Oh yeah, it's that time of the year. Too much food, too much booze, travelling here and there without enough sleep. Fun times, I tell you. All joking aside, I enjoy this time with our families. I might even have time to read a few magazines between naps!
I also hope I can keep up with blog reading and throwing in a comment here and there... perhaps under the influence, which should be funny. It's too bad I don't have anyone to text with or email with while one - or both - of us is drunk. ;-)
Wishing everyone a Merry Christmas (or happy holidays; whatever floats your boat). All the best for 2011!!
XO
Friday, December 24, 2010
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Enough
I'm a woman who holds on, tries her best and wants to make things right. I don't like giving up, I don't like walking away from a challenge or throwing away the towel. I don't think I'm clingy, I know when to take a hint (sometimes it has to be very obvious though...), but I'm stubborn. I'm also a very emotional person and also very susceptible. And impulsive too! Sometimes I'll speak harsh and spiteful words motivated by pain, anger or disappointment. Other times, I'll take it all on me, keeping it in, then let it explode when it's just too much.
Hell, I wouldn't be a woman if I wasn't all of that, right? ;-)
The other day was just too much. I've been in a pissy mood lately, with good reasons I believe. I've been understanding and patient - as I've always been. But there are too many disappointments over a discussion/closure I feel I'm entitled to and that doesn't seem to happen.
I then said to myself "enough". Why do I have to give so much when I receive so little in return? I don't want to let *this* affect me anymore.
Hell, I wouldn't be a woman if I wasn't all of that, right? ;-)
The other day was just too much. I've been in a pissy mood lately, with good reasons I believe. I've been understanding and patient - as I've always been. But there are too many disappointments over a discussion/closure I feel I'm entitled to and that doesn't seem to happen.
I then said to myself "enough". Why do I have to give so much when I receive so little in return? I don't want to let *this* affect me anymore.
I sent him a heartfelt email and said I was taking a break from all of this. It's not goodbye for him & I, but it's a fucking long break ahead of me, for me. In the meantime, I'll miss him, but I wish he'll miss me more...
(I'm not taking a break from blogging, no worries!)
Monday, December 20, 2010
Why I do that, part 1 (intro)
I approached the topic of my relation with my husband on the previous blog. I meant to write about this in more details, but I never really got to do that, for x reasons. Well it's time to change that, because there is a lot to tell!
A recap: somewhere mid-2010, I hit a point where I was simply fed up with my life, with our life together. While I had been enjoying some "on the side" action without his knowledge, I needed to shake things up. We have been together for over 10 years now and even though we are best friends, we aren't best lovers or best hubby/wife. I love him, but I'm not in love anymore. I don't know if a lot of couples go through this at some point. Anyway... when people look at us, they see a normal couple. I clean, I cook, I do the groceries, I pay the bills, I do a lot in this house. I'm being the perfect wife, at least I give that impression. He does his fair share too, such as the guy stuff. We don't have children and I never wanted any of my own, although right now, I might be turning around on that idea.
Our activities aren't extravagant. We don't travel much - except for one vacation last year under the sun, our first together; our cars are paid for and we don't have expensive tastes. Our clothes are standard, our cars are middle line, our house isn't the biggest, it's modest, but it's only 2 of us and we don't need a huge house. Our lives are pretty standard. We both work full time, we don't make huge amounts of money, but we aren't struggling for it. I'm thrifty and take care of what I own. I have enough money to get by for a while if I lose my job. We don't really go to restaurants, although lately, I've been growing tired of always eating the same thing and of cooking; lack of inspiration I suppose. I am in awe of mothers who can put a meal every day on the table, something home cooked that every one enjoys. We both have some outside activities that aren't common and I enjoy that time on my own; these activities were also a great excuse to be out of the house and attend some "extra activities", if you know what I mean.
So I hit a point where I needed change. We had been on therapy earlier in the year, couple counseling, but we both realized that it wasn't really working. Perhaps we had the wrong counselor for us. Communication was the biggest obstacle between us. Since then, it has improved significantly. But the real issue isn't solved.
