Wow, I had a helluva dream last night! (And it's probably not one that I could share with my SWI!)
I'm not sure what's to blame: Hormones? Age? Getting back into my regular exercise routine? Overactive imagination?
Whatever caused it, I'm glad it did...! *tremble*
The man in my dream was gorgeous...blue eyes, salt & pepper gray hair, neatly trimmed beard and moustache, probably a few years older than me. And the things we were doing...! Well, let's just say I was very satisfied and leave it at that. *blush*
And yes, there was Passion there in that dream, between that gorgeous blue-eyed man and I...it was so thick I wondered why it wasn't visible...
Which brings me to a whole new appreciation for the beauty and wonder and sheer delight of MEN. Aren't they just awesome, delightful, humorous, charming, interesting beings? I guess you could say I'm a huge fan! *wink*
Every man has at least one good thing going for him, and every man is unique and wonderful in his own way. Some men are lucky (or determined!) and have several good things going for them.
Here's to men everywhere who do the best they can to do good things, help take care of their families, and still keep their hearts open to joy!
27 October 2009
03 October 2009
Remember passion?
No, I mean Passion.
Romantic passion with a capital "P."
The Passion where we've spent so much time kissing and I want him so much, that I've soaked through my panties....the Passion where every one of my senses is overwhelmed with him and I can't get enough of how intoxicating he smells, how his sighs and moans tell me I'm doing everything right, how warm and firm he feels under my hands, how sweet and luscious he tastes...all over....that I can't resist one more minute, I simply MUST have him....
Yeah, THAT kind of Passion.
I think I don't have enough of that in my life. In fact, I think I have spent the last four or five years having way too little of that in my life.
I'm not a 20-nothing, 6', 105 lb model, but I'm not a hideous beast, either. I'm attractive, and I love to do what pleases a man...and I have almost 27 years of experience.
I have the love and occasional lukewarm affection of my SWI, but where is the ardor? Where is the Passion?
Over the last couple of years, I've taken an inexplicable liking to opera, particularly Italian opera, sung by men. There is something so sexy and romantic about a gorgeous man singing 'to me' in Italian that just makes me feel so alive....
Romantic passion with a capital "P."
The Passion where we've spent so much time kissing and I want him so much, that I've soaked through my panties....the Passion where every one of my senses is overwhelmed with him and I can't get enough of how intoxicating he smells, how his sighs and moans tell me I'm doing everything right, how warm and firm he feels under my hands, how sweet and luscious he tastes...all over....that I can't resist one more minute, I simply MUST have him....
Yeah, THAT kind of Passion.
I think I don't have enough of that in my life. In fact, I think I have spent the last four or five years having way too little of that in my life.
I'm not a 20-nothing, 6', 105 lb model, but I'm not a hideous beast, either. I'm attractive, and I love to do what pleases a man...and I have almost 27 years of experience.
I have the love and occasional lukewarm affection of my SWI, but where is the ardor? Where is the Passion?
Over the last couple of years, I've taken an inexplicable liking to opera, particularly Italian opera, sung by men. There is something so sexy and romantic about a gorgeous man singing 'to me' in Italian that just makes me feel so alive....
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