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HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!

Tonight is my Son's favorite night of the year with exception of Christmas Eve. He has been ready for weeks. His costume is almost worn out from being worn so much over the past weeks. So rain or not (And there has been a lot of rain lately) we will be out trick or treating.

This weekend we got 8 inches of rain but it was actually a nice weekend with the kids. My daughter performed at a Halloween concert.
And my son was invited to a pizza making party. That was a lot of fun. Yesterday afternoon was a nice rainy afternoon watching horror movies on the tv.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HoVVfvh66oE - My daughter's performance. She is the one with the long black wig on


Enjoy your evening.

Phone Sex

-Hello?
Hi, what are you doing?
--Um, working
Are you busy?
--Sort-of, but I have a few minutes to talk
I was sitting here thinking about you
--Oh yeah?
I was thinking about your cock
--Oh?
I was thinking that I’d love to feel it inside me right now.
Would you like that? Sliding your cock into my dripping pussy?
--Ohhhh yes
I’ve been sitting here rubbing my pussy thinking how I’d like to lick you and suck you until your hot cock was ready for me.
--Wait

--Ok, I shut the door
Are you hard for me?
--Yes
Take your hard cock out for me.
That’s it, feel me around you, feel how hot and wet my mouth is.
Do you like when I suck you?
--I love when you suck my cock.
Take it all the way in.
--Ohhh yes.
I’m licking my way down to your balls, I want to taste them, suck them. I want to devour your gorgeous cock. I want to suck your head.
God, my pussy is so wet.
--Put your fingers in, fuck yourself with them.
Oh yes
--Lick your fingers, taste yourself.
Mmmmmm
Is your cock ready? Do you want to fuck me?
--I want to fuck you hard.
Do it then, slam your cock into me.
That’s it, fuck me hard.
Fill up every inch of my pussy.
Make me cum.
Harder, I need to feel you deep.
--I am so close, I want to cum all over you.
My pussy is dripping, fuck me harder, grab my hips, pull me into you.
--I can’t hold back.
Do it, cum for me.
--Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh
That’s what I like.
--You are so bad.
I know.
Have a good rest of the day and I’ll see you tonight.
I’ll be waiting…

Answer To My Dream Post

I do not usually post twice in one day but after receiving this email about my dream post, I just had to post the email here. I think this is my answer...


I did work several years
for a well know psychotherapist
When a relatively clear dream about a death, ( rather than one of
those mumbo jumbo dreams where every second something pops up and is non-recognizable) occurs, it is usually quite simple for interpretation. In your case, because of what I have
read in your blog about your ex-boyfriend coupled with bits of
info from you, your dream falls into the classic category, and
is simple to analyze.

Your dream very likely shows the awakening of a new life. Your
dead child was there because your mind needed to wake up
the presents of grief and fear. That dream and the emotions
attached to it was to show that you are becoming alive again,
enough to feel the grief and pain. In coming alive enough to
feel your emotions, you were feeling the pain of death.

I know this sounds complicated, so I'll be more specific. Your
complete severance with your ex-boyfriend imposed an emotional upheaval. You once loved him deeply and even today
there remains not only the memory, but still a bit of attachment,
which is normal. All these deep feelings were denied and buried
deep in your unconscious mind, and it decided to help you find
the experience, the feelings of grief, so that you can be totally
fresh and alive again to have happiness in the future.

In the dream your child who is really 6yrs
old, was presented to be 2yrs old, which was the length of the
relationship.

Can You Write For Me?

So today it's your turn - tell me what you want to do to me, how you'd love to take me, to fuck me... tell me what excites you... tell me what we'd do together if I was with you now, naked on your bed, aroused, wet, fingering myself as I watch you, wanting you... I want you to make me cum for you... I want to imagine you here with me, want to feel your breath on my skin, feel your body brushing against mine... I want to taste you...

