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FWD: My ambrosia

Exposed legs, open bottle of wine and the dust of the day is a-coming.

You have waited for me. You sat near the window and swam in deep thoughts.

I wondered do you think of me, sipping the sweet red wine?

I have been adrift in the thoughts of you, all day. I needed to kiss your trembling lips and have your perfect legs encircling my body.

You run to me as I come to you. Meeting halfway and I whispered as our lips meet.  You are my ambrosia. My only sweet dream.

Coyote/John Castellenas


FWD: Free

Painting by Steve Hanks

I fly with the wind
I am free, nobody can
Put me in chains.

I come and go in this world,
I have broken all the chains.

Via Hortus Closus

Guestblog: Hasty words

Poetry, poems and real life stories, always enjoyable and throughtful posts.

I present: Hasty words

In her own words:
I am just a girl trying to create rainbows in a world where my mind is held prisoner!  I write a lot in order to gain perspective, purge my soul, retain my memories, and to put into words what my tears and laughter are trying to say!  I don’t like to think about the rules of writing etiquette when I write.  I free flow my thoughts and write them however they come.  Many times they are complete nonsense but the world is full of nonsense.  I write about my family, my friends, strangers, and myself.  Many times I put myself into another person’s shoes in order to gain perspective about a situation or event.


Her final role
Phantom spasms span her being

Rendering her anxious and awake
She can’t sleep, for days it seemed An endless, wordless movie reel spins
A crazy off course carousel in her head Her inner voice screams to be heard
Her friend’s voices loud and concerned What is wrong with you silly girl?
This movies is yours, you are the lead
You wrote the script the director yells Your messing it all up the costars moan Writing too many unfinished stories
The credits at the end need to be cut
The critics are complaining the star
Well, she is schizophrenic and can’t deal Her delusions and paranoia are not real She decides they are right as she sits Erasing the reflection in the mirror
The ending to this story ends here Resigning her authorship, she stands
The mirror breaks, shards drip
As she steps into her final role,
the end

Attrated to distraction

I have been trying to write this blog the last few days but I kept getting distracted.  I am convinced I am attracted to all forms of distraction.  I have a to do list that keeps getting longer, and goals that inevitably keep getting pushed further and further into the future.  In talking to my best friend, who is currently in college with homework coming out his ears and a part time job, it was easy for me to see the distractions in his life.  Well… was easy for me to see what distracted him but what about what distracts me?  Are distractions distracting me?  I know I have always been fairly oblivious to my surroundings but distractions are different.  Not all distractions are bad and sometimes they are necessary and very much needed, however; uncontrolled, unnoticed distractions keep us from reaching our full potential!

I decided to make hunting for distractions a priority.  At first they were hard to find because they had creeped into my daily routine.  They were sneaky and easy to justify in the beginning.  Eventually, I could see distraction in nearly everything around me….sitting there crouching waiting to pounce on any attention I might give. … Read more

It wasn’t love

Seeing you happy without me is hard

It breaks my heart every time I hear your name

I shed a tear every time I hear your laugh

When you compliment others I die a thousand deaths

I thought I loved you but I can see now I never did

Because if I loved you

I would delight in your happiness

Instead of tears of sadness

I would be shedding tears of gladness

When Gravity fails

When gravity fails

When I begin to float away

Your smile grounds me



Bloggers paradise


I dont know about all you other bloggers out there but think we all got our space where we feel great just sitting, writing, composing our blogposts. For me this space is Costa coffee shop on the wencelas square, I do need  my table/couch, if someone else is sitting there, everything feels wrong 🙂 so my sunday today have been sitting here for 3 hours just relaxing and reading blogposts, life feels good. Happy sunday all.

And now for some of the posts/blogs I have been enjoying today and yesterday:

24 femmes per second, a great blog with sexy actresses from 50s and the 60s.

A lovely day friday when every Friday is boob day. Curvy, small, big, all sizes of sexy blogger boobs are on display.

A never disappointing blog A nine pound hammer.  Always great vintage photos.

