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HAVE A WONDERFUL WEEK, MY DEAR FOLLOWERS

Don't we all wish we were here?

World Peace

“Some men know that a light touch of the tongue, running from a woman’s toes to her ears, lingering in the softest way possible in various places in between, given often enough and sincerely enough, would add immeasurably to world peace.”

—	~Marianne Williamson

Just let go

Letting go is just the most difficult thing in the world when so many things are at stake, but you have to move on.  I'm still on a roller-coaster most of the time, but feeling better.  I need to take care of my children who also suffer at the moment.  They need a strong mom.  I am therefore  going to post less for a while.  I'm still there, answering messages and reading, but right now, some people need me as much as I need them, and I need to concentrate on them.  

Love you all, my lovelies!

There is beauty in the world

I haven't posted in a while, too busy, very emotional, lacking sleep, but life seems to be smiling at me these days!  I know this is a completely cheezy post, but there are days like this when you feel like under the influence of some illicit drugs or weeds, lol!  So be it!

After a while you learn

Kirsti Hunter

Here is another great poem that speaks a lot to me.  I found it on Kimberly Gray's blog, Tumblr (via middleofgray), she is worth the visit, please have a look at: http://mygrayline.blogspot.com/

After a while you learn

The subtle difference between

Holding a hand and chaining a soul

And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning

And company doesn't always mean security.

And you begin to learn

That kisses aren't contracts

And presents aren't promises

And you begin to accept your defeats

With your head up and your eyes ahead

With the grace of a woman

Not the grief of a child

And you learn

To build all your roads on today

Because tomorrow's ground is

Too uncertain for plans

And futures have a way

Of falling down in mid flight

After a while you learn

That even sunshine burns if you get too much

So you plant your own garden

And decorate your own soul

Instead of waiting

For someone to bring you flowers

And you learn

That you really can endure

That you are really strong

And you really do have worth

And you learn and you learn

With every good bye you learn

Veronica A. Shoffstall

It is the translation of following poem by Jorge Luis Borges

Después de un tiempo,

uno aprende la sutil diferencia

entre sostener una mano

y encadenar un alma,

y uno aprende que el amor

no significa acostarse

y una compañía no significa seguridad

y uno empieza a aprender.

Que los besos no son contratos

y los regalos no son promesas

y uno empieza a aceptar sus derrotas

con la cabeza alta y los ojos abiertos

y uno aprende a construir todos sus caminos en el hoy,

porque el terreno de mañana

es demasiado inseguro para planes...

y los futuros tienen una forma de caerse en la mitad.

Y después de un tiempo

uno aprende que si es demasiado,

hasta el calorcito del sol quema.

Así que uno planta su propio jardín

y decora su propia alma, en lugar

de esperar a que alguien le traiga flores.

Y uno aprende que realmente puede aguantar,

que uno realmente es fuerte,

que uno realmente vale, y uno aprende y aprende...

y con cada día uno aprende.

Moments

Pain, Fear, Anxiety, Ambulances, Hospitals, Doctors

Expectations, Questioning, Reassurance,

Relief, Medicine, Breakdown, Rest,

Responsibilities, Being Strong,

Facing the Truth, Arguing, Anger, Grief, Promises,

Crying, Distress, Needing Help,

Understanding, Sharing Worries, Feeling Relieved,

Friendship, Love, Hope?

Friendship, Love, Hope…

H O P E!

Fly Me To The Moon

Hello Darling,


How was your week-end in your faraway country?  On Saturday, we had great weather. No pressure, prepared a cake listening to music, belly danced when my son told me "mum, you look perfectly ridiculous, are you having a mid-life criris or what?" "No, darling, I'm just happy and don't give a damn about what you are thinking!" Poor thing, he just doesn't remember me in my happy days, the real me, a very long time ago!


Today again, a perfect day and woke up with this old Frank Sinatra song in my head, don't know where it came from.


Fly me to the moon
Let me sing among those stars
Let me see what spring is like
On jupiter and mars


In other words, hold my hand
In other words, baby kiss me


Fill my heart with song
Let me sing for ever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore


In other words, please be true
In other words, I love you


What would they say if I took some belly dance, or lap dance, or even pole dance lessons? I would just love to see their faces! Ha ! they would think I've gone crazy!


And then I think of us, of a perfect day together, next to the ocean, in a Zanzibar-style thatched-roof house, in a huge bed with a mosquito net around it. The breeze flies in through the terrace window. Some nice music playing, not too loud, and we lie on the bed. I massage you with some exotic scented oil, first your legs, your feet and your calfs, then your chunky black buttocks and your back, all along your spine and your shoulders, your neck, your arms. Doesn't that feel wonderful? Then you turn around and I splash some oil on my breasts and my stomach, and gently rub your magnificent dark skin with my body, MMMMMhhhhhhh! Nice, can you feel it?


