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Do you smoke
after Sex?
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I don’t know,
I’ve never looked!
Look Out Below!
1 1/2 ounces 151 Proof Rum
2 teaspoons Lime Juice
1 teaspoon Grenadine
Add ingredients to a rocks glass filled with ice. Shake.
Enjoy!
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For my Father
One from the Archives
Originally published February 3, 2011
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“Why are you here?”
“You called me.”
“I did no such thing.”
“Yes… you did. You called to me in your prayers, in your silence. You called to me for months in your sleep, in your actions. You called me.”
“Well, I’ve changed my mind.”
“I’m sorry, that’s not an option.”
“What do you mean? That’s not an option. Of course it is! Everything has an option… everything. Doesn’t it?”
“Most things… yes. Unfortunately, there is no option here. You called me… and now… I am here.”
She turned her head away, gazing distractedly at the barren winter trees outside the frosted glass window. “Yes, it’s true, I did call for you. I prayed and begged for a solution. But, not this. Not against me.”
“It’s nothing AGAINST you. You are looking at it all wrong. This is FOR you. You called for me.”
“I told you, I’ve changed my mind.”
“It’s too late for that. I am already here.”
“No.”
“If it makes you feel better, I can tell you the words ‘I am sorry’, but I won’t mean them. I am here, because you called for me. And now, we must go.”
“Please… I’ve changed my mind.”
“You forgot to remember the platinum rule, my sweets.”
“What rule?”
“The one you’ve been telling people all your life.”
She looked at the entity with dull eyes, the dawn of understanding slowly sweeping across her decrepit sallow features. A tear escaped and glistened on her ancient sparse lashes as she remembered softly, “Be careful what you wish for.”
“Yes, that’s the one.” Death took her hand.
She surrendered her parchment paper limb to his touch and watched as he brought her hand to his lips and kissed it tenderly. Then turning it over, he kissed her palm and nuzzled her wrist with his skeletal nose.
Death’s skin was surprisingly warm. Or was it that she was already that cold?
Tears flowed freely, streaking her hollow cheeks as Death whispered up her forearm enveloping both their bodies, yet only touching one. Only touching her.
The flick of his tongue on her shoulder drew a gasp from her parched throat and her chest heaved in grateful contentment. “Yes, yes, I do want you. I didn’t change my mind. This is what I want.”
“I know, it’s why I am here, I already told you that. Now… relax. Allow me entrance. Feel my pleasures. Accept my gifts. Let me take you where you want to go.”
Death moved its hands across her frail body. Her ancient shriveled nipples perked unexpectedly against its touch.
She gasped again. “Please, don’t stop. Take me with you.”
Death held her breasts tenderly, lovingly. A slight pink blush running currents just below the surface of her bleached skin. He cupped the sagging flesh that was once so full and round and paid homage to the memory with a bow of his head and a smile of knowledge. She returned the compliment with a sigh, closing her eyes and allowing the pleasure of his touch to wrap her mind in bliss.
“You are beautiful… yes,” Death hummed in her ear. “Beautiful.”
She relaxed into Deaths grip as he hugged her close, her breath a mere shadow of its former self. Weakness overcame her every move. But, she no longer wanted to move… no longer needed to. She was satisfied to lay there and just … be.
Warmth suffused her body as Death continued his caress. He moved silently towards her center and sparks of hope and yearning glittered her thoughts as Its touch blanketed her. She felt burning desires that she hadn’t felt in years and she raised her hips against Deaths possession of her core.
“Oh.. yes!” she cried out as an abrupt overwhelming surge of ecstasy coursed her veins and curled the corners of her mouth. “Thank you.”
And even though no mortal heard her, for her lips had sealed in sleep hours before, Death saw her smile and witnessed her euphoria. She was at home now, at peace. And it pleased Death’s Soul to have brought her such pleasure in her final moments of Life.
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Beautiful Transition
1 ounce Vodka
1 ounce Peach Schnapps
Grenadine
Add ice, vodka and peach schnapps to a cocktail mixer. Stir. Strain into a chilled shot glass. Top with 2 or 3 drops grenadine. Toast to Life and throw back with gusto.
Enjoy!
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After an in-depth and completely accurate (in my opinion, and yes, I am currently reading it) book review of the ‘popular because it’s popular, not because it’s any good’ novel, Fifty Shades of Grey,
Remittance Girl put out a challenge. Write 2 versions of the same sex act. One vanilla and one kinky. Her thinking on this is, that these acts may look quite the same on the outside, but in reality, are perceived quite differently, depending on your point of view.