While I never mentioned on the other blog what the problem is, I will here. My husband has erectile dysfunction. Sometimes the plumbing work, but we are unable to pinpoint exactly what is the trigger when it does. We tried everything possible. He did tests after tests. They cannot find what is wrong. While in the beginning, sex was somewhat normal, it never was that often. I didn't really care at the time, I was more looking for a life partner and someone to come home to, who'd be at my side always.
For the last 5 years though, well... maybe more than that, I started to want sex more and more. I don't know if it was hormonal or psychological, but sex was always on my mind. He, on the other hand, was less and less looking for any intimacy. I thought for a long time about cheating. I must have cheated on him million of times in my head, with colleagues, stars (we all have our fantasies, right?), neighbours, random guys, you name it. But I never dared venture into this. This wasn't proper behaviour, after all.
I often asked if he still loved me and he said yes. I asked if he was gay and he said no. Not that I doubted this part, but who knows. He loves breasts and he's often attached to mine whenever we have intimacy. He'll often pat my bum when I walk pass him naked. I asked if I was still sexy in his eyes and he said yes. But I wanted - needed - proof of all that.
He's not completely unimaginative when it comes to sex. He'll finger fuck me until I come, he'll be rough with me, take me from behind, talk dirty, etc. I just wish he'd be like that more often. More than twice a year, for certain. It's not because he's unable to perform normally that he cannot find other ways to please me. He can, but he needs to be taken there. Sometimes I just don't want to ask.
Then one day, I had enough. I told him that if things didn't change, I was leaving. I begged him to go see a doctor. He did. Nothing wrong was found. So we were back to the same point. I said fine, let's find other ways to be intimate. Let's spend more quality time together. I asked him to come to bed earlier - our sleeping patterns are very mismatched, he needs 4-5 hours, I need 7 or so. When I go to bed, he's not tired. I compromised and went to bed later. In the long run, we were back to where we started. I write most of my posts while I'm in bed. Then I go to sleep alone. I got used to that over the years, but I know it's not normal. What is so wrong to cuddle in bed, to talk about our days, about stuff, about life, to read together, to kiss, to caress each other? Not everything has to lead to sex.
Eventually, I signed on AM. I was just fed up from the lack of intimacy. I wanted some spice in my life. I was starving for attention, I was thirsty for desire. I found that - and more - and it was sufficient for me, at least for a while. Throughout these experiences, time flew by and, when the summer arrived this year, I was loverless again and it's when I had the idea of opening up our relationship. We talked about our options and agreed to see other people.
We've been doing this for 5 months now, more or less, and we'll re-evaluate our relation early next year. I'll write more about those 5 months soon (or next).
A recap: somewhere mid-2010, I hit a point where I was simply fed up with my life, with our life together. While I had been enjoying some "on the side" action without his knowledge, I needed to shake things up. We have been together for over 10 years now and even though we are best friends, we aren't best lovers or best hubby/wife. I love him, but I'm not in love anymore. I don't know if a lot of couples go through this at some point. Anyway... when people look at us, they see a normal couple. I clean, I cook, I do the groceries, I pay the bills, I do a lot in this house. I'm being the perfect wife, at least I give that impression. He does his fair share too, such as the guy stuff. We don't have children and I never wanted any of my own, although right now, I might be turning around on that idea.
Our activities aren't extravagant. We don't travel much - except for one vacation last year under the sun, our first together; our cars are paid for and we don't have expensive tastes. Our clothes are standard, our cars are middle line, our house isn't the biggest, it's modest, but it's only 2 of us and we don't need a huge house. Our lives are pretty standard. We both work full time, we don't make huge amounts of money, but we aren't struggling for it. I'm thrifty and take care of what I own. I have enough money to get by for a while if I lose my job. We don't really go to restaurants, although lately, I've been growing tired of always eating the same thing and of cooking; lack of inspiration I suppose. I am in awe of mothers who can put a meal every day on the table, something home cooked that every one enjoys. We both have some outside activities that aren't common and I enjoy that time on my own; these activities were also a great excuse to be out of the house and attend some "extra activities", if you know what I mean.