I’ve loved you for a thousand years, maybe more.
Your light guides this heart of darkness
To a brighter place.
Your touch soothes the skin I can no longer feel.
Your voice made by angels sings
A lullaby that calms the demons
In my soul
And for that I am thankful

From Angelic dreams and devilish desires

and last but definitely not least, lovely Lucy V, click on the link for more over at Summertimes dungeon.


Guestblog: Mew Tube

So finally a UK blogger in the midst of my inbox of happiness, Kyle at Mew Tube is one cool dude with one wild imagination and great way of writing. Erotica, humour, poetry and everyday nonsense in one splendid way. The man is also a Portsmouth football fan but I’ll let that go for now, we can’t all be perfect Hot smile so without further ado:

I present Mew Tube!

In their own words:

  • i am a writer and a designer and a developer and a layabout bust
          • i have been a cartoonist and a soldier and a web designer
          • i have been a teacher, an addict and a street fundraiser
          • i live in london but spend most of my time in wordpress
          • i like to do voluntary work and single mothers
          • i have had radio plays broadcast and a book on programming published
          • i like to type in lower case because it is easier to masturbate when you don’t have to use the ‘shift’ key
          • i have no idea what this blog is about



So here comes my lucky number 5 randomized posts from his blog (except for the 1st one which is always going to be the 1st blog post they’ve made).

His 1st post:

gadiators-posterEntrance of the Gladiators

Entrance of the Gladiators was the first radio play I wrote. It was broadcast on Resonance FM on 15 Feb 08. It is a dark comic horror story of bungled suicide and was performed live by Sarah Pemeberton, Jasmina Rahman, Jason Hain and Peter Savizon.

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What’s up?
No, go on?
I’m alright.
No you ain’t.

What’s up?
I dunno.
I fell in love.
Yeah we did.

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This is what i love about the internet

Just had to blog about this wonderful site a friend shared with me today. This sweet and simple little idea really cheered me up at a time when I really needed it.


I think most people probably know it and, as usual, I am probably the last human on the planet to have discovered it. Sure, it is puerile and pointless and does nothing. Maybe it even makes light of some peoples’ real problems but I kept on clicking on it and I swear it made me feel better.

However, another friend pointed out that the idea is messing with the observer paradox, which when you think about it, it kinda does.

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I want to be a woman

Just for a day,
Or maybe a weekend,
I want to be woman.

man-enough-duI want to know
What it feels like to have breasts.
I want to lift up my t-shirt
And flash them at a stranger
Just to enjoy the look on his face.

I wanna know what it feels like
To have a clit,
to play with it.

What does it feels like
For a woman to orgasm?
Is it the same?
Is It better?

I want to know
What it feels like to get fucked,
To spread my legs
And wrap them round you,
Pulling you into me,
Throbbing, Happy,
Feeling you empty your soul
And your nuts
Inside me.

I wanna stand up to the bullies,
Meet some guy that treats me like an object
And kick him so hard in the nuts
That he’ll never walk the same again.

Just for a day,
Or maybe a week,
I want to be woman.

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Bare your sexual soul day

Gillian Colbert of Black Door Press has declared February 28th “Bare your sexual soul day”. So I thought I’d have a go. Before I start I want to recommend this post by, which is part of that. Its red hot stuff.

crimson_magnificentI thought about writing about one of those sexual fantasies that I’m kinda ashamed of, like having the woman I love make me watch her get fucked by another, better  endowed, man and then have her watch me get fucked by him, but then I thought “No. I can write up a dirty fantasy any day of the week. I can go deeper than that.” So, what better way to bare my sexual soul than to tell you all what a slut I am and then to tell you to all fuck off!

I have had to do a lot of thinking recently – its been horrid – I’ve hurt people over the last few months – but I’ll come back to that.

You meet a lot of people on the internet – I seem to meet a lot of women – I like to think that its because women like me and my words but it may be just that I like them. I don’t know.

I looked through my Farcebook mates just now and over 70% of them are women. I thought about the people I know in meat-space, and wondered if it was the same. At first I thought ‘No. Most of my mates are men.’ I love my male friends, we seem to understand each other, the importance of video games and football, and we get to say stuff you can never say in front of women and it is fun and dear. Then I thought about who I talk to about the really important things in life and realised it was my girl friends. So, I still don’t know.

