratification. You will never be the source of an orgasm again. Not in life, not in memory, not in thought.

As I pull back the covers and toss my legs over the side of the bed, a smile pushes through my frown. Today I will sit under clear skies and clouds plush as cotton balls. Today is the start of misery, but today I am healing....