You moan and kiss me with you gentle lips and caress my breasts, sweet tender kiss, becoming more and more passionate, I feel you becoming hard. I gently put my lips around the tip of you dick and lick it around and around, then go down along the shaft and take it all in my mouth, deepthroating you until you moan. How does it feel? I come back to your lips and suck your tongue, I inhale your breath and lock my eyes into yours. You caress my thighs and insert your fingers inside me, I am so tight, yet so wet and I cannot resist moving my hips up and down becoming completely breathless. I want to lick you all over, this is so good, I come down on you, slowly insert the tip of your cock inside me, and move my hips like a belly dancer, round and round, just a few inches, almost out again, and slowly inside again, start to moan very loudly and suddenly take you all inside of me. You whisper how good it feels, and I start again. I move up an down, our hands entangled, lick your neck, your ear, can feel goose bumps, your chest, suck your breasts, your lips, My lips feel all swollen, electrified. You roll me over, spread my legs apart and lick me, I lean towards you and take your cock into my mouth while caressing your balls. You then take me side-wise, my thigh on your hip, insert your rock hard dick into my slippery slit and caress my breasts as I pinch your nipples, moving my hips so that you feel my inside at different angles and every inch of it, I squeeze you more with each thrust, it drives you wild, I start to cry and pant. This makes you groan and grind even harder! We cum together, can you feel my inside pulsating? Can you be as loud as me? I look at you all the time because this is bliss. And then you take me in your arms, kiss my neck and we slip into unconsciousness, our bodies entangled, feeling so relaxed and good together. Oh this is so wonderful. I wish this could be true, HHHHMMMMM!!!!! What does it do to you?
And now fly me to the moon, tatata la la la la la le la la!

I love you beautiful darling! And I don't care if I'm crazy!

Chaud Lapin

Chaud lapin – A very raunchy person

One late spring Sunday, my love took me on his motorbike to the country side for a pic-nic. We found a nice sunny meadow with a little barn. After the pic-nic and a few glasses of wine, we felt sleepy and horny. We managed to get into the barn full of freshly cut hay. The only smell of it made me completely horny. I started getting up the ladder, when he pulled my leg and came up under my dress. "I love the smell of your pussy mixed to the smell of the hay" and he licked me. My legs were shacking and I started moaning. After a while, he put his fingers inside me and made me cum intensely. I barely made it up the ladder. There was an open window at the top. The view was peaceful and rabbits were happily hopping around. I was flat on my stomach, my dress still up above my buttocks and my love laid on top of me to glance at the rabbits. "I bet you won’t be able to count them!" He was licking me again from behind. I then heard him unzip his jeans and soon felt his bulging cock making its way up my slippery pussy. "One rabbit, two rabbits, three rabbits, Oh my God, four rabbits, Oh, oh, oh, six rabbits…. Hhmm, 10 rabbits, 11, 12, 13, 14…oh,oh oh, that’s is so good!!! 30, 45, 70, Faster! Faster!! 90, 110, 200, 573, deeper, deeper, this is so…. Oh my God, I love you, I love youuuuuuu!!!!!!!". "I love you too, my horny little rabbit!!! So, how many did you count?" Oh, fuck the rabbits, about a million!"

HAPPY EASTER!

Butterly click

Picture by Kassandra www.photosight.ru

Taking a moment just imagining that i'm dancing with you

I'm your pole and all you're wearing is your shoes
You've got soul, you know what to do to turn me on until I write a song about you
And you have your own engaging style, you've got the knack to vivify
And you make my slacks a little tight, you may unfasten them if you like
That's if you crash and spend the night

But you don't bode, you don't pay, you got everything you need
Except for me, sister you've got it all
You make the call to make my day
In your message say my name
Your talk is all the talk, sister you've got it all

Curl your upper lip up and let me look around
Ride your tongue along your bottom lip and bite down
And bend your back and ask your hips if I can touch
Well they're the perfect jumping up point
Getting closer to your butterfly

You float on by
Oh kiss me with your eyelashes tonight
Or Eskimo your nose real close to mine
And let's mood the lights and finally make it right

But you don't bode and you don't pay, you got everything you need
Except for me, sister you've got it all
You make the call to make my day
In your message say my name
Your talk is all the talk, sister you've got it all

You've got it all, you've got it all, you've got it all
You've got it all, you've got it all, you've got it all

Mmm mmm And all I really need to see
You pull your knee socks up
Let me feel you upside down, slide in, slide out
Slide over here, climb into my mouth now

Butterfly
Well you landed on my mind
Actually landed on my ear but you crawled inside
And now I see you perfectly behind closed eyes
I wanna fly with you
But I don't want to lie to you

