It's cold...

Yeah baby, you put me on hold and I'm out in the wind
And it's getting mighty cold
It's colder than a gut-shot bitch wolf dog with nine sucking pups
pulling a number-four trap up a hill in the dead of winter
In the middle of a snowstorm with a mouth full of porcupine quills

Liberally wined up

Now I have to fuck the husband. Gag.

Not just once, twice mind you. We ate out so as not to hear the insulting remarks he makes about my cooking. It was a great meal , and wine pairing.

Happy thanksgiving

My knees had the tell tale sign....

And so doses the floor. I had planned to paint hearts in that spot. The spirits of this house had other plans.

As I put the $200.00 jeans in the closet .....paint! Red paint. How could that be. Then I ran to the room. Sure as shit....my knee print on the floor where I dropped, sucked him.

Better than hearts , it makes it, him real. A secret manifested. Just for me.

It just accrued to me

He sunk his face into my pussy like he were at a pie eating contest. With such vigor, delight, and robustness. As he caresses my breasts, a sigh, " I missed my girls".

I relished in the thought......I was his, in this moment..... nothing more is needed.

The husband comes home this week

I have made reservations for thanksgiving dinner at a restaurant. To avoid any conflicts. I have not cooked for him in a few months. It has been agreed that the rude comments, loud pig like squills are hurtful. But mostly the random throwing dinner in the trash and screaming. I scares me. So much so I cry, and huddled in a corner of my studio .....sucking my thumb.

My fantasy this morning

He brings me coffee , puts my feet in his lap as he reads the paper. Telling tid bits, opinions, and banter.

This of course after a night of just plain love making.

It's the not knowing

Till it happens. Then the kiss . And feeling him melt in my arms. I walk him to the kitchen, to show him the new paint and our room. I painted the floor. He unbuttoned his shirt, I undo his paints. Drop to my knees, take him in my mouth. Kissing his balls, stroking him. We go to my bedroom.  For tge first time we are fully naked , our skin can touch. He eats me, amazing, I shook, he took me with such confidence. I could feel him ....really feel we were connected.

He said I could do this every night. He mentioned spending a weekend. Or maybe a night....in two weeks.
The weather will be very bad tonight. Snow rain. He will have to travel quickly to get home.

As always, I thanked him. He chuckled, and breathlessly said, thank you.

It's the wait...

That stresses me. This time I simply messaged him. "Hi" he responded. That was Monday. If I had not I would have no idea if he was coming or not . In a way it is . Sexy, fun, a zipless fuck. After all it is so quick. Spontaneous. It meams nothing and is everything to me. It remains the same, but because of it I have grown in leaps and bounds. I owe him everything.

-25°

It's fucking cold. I felt so lonely today. After our sales man left and said the driver would not be SD, I was crushed. Had he disappeared forever? I told myself lies and mostly truths. It is just nuts to care for someone who treats me this way. So I texted skier. He listens to everthing and is not judgemental. It is nice to know and have a friend like this.

You are as tight as a virgin......

He looked at me so seriously. What was I to say? It is not like I work at it. I didn't have sex all summer I said lamely. It was a fact , I am very tight.there. everyone comments on it.
When I had my second child the doctor while sewing me up said " your husband will thank me for this, It will be better than new".

And so has been.

FFF ....this time let's do it,

FF Challenge - You have 100 words to make me cum.You get 25 extra words if you write it on Thursday and do it in one draft, typos and all.GO!

"How do I know you?"

A friend friend said we should meet be friends as you pass my house every now and then.

She said we were like minded, and I needed someone like that here ....in the heart of darkness.

"LOL yes , and I can guess which friend said that"

Then it began. I like, a shared, a small note.

Hey there is a meteor shower this weekend, who can join me in the hot tub. I wasn't expecting any resonce, there was never any. 

"Intice me"

That was the message.

Hot coco, home made cookies, 

"And....."

A warm cabin

"And......"

Or a warm fire to fall breathlessly exhausted in front of.

"See you soon"

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Flowers planted on your path

Just to see you smile. The sun shimmering in your hair. That's what summer is. Stripped to its bare bones, raw love, passon. No texting, no cards no letters. Just letting be. So as winter falls fast, I paint the floor where you so often walk, in the room we first fucked.....a deep barn red, and garnish it with a heart.

It's one of those days

When all I want to do is walk through your footsteps. Hold the memory of you close.....my love. And not flirt and fuck strangers to forget you. How much I love you so.

I love being chased

I love the phone sec, the texts, the tease. Even if it leads.to a dead end.

Have to paint the kitchen

An almost two week job......but a lover would like to help.....hmmmm
But he has to help groom trails.

Now that's a fire

It's freezing here. And i have no motivation to get stuff done.

It is all so overwhelming

I had to clean the house after driving 5 hours in a white out, on icy roads. Bow to fix all the husband"s  fuck ups in our finances, then to wah walls, and paint the storage room. Then to figure out what to do about plowing the drive way. We just got a foot or more if snow. I have a plow truck, but needs some minor work he promised to get done this summer,,,,,, for three years.   Venting. 

Husband just left for work.....

For two weeks, yes! Time to just relax and get the stench of him out of the house. Try to fix all his fuck ups.

I was hoping

One of my lovers would have texted me..."I am in the audience, tuto brava diva....

The curtain closes on my front row seat for Lucia di lammermore.

Good night <3

What an awesome night.

I love singing ooera. I love the people, friendship, so amazing. High energy, creativity, we work so hard to get the right sound.

A small man, with a little stick....

I said"ooooo the conductor is quite handsome" my fellow chorus member replied he was short, seemed snooty. I meant he was eye candy, not for personal use.
As time went on he proved to be just that. He made rude comments that shook the chorus conference. " you are nothing but community theater,...don't you all even know how to dress for a sitsprobe!?....watch my stick, aways watch, even if I don't cue you. "

His tempo changed more than we all changed our costumes.

He made remarks about our chorus mistress, and her assistant. "He seems to have some intelligence" WTF, really?

He directed the bel canto music to sound like a locomotive....not emotionally deep.

Thank goodness the review this morning noted "perfunctory" in his style. Yet the orchestra was strong, solid.
He deserves much worse.

Over anchorage last night

Opening night

As I sat down at the boardroom table this morning

Certainly not what I was expecting. The representative of the company I told could go fuck themselves was our newly elected member.

It was fine, it sure beats the year I told his boss he and his horse..... and then we both ended up speaking on the same panel.

I woke up warm and wet...

Dreaming, only, just wanting that pernsin I could make a scarf for, but wear it first so he has my scent.

Mid morning sun

The opera, it is going to be great.

Moose

Yep it looks like that

Mad scene

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qg_24fMjX-c&feature=youtube_gdata_player