So I hit a point where I needed change. We had been on therapy earlier in the year, couple counseling, but we both realized that it wasn't really working. Perhaps we had the wrong counselor for us. Communication was the biggest obstacle between us. Since then, it has improved significantly. But the real issue isn't solved.
While I never mentioned on the other blog what the problem is, I will here. My husband has erectile dysfunction. Sometimes the plumbing work, but we are unable to pinpoint exactly what is the trigger when it does. We tried everything possible. He did tests after tests. They cannot find what is wrong. While in the beginning, sex was somewhat normal, it never was that often. I didn't really care at the time, I was more looking for a life partner and someone to come home to, who'd be at my side always.
For the last 5 years though, well... maybe more than that, I started to want sex more and more. I don't know if it was hormonal or psychological, but sex was always on my mind. He, on the other hand, was less and less looking for any intimacy. I thought for a long time about cheating. I must have cheated on him million of times in my head, with colleagues, stars (we all have our fantasies, right?), neighbours, random guys, you name it. But I never dared venture into this. This wasn't proper behaviour, after all.
I often asked if he still loved me and he said yes. I asked if he was gay and he said no. Not that I doubted this part, but who knows. He loves breasts and he's often attached to mine whenever we have intimacy. He'll often pat my bum when I walk pass him naked. I asked if I was still sexy in his eyes and he said yes. But I wanted - needed - proof of all that.
He's not completely unimaginative when it comes to sex. He'll finger fuck me until I come, he'll be rough with me, take me from behind, talk dirty, etc. I just wish he'd be like that more often. More than twice a year, for certain. It's not because he's unable to perform normally that he cannot find other ways to please me. He can, but he needs to be taken there. Sometimes I just don't want to ask.
Then one day, I had enough. I told him that if things didn't change, I was leaving. I begged him to go see a doctor. He did. Nothing wrong was found. So we were back to the same point. I said fine, let's find other ways to be intimate. Let's spend more quality time together. I asked him to come to bed earlier - our sleeping patterns are very mismatched, he needs 4-5 hours, I need 7 or so. When I go to bed, he's not tired. I compromised and went to bed later. In the long run, we were back to where we started. I write most of my posts while I'm in bed. Then I go to sleep alone. I got used to that over the years, but I know it's not normal. What is so wrong to cuddle in bed, to talk about our days, about stuff, about life, to read together, to kiss, to caress each other? Not everything has to lead to sex.
Eventually, I signed on AM. I was just fed up from the lack of intimacy. I wanted some spice in my life. I was starving for attention, I was thirsty for desire. I found that - and more - and it was sufficient for me, at least for a while. Throughout these experiences, time flew by and, when the summer arrived this year, I was loverless again and it's when I had the idea of opening up our relationship. We talked about our options and agreed to see other people.
We've been doing this for 5 months now, more or less, and we'll re-evaluate our relation early next year. I'll write more about those 5 months soon (or next).
Saturday, December 18, 2010
A mix of everything (again)
I'm in the process of dumping all my thoughts in here, this way avoiding dumping into someone's mailbox. I don't really care that no comments are being written on this post, or the previous one.
If you want something to laugh about, here is what I was thinking while messing around with the design of the blog. I was looking at my labels' gadget and I was sooo fucking annoyed to see that L's tag was - again - the most used label here on this blog too. Argh!!! I gotta work on fixing that!!
On a totally unrelated note... I know I said I wasn't feeling sexual. Not sure if anyone picked at the small nuance, about me not wanting to meet new men. That doesn't mean I can't meet women, right?
I guess I'm disappointed with men right now - not all, but a certain group of them. I trusted one blindly and had this intense connection that meant a lot to me. I know these feelings were reciprocated too. But within one evening, the trust is somewhat damaged and the attraction, well, it won't ever be the same. I know this would be a shocker for him to read that. I just don't know how to trust someone new, for the moment. Besides, with the holidays around the corner, who has time to meet anyone?
So, coming back to my idea... I forgot to hide my second profile - woman looking for woman - from AM. I know it's only because of it that I'm meeting someome new; otherwise that search I started a while back would have been long forgotten!