But I can't recall a better day
Sun coming to shine on the occasion
You're sophisticated, lady, you've got it all
You've got it all to make my day
In your message say my name
Your talk is all the talk, sister you've got it all

You know that fortune favors the brave
But let me get paid while I make you breakfast
The rest is up to you, who makes the call
I never forget a face, 'cept maybe my own
I have my days, let's face the fact here
It's you who's got it all

I can't recall a better day
Sun coming to shine on the occasion
You're an open-minded lady, you've got it all

You've got it all, you've got it all, you've got it all
You've got it all, you've got it all, you've got it all
You've got it all, you've got it all, you've got it all

You've got it all, you've got it all, you've got it all

Butterfly, baby, you've got it all

Butterfly - Jason Mraz

I love this song, it makes me feel happy.  Jason Mraz is very popular over here.

One year later

Exactly one year ago, on Valentine’s day, I took the decision to divorce. I was angry, depressed, but determined. Almost paralyzed by a serious lumbago, stuck in bed for a week reading was my only occupation. My daughter had been offered the complete series of Twilight books for her birthday, being in a period of self-pitying, I left myself sink into the drama and came to realize that maybe I would never again be able to experience such intense feelings, which made me utterly depressed. Where had the love gone after such a long marriage? Was my life going to continue like this, in a routine from which feelings of love and belonging had disappeared, where we only stayed together because of the children? With a non existent sex life? With endless frustration and frequent arguments? I was slowly dying.

I took the decision to change things in a way that would make me take a different direction. Once my back stopped killing me, I started exercising again and watched my diet. In less than three months, the scale indicated a drastic weight loss and I slowly regained some self-confidence, feeling a lot sexier. Fortunately, in late March I was sent to Africa, where I worked for two full weeks, followed by another two weeks of holiday. At this point in my life, these are the only moments when I am really happy and completely myself.

My trip was wonderful. It gave me the opportunity to meet a friend I had not seen in three years and it was great. I felt appreciated and easygoing. What a booster for my ego.

When I came back, my husband must have felt a change, we made love for the first time in over two years. My friend kept writing to me and our messages became more and more intense. I was addicted to his mails, we also texted. I felt happy for the first time in years and more determined than ever to divorce. I went for some legal counseling. Things were not going to be simple, moneywise especially. I informed my husband of my intention to divorce. I took him completely by surprise, he felt hurt. However, the situation deteriorated again because of the fact that my husband had been jobless for well over three years - with no unemployment benefit whatsoever - and because of our financial situation. The result was that as long as my husband was dependent on me, and being absolutely worshipped by the children, I could not ask him to leave. This was in August.

I was sent to Africa again in September, very intense work; while there, took some time off again, wonderful! However, things deteriorated even more when I came back, moneywise. My friend stopped writing to me. His wife had read one of my texts and gave him hell. Depression caught up on me, that was when I started wondering about blogging. My husband had finally accepted the idea of divorcing, but with Christmas nearing, we decided to go on a truce. The three weeks I stayed at home were almost dreamlike - steaming sex, no arguments, more sex - and he found himself a job at the start of the new year, a short-term with the hope of signing a contract next June. Moneywise, things are still very difficult. We are completely broke.

Now, one year later, I feel we have become friends again, if not completely husband and wife - the love is definitely gone for me. We are still not divorced. He does not communicate much, but I have the feeling he is hoping that with a new job things will ease up, and we will stay together. We are like best friends in our good moments, we have brought up three wonderful children, but we have been hurting each other, the children have not seen me happy in a very long time. At worst, they cannot remember their mom as a happy person, what image do they have of me?

I am fed up with the waiting. I would like my life to move on. I can only hope that we will behave like responsible adults, stay friends and manage amicably.

I am determined to make it happen.

The dream

His head resting on his folded forearm, I looked at him dozing. His full lips were slightly open, he breathed deeply, regularly. I loved everything in him. As I looked at him, I fell into a deep sleep feeling safe and happy.