Here’s my go at it, I’d love to hear your thoughts on this!
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Vanilla
She lay naked and complacent on the pool float, eyes closed against the brightness of August. Cool water licked at her sun-heated skin and the dip of waves, caused by her husband’s perfectly executed cannonball, rocked her gently. Tiny splashes landed like raindrops, forming perfectly domed circles on her tanning flesh. The rhythm of the water was turning her on and she shifted on the raft, squeezing her thighs together.
Jordan’s shaved head broke the aqueous surface, causing another round of waves to rock her ever so slightly. He waded in close to her, lust dark in his eyes. “You look delicious lying there, baby. I just want to eat you up.”
The heat in her groin cranked up a notch. “Well, please do,” she offered, glancing sideways and raising a perfectly shaped eyebrow.
Jordan smoothed his hand from her summer pink toenails up over her leg, across her jutting hip bone and landed gently on her left breast. She let loose a deep, audible sigh as he slowly massaged a nipple.
Bending his head to her belly, Jordan planted fluttering kisses across her expanse as he continued to tweak her nipple. When he reached under her, and with strong arms, brought raft and all up from the water, she melted under his touch.
His tongue on her pussy was hot, in spite of her scorching skin. Burning hot. Ripples of pleasure inside her body matched the rocking of water on the outside. Feet slipping, she pushed against the fluctuating surface in vain. “Deeper Jordy. I need you deeper … Please!”
Jordan thrust his tongue fully inside her and curled it upward. Flexing his arms, he raised her floating body closer, burying his nose in her folds. His growl started low, a rumble from the beginning of time and ended in a shudder so needy, he nearly lost his footing. He lapped at her like a starving dog, spreading her fleshy lips. Then plunged his tongue into her again. And again. And again.
She reached for his head as she shook with orgasm, bending the raft in the middle. Water flowed over her hips and thighs, but Jordan didn’t let go. He submerged right along with her and held fast until her trembling stilled.
Finally coming up for air, a triumphant smile spread slowly across Jordan’s drenched face. ”Yum. You taste scrumptious, even with an added splash of chlorine!”
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Twist
She lay naked and complacent on the pool float, eyes closed against the brightness of August. Cool water licked at her sun-heated skin and the dip of waves, caused by her Dominant’s perfectly executed cannonball, rocked her gently. Tiny splashes landed like raindrops, forming perfectly domed circles on her tanning flesh. It reminded her of their wax play. A million bytes of energy being dropped on her belly. The sudden scald cooling to a hard pucker. The memory of it turned her on. She shifted on the raft, squeezing her thighs together.
Sir’s shaven head broke the aqueous surface, causing another round of waves to rock her ever so slightly. He waded in close to her, lust dark in his eyes. ”Well, my pet. Don’t you look delicious lying there. I think I’ll have myself a little snack.”
The heat in her groin cranked up a notch as he clasped each ankle and squeezed. She gasped and automatically raised her arms above her head. Grabbing the edges of the float, she imagined tightly knotted ropes rendering her immobile.
He admired her openly. Devouring her visually. Drinking in the curve of her back, the length of her neck, the tilt of her chin. He watched as she mentally struggled within her abstract bonds. His cock hardened.
Letting go of her ankles, Sir smoothed his hand from her summer pink toenails up over her leg, across her freshly waxed mound and landed solidly on her left breast. ”These are mine,” he claimed, possessively squeezing a nipple.
“Yes Sir, they are,” she responded, breath jagged and raspy with pride.
Bending his head to her belly, Sir marked the expanse with quick flicks of his tongue, never relinquishing ownership of her nipple. Pausing at her belly button, he reached under her, and with strong arms, brought raft and all up from the water. She cried out when he sucked her navel ring into his mouth and awarded her a sharp unceremonious bite.
“Look at this pussy that is mine. So needy and swollen. Such a delectable red. Tell me pet, what is it that you desire?”
“Your tongue please, Sir.” Her body writhed with every word. A serpent, wrapping a tree limb.
His tongue on her pussy was hot, in spite of her scorching skin. Burning hot. Ripples of lust inside her body matched the torrent of water on the outside. Feet slipping, she pushed against the fluctuating surface in vain. “Oh, please Sir. I need you deeper … please?”
Her Dominant thrust his tongue fully inside her and curled it upward. Flexing his arms, he raised her floating body closer, burying his nose in her folds. His growl started low, a rumble from the beginning of time and ended in a shudder so needy, he nearly lost his footing. He lapped at her like a starving dog, spreading her fleshy lips. Then plunged his tongue into her again. And again. And again.
