i’m awake – though all logic is against it. There’s an oven full of potatoes baking for a variety of meals ahead and i actually ate breakfast today (bagels and cream cheese, not the most balanced, but a start). As i pulled potatoes to bake, i stopped to make my daily pic for S. Giggle… … Continue reading
Tag Archives: orgasm
Without you the seeds root … the flowers bloom
i had my first orgasm without you, baby i haven’t even wanted to touch myself since the last time we fucked. Today… it had to be done. i had to feel something… anything… that would make me think that it would be okay… that it could be okay… without you. i try to limit my blog … Continue reading
that one won’t count
It was annoying as fuck… you sitting in the bed next to me reading. Were you really reading? Pretending, i suspected. Simple enough… touch myself… So flippant, you were. “That pussy isn’t going to fuck itself and i’m not fucking you until you cum for me, bitch” i was horny as hell but wanted teeth … Continue reading
when buddha stroked
i assume the Buddha masturbated…i assume that the Christ also masturbated…as did his mother. They were humans, after all… if they existed at all… they were humans with all the human desires. Someone’s likely to get their panties in a bunch over this, but only (in my opinion) because they equate masturbation with sin or … Continue reading
gathering moss… a stone stops
i’ve been largely absent from this blog – not because i have nothing to say but because i’ve no desire to say it all here. It is enough, right now, for me to experience things and reflect on them. Still, i miss the process of putting my thoughts down on paper screen, seeing them in … Continue reading
i yam what i yam
This past weekend, i was cleaning and i moved the kitchen storage unit in front of one of the windows to discover this poor fellow behind. Having been passed over for dinner, he was about the business of becoming a plant. His determination was admirable. i fished him out, handed him to K and pronounced … Continue reading
TangOrgasm
Every wave is different. This puzzles and delights me. You puzzle and delight me. When we meet, the waters are often still and smooth… beautiful… soothing, even. Then there are the unexpected waves that knock me off my feet … leaving me bewildered… gasping for air Or the waves that come one right after the … Continue reading
You, you got that something
you floated into a fantasy today and lingered there as i touched myself my fingers were your fingers… my fingers became your tongue He watched as you got me off and off and off later, when i was having dinner with friends, it came back to me… when the waiter touched my shoulder… just there … Continue reading
Chopin? only when it rains… or I clean house… or I have sex
Ah, rain and the music of Chopin. I imagine the two things got intertwined in my brain as a child, listening to the rain on the trailer roof… and always classical music it seemed (well, nearly always). I forgot I had all these digital files… I’ve been listening to music tonight as I try to … Continue reading