Allow me to backtrack a little bit first. About 2 months ago, I started emailing with a local woman, but it wasn't moving fast enough for me and I felt sort of the second option for her, like she was waiting on someone and I observed that she had been on AM but hadn't come back to me for a coffee date - that she asked for. I wished her good luck, not wanting to feel like that with anyone else anymore. Either you wanna meet me or you don't. No more games.
So a few days ago, I got an email from another woman. It took me some time to email her back, but I eventually did. We exchanged a little bit and agreed to meet for coffee. I figured there is no harm in meeting someone for coffee.
Ok, I'm done with my dumping posts.
If you want something to laugh about, here is what I was thinking while messing around with the design of the blog. I was looking at my labels' gadget and I was sooo fucking annoyed to see that L's tag was - again - the most used label here on this blog too. Argh!!! I gotta work on fixing that!!
On a totally unrelated note... I know I said I wasn't feeling sexual. Not sure if anyone picked at the small nuance, about me not wanting to meet new men. That doesn't mean I can't meet women, right?
I guess I'm disappointed with men right now - not all, but a certain group of them. I trusted one blindly and had this intense connection that meant a lot to me. I know these feelings were reciprocated too. But within one evening, the trust is somewhat damaged and the attraction, well, it won't ever be the same. I know this would be a shocker for him to read that. I just don't know how to trust someone new, for the moment. Besides, with the holidays around the corner, who has time to meet anyone?
So, coming back to my idea... I forgot to hide my second profile - woman looking for woman - from AM. I know it's only because of it that I'm meeting someome new; otherwise that search I started a while back would have been long forgotten!
Allow me to backtrack a little bit first. About 2 months ago, I started emailing with a local woman, but it wasn't moving fast enough for me and I felt sort of the second option for her, like she was waiting on someone and I observed that she had been on AM but hadn't come back to me for a coffee date - that she asked for. I wished her good luck, not wanting to feel like that with anyone else anymore. Either you wanna meet me or you don't. No more games.
So a few days ago, I got an email from another woman. It took me some time to email her back, but I eventually did. We exchanged a little bit and agreed to meet for coffee. I figured there is no harm in meeting someone for coffee.
Ok, I'm done with my dumping posts.
Friday, December 17, 2010
A mix of everything (not)
Let me set the record straight about Fun Guy... He said he owed me an apology, but that doesn't make it an apology in itself. Does it? Maybe I'm being too harsh.
I wrote back later that day to tell him it was ok to contact me again next year. Regardless of his reason(s), my mind was made up a long time ago. Contacting him wasn't with the intent of fucking again. Hell no. I was just being nice, nothing else.
Not sure how many of you read the last few posts of my previous blog, mainly the "unwanted sex" post. I know I have some blame in the entire thing. I haven't told everything that went on that evening, mostly because I don't feel like talking about it with anyone before I talk to L.
I've acted in a way that led him to believe I wanted this. I sent many mixed signals, as much as he did. I'm sure some of you think that I'm blaming myself. I'm not trying to find any excuses to say this was right or wrong. I'm taking half the blame because I know he'd take half the blame too.
Even though he doesn't have much time right now, he asked if I could meet with him this weekend. I'm ultra nervous about this and not looking forward to it. You can't blame me for not feeling excited about seeing him for the last time. But I'm looking for an apology and to talk about a few things that need clearing up, which are mainly being blamed for what happened and feeling like I was being played with. I might have misunderstood most of it, but I want it cleared up. I just don't know how well I'll handle it and if I can go through it without being emotional.
One person wrote me a few weeks back, to offer her mailbox as a place to vent and/or talk, as she went through the same. I will take time to write to her personally after my meeting with L. But if she reads this: thank you, a thousand times. As she said, it's a shady, gray area and very conflicting to go through.
Conflicting is the right word. It probably can sum up the story of my life too!!!
I also mentioned, in the previous blog, not feeling very sexual. It's been over a month now... so it clicked in my head (better late than never) that this was related to that evening mentioned above. I don't feel horny, I have no desire to meet any new men (it's probably a trust issue right now; however, I don't think I want to meet anyone outside my marriage anymore - so I can't tell which drives my lack of desire for something new), I don't really see myself as attractive, even though I probably am, in my own peculiar way. Let's hope this is all temporary.