“PleaseSirmayIcome?!?” Her words strung together as one, rushed out as she fought against the beginnings of orgasm.
“Yes slut.” His permission granted against her already soaked cunt.
Tightening her grip, she pulled against her perceived restraints and convulsed with release. The raft bent in half and water flowed over her hips and thighs, but Sir didn’t let go. He submerged right along with her and held fast until her trembling stilled.
Finally coming up for air, Sir leveled his gaze on her, watching as she licked her lips and regained composure. Cocking an eyebrow, he waited patiently.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“My pleasure, pet. Good girl.”
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Sun Kissed
2 1/2 ounces Citrus Rum
1 1/2 ounces Triple Sec
Splash of Grenadine
Dash of Lime Juice
Add ingredients to an ice filled cocktail shaker. Shake well. Strain into a chilled martini glass. Garnish with a lime twist.
Enjoy!
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Especially for Axelle and Sally
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“Shift your focus, darlin’.”
Billy’s soft command pricked my attention. Not that my attention needed pricking, mind you. It’s just that I thought I was thinking about what I was supposed to be thinking about … you know?
“Excuse me?” My words panted out on a breath as sheer as a gossamer curtain.
“I said, shift your focus. It will help you to climax.”
“Um. Okay.” I concentrated on the electronic pulse zapping my clit. It felt quite good. I mean, what woman doesn’t like being buzzed with a vibrator? Especially, when it’s being held by one of the sexiest men on earth. Well, in my opinion, anyway.
Billy isn’t the most handsome man I’ve ever dated. Not by far. Nor does he have the best body. But, oh god, the power of his mind and the way he carries himself, just makes me swoon. Every single, blasted time I see him!
His words send me to heights I had rarely experienced before we met. And his cock. Oh, his cock … is so fucking thick, it makes my jaw pop when I suck it. I love his cock. Soft and hard at the same time. Thick and creamy and satin smooth. Licking the length of it gives us both shivers. And his moans always feed my hunger.
The slight rearrangement of the battery operated phallic held against my pussy, jolted me from my thoughts. Yes, this really did feel good. Why the hell wasn’t I able to come? I wanted to come. I longed to come. Hell, I’ve got Billy Fucking Idol trying to make me come! I just couldn’t seem to quite jump over that edge to oblivion. Damn!
“Well, darlin’, if you’re not going to listen to me …”
Billy pinched my nipple. Hard. Successfully releasing my obsession with trying to make the vibrator weave it’s magic spell more efficiently. And my focus certainly was diverted from my cunt.
“OWWW!”
“Hush, darlin’. Don’t want the neighbors to hear you shouting.”
“How the hell are the neighbors going to hear, Billy? We’re in a hotel. A private suite, no less. Knowing your manager, he probably booked the whole floor for your entourage.”
Billy’s lips curled into that sexy famous smirk his fans go gaga over. Well, ya… I do too. And as much as I hate to admit it, it’s one of my weaknesses around him. That flesh for fantasy smirk. All rolling kink and stuff. Yum.
Pushing and pressing my breast between his slender, guitar-perfect fingers, I felt my nipple harden and respond in spite of the pinching pain. The heat trailed the length of his arm resting on my belly and ended where his other hand still held that cursed (or is it blessed?) vibrator to my rapidly swelling clit.
I couldn’t focus. Not on the pinching. Not on the vibration. My thoughts kept jumping back and forth, back and forth, trying to absorb all the sensations at once.
The confusion put me over the edge. And I came hard.
And that deliciously, sadistic, bastard Billy (and I say that in the most loving way), just kept grinning that magnetic sneer as I toppled completely under his mercy.
Again.
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Orgasm
1 ounce Coffee Liqueur
1 ounce Amaretto Liqueur
1 ounce Irish Creme Liqueur
Add coffee liqueur, amaretto and Irish creme to a cocktail shaker filled with ice. Shake until chilled. Strain into an ice filled rocks tumbler.
Enjoy!
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Recipe from: About.com Cocktails
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Oh, this guy is hilarious!
But, I’ve got to tell you… he certainly knows his stuff!
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Vineyard Juice
1 1/2 ounces Stolichnaya Vodka
1 1/2 ounces Triple Sec
1 1/2 ounces Pomegranate Cherry Juice
Add ingredients to a cocktail shaker filled with ice. Shake. Strain into a chilled martini glass. Garnish with a fresh lime wedge.
Enjoy!
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