I am a slut.

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Guestblog: The Milf Diary

Ok this girl has just started her blog this month, may 2012 but she has taken my inbox with storm, so many stories coming from the truly filthy mind of  Milfee (and I love it!). Sexy, erotic, and outrageous sex stories and fantasies that will make you gasp and in need of plenty of cold showers.  Plus she is a bloody stunner as well and not afraid to show it…

I present The Milf Diary

In her own words:

I am a full time caregiver to adults with disabilities and a full time MILF. This is my story as a mother to a 2 year old boy, a lover, a sex addict and a MILF. So come share your adventures with me, and I will share mine as well. Enjoy!



So here comes my lucky number 5 randomized posts from her blog (except for the 1st one which is always going to be the 1st blog post they’ve made).

Her 1st post:

For Starters….

san-jose-20120127-00546This is the first post I have written on here so I do not know exactly where to begin. A little bit about myself, I am not your everyday blond bombshell. I am much more than that. I am proud to say that yes, I am a MILF. I struggle with it everyday whether it be random men picking up on me at the gas station or guy friends wanting to be something more. Men have an issue with the fact that I am taken, I am sexy, and I am confident. I have a bit of an obsession with getting ink work done on my body, it tells my story without even having to talk to anyone and the fewer words I have to say to people, usually the better. I have a horrid way with getting my words out, usually that leads to trouble in a good way or sometimes in a bad way. I usually keep quiet around men, they think I am being mysterious, in reality it is because they probably would want to duck tape my mouth shut, bend me over the table and have their way with me. I do have an awful laugh so I assume that also portrays into the ducktape fantasy or gag ball fantasy. Either way, I cannot complain I suppose.

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I want to be…

I want to be held.

I want to be teased.

I want to be tormented.

I want to be kissed.

I want to be fondled.

I want to be groped.

I want to be pinned.

I want to be licked.

I want to be nibbled.

I want to be choking on cock.

I want to be pleasing you.

I want to be fucked.

Over and over.

>> Read it here

Hotel Room service Anyone?

I miss going on trips to hotels with my man. Going out of town just to get a hotel for a few nights, have a few too many shots of Whipped Smirnoff Vodka to the point I lose all inhibitions and let him have his way with me, any place in that room, any place on me. Playing with plugs in my ass as my pussy is being penetrated. Being tied up by my his shirt and using my g-string as a gag. I miss those kinds of days.


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I miss you…

…You come up behind me, lay on top of me and trace your fingers on my neck, drawing them up to my ear, tickling me lightly. I love the attention you are giving me. You drag your fingers down my spine and stop at my tail bone. You laugh a little bit more. I can tell you love teasing me. I do not blame you either because I am enjoying this quite a bit myself.


You trace my neck to spine with the tip of your tongue, kissing me every so often as you work your way back down. I can tell you have missed me quite a lot and you are making up for lost time. I feel you strip me down, removing my bra and thong. As you press up against me, I can tell you are undressed as well. I feel your hard, throbbing cock behind me, pressing against my tight ass. I ask you what I feel against it, and you deny it being there so I let you off the hook even though I know better.

>> Read more…

Audrey Hepburn

“There is more to sex appeal than just measurements. I don’t need a bedroom to prove my womanliness. I can convey just as much sex appeal, picking apples off a tree or standing in the rain.”
– Audrey Hepburn



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Guestblog: Gillian Colbert

There is so many superb blogs around on WordPress and the net so in hope that people want to find new ones, I thought I might do a post now and then about my favourites out there…

The first one up is Gillian Colbert and her blog Black Door Press

One amazing blogger who has a superb mix of erotic novels, poetry and sexy pictures. But she is also not afraid to talk about herself. So if you feel like you want to enjoy some clever writing I can promise you a brilliant time on her blog.