Anyway... last night, I had a chat with someone (I have to find a nickname for him!) and also an unexpected chat with Young Man. I mentioned the month long dry spell that was happening down there. Both offered (separately) to help remedy the situation. While the first one bailed out on me (I probably was boring and he decided to take a quick exit, LOL), YM and I ended up chatting (me, pantyless... thanks to first chat), way past my bedtime.
Since they read the blog, thank you both and thank you YM for getting me there last evening! Guess I owe you one. ;-)
I wrote back later that day to tell him it was ok to contact me again next year. Regardless of his reason(s), my mind was made up a long time ago. Contacting him wasn't with the intent of fucking again. Hell no. I was just being nice, nothing else.
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Not sure how many of you read the last few posts of my previous blog, mainly the "unwanted sex" post. I know I have some blame in the entire thing. I haven't told everything that went on that evening, mostly because I don't feel like talking about it with anyone before I talk to L.
I've acted in a way that led him to believe I wanted this. I sent many mixed signals, as much as he did. I'm sure some of you think that I'm blaming myself. I'm not trying to find any excuses to say this was right or wrong. I'm taking half the blame because I know he'd take half the blame too.
Even though he doesn't have much time right now, he asked if I could meet with him this weekend. I'm ultra nervous about this and not looking forward to it. You can't blame me for not feeling excited about seeing him for the last time. But I'm looking for an apology and to talk about a few things that need clearing up, which are mainly being blamed for what happened and feeling like I was being played with. I might have misunderstood most of it, but I want it cleared up. I just don't know how well I'll handle it and if I can go through it without being emotional.
One person wrote me a few weeks back, to offer her mailbox as a place to vent and/or talk, as she went through the same. I will take time to write to her personally after my meeting with L. But if she reads this: thank you, a thousand times. As she said, it's a shady, gray area and very conflicting to go through.
Conflicting is the right word. It probably can sum up the story of my life too!!!
***
I also mentioned, in the previous blog, not feeling very sexual. It's been over a month now... so it clicked in my head (better late than never) that this was related to that evening mentioned above. I don't feel horny, I have no desire to meet any new men (it's probably a trust issue right now; however, I don't think I want to meet anyone outside my marriage anymore - so I can't tell which drives my lack of desire for something new), I don't really see myself as attractive, even though I probably am, in my own peculiar way. Let's hope this is all temporary.
Anyway... last night, I had a chat with someone (I have to find a nickname for him!) and also an unexpected chat with Young Man. I mentioned the month long dry spell that was happening down there. Both offered (separately) to help remedy the situation. While the first one bailed out on me (I probably was boring and he decided to take a quick exit, LOL), YM and I ended up chatting (me, pantyless... thanks to first chat), way past my bedtime.
Since they read the blog, thank you both and thank you YM for getting me there last evening! Guess I owe you one. ;-)
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Being nice
I forget to wear my stubbornness today and sent FG a text message. For a few days, I thought about it, wondered what would be so wrong in saying hello during this time of the year. For those of you who are new here and don't know who I'm talking about, click here to read about Fun Guy (FG). Brief summary is that we met a few times and suddenly, he stopped contacted me. After a while, I didn't bother and just let it go.
After a good 2 months, I felt like saying hi. It's Christmas, maybe he's in a bad place right now (I know he was in the process of separating from his wife when we last saw each other) and he'd like a few nice words. Of course, being who I am, I couldn't help myself and had to poke the tip of the knife in his side, saying something like "regardless of why you stopped contacting me". I wrote to him that I hoped he was okay and I wished him happy holidays.
It's only because it's that time of the year; otherwise, I doubt I would have ever contacted him again. He did write back soon after, saying he was messed up and owed me an apology for dealing with things the way he did. He's away until the new year and said he'd contact me then (if I wanted to) and said he genuinely misses me.
A man who knows that he has to apologize, without being asked/forced to do it, always makes me more receptive to the idea of keeping in touch. But no, there won't be any new trysts in the teachers' room (unless I can be persuaded to, but I'm pretty stubborn).