From my deep sleep, I spaced between sleep and wakefulness where I felt light fingertips on my blouse buttons, and in a place where I was painstakingly conscious of each of their caresses, as of the faint breath of his opened mouth when he bend over me, but I did not move, I refused to admit I was awake. As long as I was asleep, it was something he was doing to me, something I did not have to decide. He opened my blouse so delicately. When he bent over me I could feel his shadow between the light and my closed eyes. His lips brushed my eyelids, landed on my mouth. He only held on to my hand, resting on it while he smelled my skin and licked it. The heat exploded in me and I desired him like I had never desired anyone else. I put my hand on the nape of his neck, pulled his mouth towards mine and kissed him deeply, but my hands met horns, the roots of which were buried in this hair. He was not at all a human! His musky scent surrounded us. He rubbed against me spreading his scent on my body. It was the doing of an animal, shocking and strange, but his scent was irresistible, it was rich, spicy, wonderful, so wonderful. I knew that as long as I would smell it, I would desire him. I rubbed against him. Like a cat in heat. He caressed me like no one had ever caressed me, awaking instinctive reactions I did not even know I had. Making me react like an animal. I felt hairy legs parting my thighs. I was making love to an animal. A goat. I suddenly opened my eyes. In a panic, shacking, “No”, I shouted, while brown hands grabbed my shoulders and forced me to lie down. During a terrifying moment, I believed he was going to force me, nail me down because he was stronger than me, like an animal, but no.

He remained lying on top of me, keeping me still yes, but only with his hands. I looked at his face trying to read his thoughts. There was nothing of an animal in the depth of his eyes, or at least no more than in my own. There was only Pan and what he was, neither human, nor animal. Nevertheless, he looked more like me than any other creature I may have met. We knew each other too well for letting anything come between us. What we were about to do went beyond all the laws of those of our species. My doubts had escaped me, leaving only desire.

I put my hands on his thin hairy goat hips and pulled him towards me. His hair was silky, his muscles firm, my hands slipped on his fur. I could not get a proper grip of him. He calmly resisted, forcing me to admit it was my needs I wanted to satisfy. It was something that had to come from me. I gave in and pulled him harder, but he still resisted. And I saw him smile. His mouth met mine, sweet as flowers, spicy as herbs, warm as the summer. Pan sled into me, warm and wet.

***

He slowly woke up; I could feel his erection against my thigh. He started very slowly, a rhythm for sleepy bodies on a sunny summer day, an exchange that led us languorously and doubtlessly to complete satiety. “First times are particularly charming”!

(Free adaptation of a piece of a novel by Megan Lindhom “Cloven Hooves”)

Incestuous twin sister

My hips were still moving to the rhythm of the song. So very enticing. I could feel him getting hard. A loud moan filled the room. “Oh, you are such a tease! Come over and get it”. He took me by the shoulders and bit my lips softly, I ate his mouth greedily, licked his neck, his collarbone; I almost ripped his shirt open in my urge to feel and taste his skin with my tongue. When both our shirts were on the floor, I covered him with my breasts. My nipples and stomach wanted to feel his heat and softness. Soon, our clothes were off and like a snake, my body slithered on his warm skin, it was such an overwhelming feeling. I licked his armpit, his nipple; he let out a gentle moan. I took my time, eyes closed, to get to his bellybutton, on the line of hair that showed me the way to what my mouth was eager to discover. I met a wet spot. My mouth found what it was hungering for. He was impatient. “Suce, salope! (slut)” I placed the head in my mouth, I first circled my tongue around the tip sending shivers down his spine until he closed his eyes. I swallowed him whole playing around his shaft with my tongue. He started to move in and out of my mouth. “Suce! Oui, comme ça, c’est si bon! Encore, continue, salope!” At the same time, I was playing with my clit, soon getting dripping wet. He pulled my hair, making me move faster, making me gag, saliva spilled over my breasts. When he was about to cum, he pushed me away and opened my thighs, bending over, his mouth ate my ripe plum with squishy noises. I was already shuddering with pleasure when he stopped and ordered me to sit on his lap. I straddle him, lowering myself slowly over him, until I could feel him completely filling me, our bodies like two pieces of a puzzle completed one another so perfectly. Gliding along his shaft, up and down, I was still staring at him. His expression was a mixture of lust, impatience, astonishment, and yes, happiness. He whispered in my ear: “I seem to have finally found you”. Oh, this made me go wild. Staring into his eyes, I could see a reflection of my own emotions. He then kissed me with such passion, his fingers entwined in my hair. We could hardly breathe and suddenly, it happened. The explosion. He was thrusting and moaning in a high pitched voice, wrapping his arms around me, not wanting to let go, biting my neck while I felt myself liquefying and crying loudly, my nails digging into his back. We were wet and slippery. We could not let go. I rested my hand on his chest, his heart was pounding madly. After a very long moment, when we came to our senses, he looked at me with a loving smile: “Will you be my incestuous twin sister from now on?”
(To be continued)

My Sunshine

He pushed me into the bathroom, locked the door and turned off the light. In the dark, he hugged me with a sigh. I could feel his breath on my neck. He gently rubbed his cheek against mine. I touched his hair and he kissed the nape of my neck. I felt at home in his arms, it was so welcoming. "I know he makes you unhappy, I wish he would understand. I love you". "I love you too, baby." He rubbed my back and I hugged him even tighter. He is my love, my sunshine, my son.