In her own words:

Gillian Colbert

25868b428f97c78d4a374a7e07108e42Gillian Colbert discovered writing later in life, but is now addicted to words, syllables and phrases. She loves books and stories of all shapes, sizes and genres, but most of all Gillian loves to write about people overcoming their insecurities and finding their mate. After all, risk and passion are what make life worth living.
In her spare time, Gillian is a mother and dog owner. Her two Pitbulls have proven to be a love story in and of themselves. Every day, their affection and bond grows and deepens. In truth, their deep canine affection with its angst, joy, play and encouragement is inspiration for Gillian. Everyone should love so purely.

“The art of writing is the art of discovering what you believe.” – Gustave Flaubert


So here comes my lucky number 5 randomized posts from her blog (except for the 1st one which is always going to be the 1st blog post they’ve made).

Her 1st post:

The Art of Writing Smut

“… For me, when I’m writing the sex scenes, I know I’ve got it right when I also respond to what I’m writing. If the scene I just wrote left me flat, I delete it and start again. Sex is not purely physical. A huge part of it is mental and emotional. I don’t care how physically stimulating sex is, if I can’t get my mind off the chores or the grocery list, nothing is going to happen.

As an author, I believe it is my job to capture the reader’s imagination. To make them a voyeur into the lives of the characters I’m writing about. I can only do that if I engage their senses along with their imagination. By its very nature, that means that my own are engaged as well. Some of my favorite scenes left me breathless and edgy.

I guess, in all, what I’m trying to say is if you aren’t emotionally and sensually engaged in the telling of the story, how can your audience be engaged in the reading? All writing should be self-seductive into what ever state of mind is called for.”

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My Bitch Card Has Been Revoked

For the vast majority of my life, I’ve been able to turn on my “Bitch” at a moment’s notice. She was always in my back pocket ready to shield me from the assholes and dickheads of the world waiting to step on my Magic Shell® coated heart. I relied on her to stand between me and the hurt feelings I was so determined to avoid.

I looked for her tonight. I couldn’t find her.

>> Read more…


Gillian’s Sexual Bucket List
…  My one and only item on my bucket list is to find a man whom I trust and respect enough to offer him my mind, body and heart with no reservation. Who cares enough for me that he will take my gift and reshape it in such a fashion that I am only improved for it. Whose domination of me is the symbiosis of my submission and therefore we are nothing but synergistic together. My sexual submission to this man will determine every experience thereafter.

I will be his to shape, his to master, his to play. The song I sing with my pleasured sighs and pained orgasmic cries will be his to conduct. I will be the instrument of his pleasure and he will tune me as he sees fit. The resulting melody we make is all the satisfaction I’ll need.

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The Fallacy of a Woman’s Sexual Prime


At thirty-eight years old, I am supposedly entering my sexual prime. Now, I admit that I’ve become possessed by the hormones of an adolescent teenager and have sex on the brain a ridiculous amount of the time. However, I also notice a proportional rise in my desire to have another baby before I run out of time and then it hit me. The “sexual prime” for a woman is really just sneaky biology trying to get that last ditch effort in to use your eggs before they expire for good.

What better way to get you to fulfill your biological imperative to contribute to the survival of the human race through procreation than by creating in you a simultaneous urge to fuck your everlovin brains out. More bang for the buck so to speak. Or should it be more bang in the fuck??? I know that kind of sucked, but I’m in a “seriously bad pun” mood. *heehee*

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Mind Trip Visions

My gaze falls on the page
I want desperately
to write something sage,
poignant or profound

Words bounce ’round
my brain. Struggling
in vain for release

There’ll be no peace
in me until all can see
this poem picture
of mind trip visions

That lays siege
to this mental stricture
imposed by my insecurity

By my desperation
to achieve poetic purity

That perfect translation
of image, scent and touch

I don’t think I’m asking too much

A blank canvas layered in ink,
syllables and words

A symbiosis of thought
and expression

My nerves stretch tight
I sink towards depression

I’ve tried with all my might
but now must concede
else watch my picture recede
from my perception

I guess I’ll have to be satisfied
with perfect imperfection.

>> Read it here…

Sexy poetry


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