Tell me what you want from me... touch yourself first, I want you to touch yourself as you think of me... I want you to feel every thrust, every pulse... masturbate with me, right now... let me watch you... and once you're nice and hard, when your intensely aroused... I want you to start writing for me... be as disgracefully explicit as you like... touch yourself as you write... I want this to excite you as much as it excites me... and I want your words to make me cum... urgently... intensely... thinking of you...

How do you want to fuck me...? Do you want to use me? Or perhaps you want me to use you, to take you, to hold you down as I fuck you hard... tell me what you want... I need to know... I need you to make me cum...

and if writing this excites you... if you can't hold back any longer... then cum for me... I want you to cum for me... and I'll cum with you...

My Dream

A while back I wrote a post of a dream I had. It was rather strange but some of you had good points of view of what is was trying to tell me. Well, last night I had a dream that was disturbing on so many levels. I am not the type of person who dreams very much or at least I don't remember them. This dream last most of the night, woke me up 6 or 7 times, and nothing strange happened in it. (you know what I mean? )

I was sitting at home (except I was living at my mothers house) the only other person there was my son who was 2. (he is 6 in real life) He was taking a nap on the couch when he died of a massive heart attack. I was very upset over this crying and holding him. The next day I went about my day, going to the grocery store and taking a walk, and people would ask me about Ryan and I would break down crying. I didn't tell anyone he died but it was like everyone knew. (This is weird) I was afraid to tell my parents that he past away. My daughter came home and saw me holding Ryan and telling him that I loved him, over and over. I told her what happened (then finally my alarm went off)

I never thought about a dream like I have thought about this one today. It was extremely upsetting to me. Any ideas as to what this could be about?

Secret

Some of you know that I am now a single girl once again. And there is always a certain thing, when dating, that I cant seem to tell people right off. I never had a problem with someone not understanding or is grossed out but I still have a hard time just coming out and saying it. I guess I never know how to approach the subject.

So for anyone out there who is reading this blog and want to get to know me on a more personal note, her is goes.... I am a Type I Diabetic. I have been this way for the past 20 years. I was just a kid. No one in my family has it and they are not really sure how I got it except they think I caught a bad viral infection that cased my pancreas not to work any longer. I wear an insulin pump, that can come off when I am in the shower or doing other naked type activities.

So now you know and I don't have to speak of it any longer. All I ask is...Love me for me.

Book Review?

I was reading a blog...(Not sure of the name) that reviewed Damnation / submission type books. And I came across this one, Below... It caught my eye because it stars my name and because of its subject line. Dont get me wrong I am not into this kind of slavery but I think it would intrigue me to read and follow. Has anyone read this book? Maybe you can give me your review.

CARRIE’S STORY by Molly Weatherfield

PUB. INFO: Cleis Press, 2002
GENRE: Contemporary BDSM
NARRATION: First Person
GRADE: B

From Publisher: “I had been Jonathan’s slave for about a year when he told me he wanted to sell me at an auction. I wasn’t in any condition to respond when he told me this…”
So begins Carrie’s tale of uncompromising sexual adventure. Imagine the Story of O starring a Berkeley PhD in comparative lit (who moonlights as a bike messenger) with a penchant for irony, self-analysis, and anal sex. Set in San Francisco and the Napa Valley, Carrie’s Story takes the reader on a sexually explicit journey into a netherworld of slave auctions, training regimes, and human “ponies” preening for dressage competitions.

