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Just opened my own spa/body work studio in the West Burbs. So...every waking (and some sleeping moments) are being spent there...   Wait, sleep, I think I remember sleep...Just got home from a 14 hour day.

I alternate between moments of sheer panic and sheer joy! 

I just couldn't take having to run my business with someone else's restrictions. Not being a worker bee, I decided to be the boss. Well, in the workplace, that is...

Hired my first employee, dealing with Quickbooks (grrr) and learning so much new software and accounting...Stress much?

Rest, rest and more rest.  Now that the school race is over, my adrenaline has deserted me and I am so sleepy.  Plus, I realize that I need to get out there and kick up my heels to celebrate!  Of course the real work has started, building and keeping a clientele, deciding on a skin care line to carry, working out hours with the salon, and dealing with some very competitive and semi-hostile estheticians that work at the salon already...I guess they'd better step up their game, because I'm not going to "not" promote, and sell myself there...(Ok, now my energy is back!)

In my bed I lay dreaming.
Of you, your scent, your body.
I am ready to drift off to sleep with a smile on my face
Remembering you, your hands on my body,
Our scents mingling, the musk permeating the room.

My muscles were sore from our play,
My lips swollen, I kept running my fingers over them
Wishing you were still in my arms
Still kissing me,
Still quivering as I pulled your flesh into my mouth
As I loved you with my tongue, my teeth, my desire

Your taste still lingering in my mouth
Your scent still in my nostrils,
How you smell there how you permeate my mind

My skin is still tingling from your shadow beard
As you drew it over my belly,
Teased my nipples with it until they were so sensitive
Suckled them until they were deep ruby red the sensation
Going from my nipples to my pussy like a shock
Pinching them until I cried for you to stop, stop,
Don’t stop.

I still pulse deep inside my belly
I still feel your hard hands on my soft ass
Making me yours, stinging slaps still making
My skin hot and red and the feeling lingers
I still feel you thrusting, thrusting.
You tease me with an almost orgasm, but pull back

I wanted to pull you in as deep as I could,
Wrap my arms and legs around you so you couldn’t leave me,
But I was bound helpless to your passion, to you will.
Your fingers teased me when your cock went away
Pushing deep into my depths but it wasn’t enough
I wanted your cock back in me, completing me pounding me
Until I shattered. But you told me “not yet”

When finally you decided that I could come you made me shatter
Sparks and electricity pulsing through my body as you rode me
Until you were satisfied and I was a puddle of completion.
Loosing my bonds, drawing me into your arms spooned
My back to your front, your lips on my ear, your breath hot
Your words of praise soft and sweet, your hands tender.

We dozed for a bit until you told me it was time for me to go
I was so sleepily content in your arms I didn’t want to leave
I couldn’t imaging sleeping away from your arms
Cold and alone in my bed. You insist.
You help me dress, and walk me to my car.
You tenderly kiss me and put me in the car
Reminding me to call to let you know I’m home safe.

And here I am now, sleepily sated, lonely for you
Drifting off to sleep with a smile on my face,
Sleepily remember and replaying every second of our encounter.
I touch my breasts, full and tight and a bit sore
My ass, still warm, my pussy still wet with you.

And I fall into slumber, you are there again
In my dreams.

And it begins again.

A bit of a rant.

What’s up with the Good Girl’s Don’t shit? When a woman is nice and kind and cares about you, it doesn’t mean she’s in love or wants to make you hers forever. She just wants to borrow you for a bit. Check you out of the library so to speak.

I’m not a virgin or a saint, a bitch or a viper, a slut, a whore, a child or an angel. I’m an adult. Fully aware of my sexuality and sensuality. I’m just a woman. A horny woman who is looking for Mr. Right Now. I don’t want a husband, a stalker or someone who obsesses about me and follows me home and wants to carry my panties around in his pocket. (Well, I’ll admit that the panties are sort of hot, in a stalker sort of way…) If we become great friends and confidants, that’s a bonus. If you become the kind of friend that I can say absolutely anything to without fear of disgust or ask you to do to me what I have dreamed about in my darkest self, then you are a lucky man. Because I don’t trust easily, but I have always been a good judge of people.

If we fall in love, hell, love is a pleasure and a wonderful state to be enjoyed within the boundaries of friendship. I’m not stupid, and I know what I want, or I wouldn't put it out there.

If I say it, I mean it. If I tell you I want to be taken over for the evening, that’s what I mean. If I tell you to tie me up, blindfold me and be the boss, I’m not joking, and you’d better be man enough to take what I’m offering, because it’s gift, damnit! If I’ve invited you into my bed, it’s because I like you and I feel like mentally and physically we are compatible. I haven’t fallen in love. I don’t want to stake my claim. I want to be the claim jumper who steals you away for a brief but amazing interlude.

If we meet, and you decide that I’m not the physical type you thought I was, then say so. Say what you mean, mean what you say. If you don’t like my body, that’s just fine with me, because I love it and I am content to be in it and it is only the smallest part of me. (ok, in my case it’s pretty large!) But if you aren’t interested in a BBW, then don’t contact me.