It's still nice to be civilized at times, at least for a few weeks... then my natural charming sarcastic persona will come back, stronger than ever! ;-)
After a good 2 months, I felt like saying hi. It's Christmas, maybe he's in a bad place right now (I know he was in the process of separating from his wife when we last saw each other) and he'd like a few nice words. Of course, being who I am, I couldn't help myself and had to poke the tip of the knife in his side, saying something like "regardless of why you stopped contacting me". I wrote to him that I hoped he was okay and I wished him happy holidays.
It's only because it's that time of the year; otherwise, I doubt I would have ever contacted him again. He did write back soon after, saying he was messed up and owed me an apology for dealing with things the way he did. He's away until the new year and said he'd contact me then (if I wanted to) and said he genuinely misses me.
A man who knows that he has to apologize, without being asked/forced to do it, always makes me more receptive to the idea of keeping in touch. But no, there won't be any new trysts in the teachers' room (unless I can be persuaded to, but I'm pretty stubborn).
It's still nice to be civilized at times, at least for a few weeks... then my natural charming sarcastic persona will come back, stronger than ever! ;-)
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Time
I read about bloggers who offer gifts to their lovers/mistresses/friends. Chocolates, music, flowers, jewelry, lingerie, books, or favours (for the kinky ones!). I've never been big on gifts - whether it's in my "normal" life or my secret life - they make me uneasy, for the most part. I feel I owe something in return or that I'm unworthy, whatever. I never received gifts from anyone (never gave any either) in my "secret life" and that's okay, because it was never expected.
However, there is one gift that is priceless to me. Time.
Knowing that someone special will take a few hours out of his (or her!) busy life and want to spend it with me has no real tangible value, but it's valuable regardless. Perhaps that person had to rearrange their schedule, will have to work a few extra hours to compensate, had to sneak out, or just had an hour for lunch/coffee/chat/phone call.
I do the same; I don't mind making time, because it's natural behaviour for me... to make time for people I appreciate. As with everything: when there is a will, there is a way. Of course, there is a subtle difference between making time and waiting for free time, but I won't go there.
Right now, I see the days closing in on Christmas, days that are filled with everything, except time for each other... and despite the promise and willingness to do this, I feel I won't get what I hope for. This makes me a bit sad, as I would just like to end this year on a good note.
Funny thing though, even if I'd wish to see him before year end, I wish we could just magically be next year because I'm already tired of the holidays! I hate making nice to relatives I don't like to start with, I hate having to help out cleaning and cooking when I'm visiting, I hate not sleeping in my bed, living out of my suitcase and having to get up at a decent hour so I don't appear like a lazy guest, then being told what's happening today. What about not doing anything, only to end up reading a book by the fireplace, followed by a nap? That sounds nice.
Time really is the best gift.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
So... now what?
What an awesome group you all are!!!! I've been sort of busy, as well as sick lately, and just finally got to catch up on all my readings. I feel bad to have received all this attention when I haven't given you any... :( Yeah, that's me. A fellow blogger asked me when my next post would be coming up. Right. I also have to write sometimes! :)
The new blog tested my patience for some hours, up to a point of regretting it... Being the lazy person I am, I tried a shortcut when "transporting" the blogs I follow from the old blog to the new blog. I logged under my new profile and went into managing blogs then, in another browser's tab, opened my old blog profile to see which blogs I was following, right clicking on the link to copy the shortcut and adding it under the new blog.
Then I noticed that I was appearing as Spring Flower without the picture on the followers' list. WTF? Anyway... after a few searches on Google, I realized that there is a difference between a Blogger profile and a Google profile. Duh... I thought your Google profile was your "everything else" profile, but noooooo, that would be too simple. Once that was figured out, I had to attach my Blogger profile to each site I wanted to follow under my new blog/ID... what a pain!! Maybe there was a faster way to do this, but at least I got this solved. Can I tell you I won't be starting a 3rd blog? If I do mention that, could someone slap and pinch me so I come back to reality? Thank you.