Can You Read My Mind

I can't seem to control myself around you. I need you, here, now. I always need you but this is more urgent. I really need you NOW. Don't hesitate. Fuck me. Use me. Control me... That's it. Kiss me, hard. I want to feel your tongue in my mouth. Make me gasp for breath. Press your body into mine. I can feel your cock getting hard. I love that feeling. Grind your cock into me, urgently. Rip my shirt off. I don't care... I just need to feel you on my skin. Your rough hands over my skin. Pinch my nipples. You know how much I love that, roughly, make me cry out. Make my pussy ache for you. Make me grind my hips into you, your hard cock. Lick my breasts, suck them. Tangling my fingers in your hair. I need you so much... Take your shirt off. I want to feel your chest on mine. Feel my nipples brush against yours. God, I'm so wet. I need you to feel how wet I am. Push my skirt up. Rip off my panties. Feel me, taste me. I know you want to lick me. To taste my juices. Push me down on the floor. Spread my thighs. Put your tongue in my dripping pussy. Make me moan your name. That's right, fuck me with your tongue. Make me writhe on the floor. Flick your tongue over my hard little clit. Make my hips rock. God, I need to taste you. Take your pants off, now. Kneel over me. Let me taste your hard cock. Let me suck you. Run my tongue over you, swirling, licking, sucking. My lips on your cock. Making you groan. Reach back and finger my clit while I suck you. That's it... My pussy is aching for you. You need to fuck me. You need to fuck me, NOW. Do it. Fuck me hard. Push yourself in deep. FUCK ME PLEASE....

Masturbating for You

My hands run over my body and I let out a soft sigh. I need to ease the ache between my thighs. I need to touch myself. I need to cum. The feeling overwhelms me and I can't do anything else until I'm sated.

I'm already naked. I shed my clothes to the bedroom floor and now lie on the bed. The ache deepens. My fingers slide down my neck. I shiver with anticipation. My nipples are already taught when my hands find them. I feel the ache intensify. I roll them between my finger tips and gasp as a pulse begins in my pussy. I squeeze my thighs together wanting so much to cum. My breasts are soft and full in my hands as I caress them. My chest heaves with anticipation. If only you were here to watch me.

I slip one hand down. I know what to do to ease the ache. I know how to satisfy myself. I know you know this and the thought of having you as a voyeur stokes the flames further. The decision now is to make it quick and hard or draw it out slowly. My fingers slide through the wetness pooling between my thighs. Slick juices coat my fingers and I spread it around my clit. I moan softly. Electric waves run through me as my fingers start to circle my clit. The room has disappeared. The outside world has disappeared. Desire, need, want is all I feel.

I let my thighs fall open and slip my fingers to my cunt. Heat envelopes them as I slide two inside. I wonder what you would think now. Would you want to join me or continue to watch. I groan. My hips rise and fall. I need more. My other hand trails down, taking the place on my clit. My pussy throbs with pleasure. I imagine you inside me, filling me. I slide another finger inside, greedily filling myself, thrusting them in and out to keep rhythm with my hips. I lift my leg, needing to push deep, feeling the velvet walls of my pussy squeezing tight around my fingers. My arousal surges. My legs tremble. I wonder if you can feel me. I wonder if you know I'm masturbating for you.

"Fool me once, shame on him... Fool me twice, shame on me" Did Taylor Swift say that?

For Better For Worse?

Have you ever had an ex that pushes so hard to get back with you? I have been split up with my ex for some time now. And everyday he emails, texts, IMs or calls me. He tells me that he loves me and he is working hard so we can be together. He even promises me a ring.

The thing is...I just don't know. He lied to me in the past and I'm afraid this might happen again in the future. I do care for him and I did and maybe still do love him but can I trust him? Should I give him the benefit of the dought? Should I give him another chance?

If I go back to him, this could change my life. It would be a huge step for me. I have been single for 10 years and I'm not sure I have the strength to move forward.

I guess my real question is...Is this really about the lying or is it I am having trouble settling down? Should I take that leap of faith...

The Time of My Life

Had a great weekend! I was invited by a couple of my friends from Boston to join them in Orlando. Thursday night was a blast. We had dinner and then ended up at Howl at the Moon. Friday was spent by the pool and the pool side bar. Then off to Halloween Horror Night at Universal Studios. ( I highly recommend all of you to go) Saturday was back at the pool and the bar before I headed back home.

I think I have forgotten what it was like to have fun and to be with good friends. Even thou I was so very tired by the time I reached home... I loved every minute I was there