Some of the real women on this site are not looking for forever. That’s over on E Harmony and Match.com. We are aware that this is a site for finding lovers, and we aren’t trying to get married, just laid.

I’m a good girl 80% of the time, and that’s not your concern. It’s the other 20% that need concern you.

That is all, citizens, you may return to your regularly scheduled lives.

A little laundry List

You will have to be very thorough. I am very tired of being in charge and making all of the decisions. All of the plans. As liberated as I am, sometimes I just want a big strong man to treat me like the little lady and just take over...order my food, hold open the door...not take no for an answer...

I want to be fucked until I am so spent that groceries, errands and chores have no place in my mind...my lips so swollen from kisses and sucking your cock that speech is the last thing I think to use it for. I want to swallow and remember swallowing you. I want to regret showering when we are done because that means that your scent is gone from my body.

I want to sit down the next day and wince a bit, the twinge reminding me of you and how you fucked me and made me cum until all I could do was babble incoherently; to walk funny for a few days because my body was stretched and pulled and pounded and kneaded and licked until there is no part, no single inch of my that your tongue hasn't explored thoroughly.

That will do for now.

When I was growing up in Indiana, there was this morning "zoo" radio show called Bob & Tom.  They were rude, crude and wildly popular.  They have since syndicated and are nation wide.  they had this song about how to deal with really annoying/irritating people.  It was called:

"Just one Bullet"  I found myself humming that a lot today at Jury Duty.  As I have stated before, this is a system that I believe in, and I was glad to do my part.  Except for the timing and being a full time student, I would have cheerfully participated in whatever trial they wanted me to work on.  In our area, you have to call in every day for the entire week, and you are on duty for the full work week.  I would have shown up every day, with a smile on my face, my lurid novel to read and studying to do.  I guess I'm easily entertained.  Kind of like a kitten with a piece of string...

I got in late, and sat at a table with some other people tucked in a corner of the big room; pulled out my index cards and prepared to copy down the required vocabulary words for my anatomy and phys. chapter (about 200 in all.)  We also listened to the videos on procedure, how the process works, and all that.  I'm quietly doing my copying, when it starts:

"This is ridiculous.  I can't believe that they make us WAIT like this.  I could be doing so many other things..."

"These people here are idiots!  What a stupid way to run a system."

"What??? an hour and a half for lunch???  That's just freaking ridiculous!"

(Whine, whine, whine)  

Just one bullet...Honestly, is it such a sacrifice?  If I was on trial and I chose a jury trial, would I want these people on my jury?  They just wanted to get the job done and go Christmas shop or something.  I'm not sure that they would give my evidence or case the proper due diligence.  They'd just want to wrap it up and get out of there...I'm sure that there were plenty of sincere people there pleased to do their civic duty, but they weren't sitting next to me.

Well, as much as I am for doing my duty, I was excused for the week from jury duty.  I'm a diabetic, and my glucose levels started going a bit nuts.  I didn't get as good of a breakfast as I would have liked, and I've been fighting the flu the entire thanksgiving weekend.  It messes with my sugar.  I asked the bailiff if I could run across to Subway and get an apple or something like that to try to get my sugar under control.  We got to talking about the jury selection process, and I mentioned that I had never been chosen.  Then I got shaky, and had to sit down...Sugar got way too low.  He got me some juice, calmly asked for my juror badge and said that I was excused for the week.  I asked if I would be summoned again, could I try again in the spring?  (I REALLY want to be on a jury...) and he said probably not.  Evidently unless my sugar is controlled, I would be disruptive in court and could cause problems in the trial if I crashed again, or had to keep testing my blood.  

So, evidently, I am disabled.  Yes, this was an inconvenient week for Jury Duty, but I chose to be there and make arrangements to cover for assignments and make up school hours on evenings and off days.  I'm really disappointed.  Sigh.  Well, I tried.  So...no whining about Jury Duty around me, please...I go to school with people where in their home countries, there ARE no jury trials.  Honor Killings are sanctioned by the only "Juries" available - village elders.  They can't wait to get their US citizenship so that they can take part in this process.  I hope they will tell me what it's like!

Be well, have a great week, and remember to floss.  (wink)

Jury duty.  Meh.

I would love to do my duty, and have truly wanted to participate in this for years, but I either:

1. Ask an intelligent question, and the defense excuses me

2. have a family emergency

3. it's my first day of a new job, and I'm supposed to go!

4. I am in school, and it's a very difficult and important chapter that I will miss the lectures for. This is the case now.  the chapter is anatomy and physiology.  

Well, where I live, we have to report every day for a full week, so I won't know until 4pm the evening before if I am chosen.

I'm dressing for comfort, taking my school books, and will study, or read a ribald romance novel.  It has a very lurid cover....

Wish me luck....

I would love to chat - however sometimes I am on an iPad and can't download adobe flash. So sorry!,  If I am able, I will definitely chat with you.