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Nipples shooting fireworks.
Red .. Blue .. Purple .. Yellow .. White
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Run, bad spirits!
Run Away!
ptooie, ptooie
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Careening, screaming hot,
intense sparks of release.
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Sucking blood back into drained spaces.
White .. Yellow .. Pink .. Red
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Ah … red.
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Burning cooled.
Pinching soothed.
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Throbbing beats welcome the
Black Water Dragon
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Good Fortune seeps back in.
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And now …
what will you do?
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“Well,” she said …
“I shall say hello to the Atlantic Ocean once more.”
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“To celebrate growing older, I once wrote the 45 lessons life taught me.”
Regina Brett, 90 years old.
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1. Life isn’t fair, but it’s still good.
2. When in doubt, just take the next small step.
3. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone. Change the way you think.
4. Your job won’t take care of you when you are sick. Your friends and family will. Stay in touch.
5. Pay off your credit cards every month.
6. You don’t have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.
7. Cry with someone. It’s more healing than crying alone.
8. Release your children when they become adults, it’s their life now.
9. Save for retirement starting with your first pay cheque.
10. When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile.
11. Make peace with your past so it won’t screw up the present.
12. It’s OK to let your children see you cry.
13. Don’t compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about.
14. If a relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn’t be in it.
15. Everything can change in the blink of an eye.
16. Take a deep breath, it calms the mind.
17. Get rid of anything that isn’t useful, beautiful or joyful.
18. Whatever doesn’t kill you, really does make you stronger.
19. It’s never too late to have a happy childhood. But the second one is up to you and no one else.
20. When it comes to going after what you love in life, don’t take no for an answer.
21. Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, wear the fancy lingerie. Don’t save it for a special occasion. Today is special.
22. Just because you believe you are right, doesn’t mean you are. Keep an open mind.
23. Be eccentric now. Don’t wait for old age to wear purple.
24. The most important sex organ is the brain.
25. No one is in charge of your happiness but you.
26. Frame every so-called disaster with these words, ‘In five years, will this matter?’
27. Always choose life.
28. Forgive everyone everything.
29. What other people think of you is none of your business.
30. Time heals almost everything. Give time .. time.
31. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.
32. Don’t take yourself so seriously. No one else does.
33. Believe in miracles.
34. Your job is to love your children, not choose who they should love.
35. Don’t audit life. Show up and make the most of it now.
36. Growing old beats the alternative — dying young.
37. Your children get only one childhood.
38. All that truly matters in the end is that you loved.
39. Get outside every day. Miracles are waiting everywhere.
40. If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else’s, we’d grab ours back.
41. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.
42. The best is yet to come…
43. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.
44. Yield.
45. Life isn’t tied with a bow, but it’s still a gift.
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“I can hear your heart.”
”What’s it saying?”
”Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.”
”Oh! You CAN hear my heart!”
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“Really? What things do you know?”
“Just … things…”
As he sat in her living room, confidence oozed from his every pore. She could almost see it staining the carpet in her new apartment. He widened his knees and slouched back on the sofa, the smirk on his face giving his dimples shadows that didn’t belong.
“What things do you know?” She repeated the question, pulling the red plate across the counter, bringing fresh baked chocolate chip cookies within reach. Taking a bite, she forced herself to wait for an answer, figuring the chewing of the cookie would help to keep her impatient mouth closed.
“Well, I know your birthday is August 19th.”
Surprise widened her eyes and her jaw dropped. Half chewed cookie pieces saw their chance to escape and took a free fall onto the counter-top. “Damn!” She blurted, palms landing heavily on the fugitive crumbs. “You DO know things! How do you know that? Someone had to tell you!”
Laughter rambled across the room like a herd of ponies across the desert sand. Soft and dusty. “I’ve done my research. I also know that you like Batman and Santa Claus. I’m a little jealous.”
Her mind raced. “I see you found my Twitter account.”
Amusement glinted in his eyes as he leisurely pushed himself forward, leaning elbows on his knees. The perfect rock star pose.
“Since you’ve been on my Twitter timeline, I suppose you also know that I write erotica.” It was her turn to take control of the conversation. No one, she didn’t care who, was going to throw her a curve ball with their perceived secret knowledge. She was the one who held the cards. Period.
“Yep. And I followed your link.”
“Is that right? Did you find anything interesting?”
“Several things, actually.” He stood up and circled around behind her.
Gasping at the suddenness of his forearm across her throat, she felt her pussy clench. God, she was an animal, wasn’t she? Raw lust and power, that’s what turned her on. “Billy…”
“That’s right, my little groupie. You wrote stories about us, didn’t you? The first time we met in New York City at the Limelight. And then again, when I hid in your closet for your birthday bondage surprise. Did you think I forgot about that? How do you think I know when your birthday is? Huh? You’re sharing our secrets for the whole world to read, aren’t you?”
“Yes. Uh, I mean … no.”
“Ha! You know what? I kind of like it,” he said, releasing her neck and walking back to sit on the sofa. “Especially the one you wrote about masturbating to my songs on the radio. Very cool. Very cool, indeed,” he chuckled.
Wanting to feel his body against hers again, she followed him into the living room, straddled his lap and leaned in for a kiss. His hands snaked around her ass and pulled hard, fingers digging flesh.
“You’re my biggest fan, aren’t you? Isn’t that what you wrote?” Pushing his groin up, he bucked her forward until her breasts were pressed into his face. “Fucking sexy little groupie. Hot, voluptuous, horny little thing. Come here, groupie. Fuck me with that tight pussy. Show me how big of a fan you are.”
Unzipping his jeans, Billy Idol’s cock jumped from its restraint like a race horse coming out of the gates. The veins throbbed, the skin pulsed. Sticky need shone like a spotlight on stage. Perfect.
She lifted her skirt and he nearly tore her thong from her thighs. His hasty endeavor knocked her control off balance and put her on edge. Just the way he liked her.
Assaulting her cunt with quick thrusts from below, he thwarted her efforts of lowering herself slowly and running the show. Billy liked it hard and fast. Like his life. When you were with him, you played by his rules. It didn’t matter what cards you thought you held.
Muted groans amplified her lack of resistance and his lack of dating protocol when a knock came on her apartment door. “Billy? You almost ready? You gotta be on stage in 20 minutes.”
“Ya … I’m coming,” Billy panted hard. And he did.
Zipping his jeans as he strode to the door, Billy paused and turned. “Thanks, baby. See ya soon.”
Society’s rules of engagement don’t really apply to rock stars … do they?
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** Thanks for the recipe Emeril!
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Read a little.
Drink a little.
It's on me.
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