Now what, from now on? I don't know. I'm fighting the urge to go back to my old self, to go on and on about him, to continue on this blog the way I've been on the old one. I don't want to be that way. It's hard to let go of an addiction... it's a daily struggle, it takes resolve and strength. Granted, the addiction I have isn't about drugs or alcohol, it's not costing me huge amounts of money and it's not impacting the lives of those around me should I become hugely intoxicated or disappear for days. My addiction is for someone. If only I had another person to think about, it'd make it easier!! Things with him settled down a bit, even though we haven't been able to get together for our last face to face yet. I have some "unresolved issues" I said I needed to talk about and it's something I want to do in person.
For a while, I had regrets (even regrets of meeting him, which of course isn't true, at all) and was angry, hurt and felt let down. After a while, the anger and pain disappeared and I understood a few things. That is when I decided to move places, ending up here. As I said before, life goes on and I know things have a way of leveling out in the long-term.
Friday, December 10, 2010
Killing you softly (FFF)
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(Image source: "King Sol" by Carolyn Weltman) |
Watching them kiss was above and beyond salacious. He could see tongues lightly touching, lips gently nibbling, fingers in tousled hair, breasts pressing against each other as their kisses intensified in ardour. He was already excited before getting there, now he was bursting.
She whispered something to the other woman. He could see wicked grins on their glossy lips. What were these vixens up to?! He thought he understood when, slowly, they started to undress... but he was shivering with desire when his half-naked lover turned to him and motioned for him to lend a hand.
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Challenge was to write a flash fiction of 107-127 words and use the words "...shivering with desire..."
Check out Panser's lair for the list of other participants.
Check out Panser's lair for the list of other participants.
Monday, December 06, 2010
Sometimes the world begins
Welcome to my new place. I'm still setting up, not sure on the painting or the decoration, where the furniture will go, already missing my old place, etc. I'm sure I'll survive though! :)
A warning, right from the start: I bitch, complain, curse, cry, love and laugh. Also, I might be offensive, sweet, nuts, warm, cute, silly, sexy, crude or boring. More or less.
A warning, right from the start: I bitch, complain, curse, cry, love and laugh. Also, I might be offensive, sweet, nuts, warm, cute, silly, sexy, crude or boring. More or less.
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| This image is for someone who thinks we didn't sign up for this. It's true, I'm soooo much to handle! Not. |
The blog title is a lyric from a Blue Rodeo song (5 days in May). Who's that? A great Canadian band. A video exists for the shorter/commercial video, but to listen without the great guitar solo is a crime, so I've included the longer (and better) version to the right. Why this blog title? I don't know, I just really like that song and it always brings me back to a good state of mind. Here are a few lyrics:
Somehow they stayed that way
For those 5 days in May
Made all the stars around them shine
Funny how you can look in vain
Living on nerves and such sweet pain
A loneliness that cuts so fine
To find the face you've seen a thousand times
Sometimes the world begins
To set you up on your feet again
It wipes the tears from your eyes
How will you ever know
The way that circumstances go
Always going to hit you by surprise
For those 5 days in May
Made all the stars around them shine
Funny how you can look in vain
Living on nerves and such sweet pain
A loneliness that cuts so fine
To find the face you've seen a thousand times
Sometimes the world begins
To set you up on your feet again
It wipes the tears from your eyes
How will you ever know
The way that circumstances go
Always going to hit you by surprise
So, here I am, in a new beginning. Glad to see that some of you are showing interest in the newly created blog, one among so many others. Some of you know me through my previous blog (it was necessary to detach myself from it, but I miss it like crazy already!), some of you will get to know me by stumbling onto this page. In any case, thank you for being here.
My pen name isn't my real name; France is my middle name. I'm French (not from France, but from Canada), so pardon me if sometimes I'll write about stuff in French. Not because I don't want you to understand, but just because it's me. Don't be offended.
Speaking of offended... I'm not allowing anonymous comments here. Although there's a way to bypass that, but because I can, I'm not allowing those. As usual, I don't allow the following: insults to my beloved readers, marketing via commenting, people who have nothing to say about the post in question, but post links to porn sites. Not that I have something against porn, I just don't think my comment box is the way to go. That's the way it is.
So, welcome!
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