This is in really rough form - based on a dream I had the other night.She walked along the beach, the foamy surf tickling her toes. Her favorite white sarong was wet and nearly transparent, but it stayed wrapped snugly around her waist. She didn’t come here often, but she was well-loved by the people here, especially the men. The statue they had erected in her honor was a pretty good likeness - except they got the sarong and her feet all wrong, making them look a bit like a fish’s tail.The sky was beginning to turn golden when a few of the sea men found her. One, a captain, offered her pearls. She pushed them away. ” You offer me my own tears for your joy?” A sweet, peach-fuzzed boy offered her a few trinkets of beach glass and abalone. She gave him a kiss on his cheek and kept one, telling him to give the others to his sweetheart. Then another captain came over to her. He was still young, but his skin was weathered from years in the sun, in the sea, and he smelled of the ocean.”Goddess,” he started… She looked him over, walking all the way around him. “I’ve been saving the best of my treasures for years for you… Ever since I’ve heard of you, I’ve -” Her eyes softened a bit. He held up a bag. “Gold….”"Gold?” Her eyes lit up.”Yes, and jewels” Jewels she couldn’t get in the ocean. “Not pearls.”Her kisses were wet and cool, and he led her to his ship. She knew which one it was, of course. A man’s ship is as unique to him as his style of clothing, or his smile. He unwrapped her sarong and drew her to him. Her skin was soft against his, flawless and glowing. She was an enthusiastic lover, pulling him down into her kisses until he had to come up for air. Her nails had scratched deeply into his back, stinging and bleeding. In turn, he was no gentle soul, either. As he pounded into her, he managed to gasp out “My offerings… Do… you accept .. my offerings?”"Yes.. oh yes… ” she replied… “You will never die at sea… never… at .. sea.. I will… always… embrace.. you… never.. at sea..”
I know I know, you all thought I was gone for good, didn’t you? Well, I’ve been sick off and on for a while. It sucks, but the hot fizzy lemony medicinal “tea” (I don’t want to mention name brands) and the nasal spray are making life bearable.That, and the eggnog.I’m watching the news right now. It’s supposed to snow a little in my area in the next day or so. I think I might have to strip down, down to my skin, and climb into a nice, hot bath… maybe throw in some bath oils, and read a nice book of erotica.. maybe take care of business while I’m in there… then crawl out and into something warm and fluffy..
We’re both sitting on the couch. She made dinner a couple hours ago - lamb, peas, bread. Good stuff, really. She’s in a little pain from working on her belly dancing yesterday. I’m in some pain from having a little procedure done to an ingrown toenail a few days ago.It’s Friday night. We aren’t going out…it’s 12:30 p.m. and we’re both still clothed.She’s GLUED to the tube watching Stargate Universe. I haven’t really been following along, mostly because I’m of the opinion that everything Stargate sucks ass. I know that’s not really fair. It must be pretty good - *she* likes it - it just reminds me of an ex who was really really into it. He’d go so far to hit me if I interrupted his show. Yeah… memories. I just can’t seem to get into the series, or serieses, or whatever it is at this point. Space soap opera. I miss one episode, and boom - I’m totally and forever out of the loop.It’s over now. I’m kinda hoping she’ll wander to the bedroom and throw on some silky little thing, but I’d be happy with ice cream and hot fudge. That comforts the injured five year old in me… My toe still hurts. It’s NOT sexy. Not to think about, not to clean, not to dress it, and definitely not to accidentally bang into the coffee table or the dog.I lit a candle. Not for the mood, but for the scent. She turned down the lights. It’s *almost* romantic around here… except I’m pretty sure she’s not in the mood at all. She just turned on the Food Network and is watching something about pickled carp.yeah. I got yer fish taco right here baby. *sigh*Nothing else going on right now.
Yeah. It’s been awhile. *shrug* So what. I haven’t been inspired. However, tonight is different. Tonight I’m scenting sex in the air… and if you’re lucky, I’ll crack out those PVC lace up boots, the mini skirt and corset, and show you what I’m talking about. If you’re REALLY lucky, I won’t flick my cigarette at you to get your attention. Tell me you’ve missed me, baby. SHOW ME how much. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll come back and start writing again.
I think I’ve convinced her that watching her do “honey-dos” gets me hot. That’s great and all, but doesn’t bode well for the young, buff college guy we hire to do the yard work for a while.
Oh I had a great time at Pride this year. We showed up too late to help build the float, but in time to climb up on it and enjoy the ride. Ok, that was on purpose. I’ve been helping build it for a while, and I admittedly just didn’t want to deal with the drama that comes with being up way to early in the morning with other people who are up earlier than they’d rather, doing something that involves power tools.
Not a great combination.
Our float involved a rented truck with an added structure around it (to hold us in). There was some kind of light vinyl wrapped around the structure from about waist-high down. Kinda funny, that. You can tell who’s done the parade/float thing before by seeing who’s dressed to the nines from the waist up, and wearing comfy shoes instead of some fabulous heels or spectacular stompy boots.
I’d love to say that there was secretly some sexy sexy things going on below the waist-high vinyl (that no one on the ground could see into), but I didn’t see anything remotely interesting this year. In years passed, I’ve seen a lot of ass-grabbing, people secretly drinking from flasks, and once in a while someone will be a little overwhelmed by the heat and need to lie down. Wish I could say that there were blowjobs going on, or secret little fingerings, and there probably were on other floats. Ours was pretty tame…
At least, it is where *I* am. We had the parade today… So many people, some of them wearing only body paint and a smile, many wearing nothing but short shorts, everyone smiling and holding hands and kissing in the streets…
I’ll tell you more about what goes on in the floats in a couple days after my sunburn eases up.
The back garden needed some work. It was, as she called it, a “primeval forest”. It wasn’t that big, but it more or less filled the area a garage would have been built. The way our shed, our neighbor’s shed, and a couple of well-placed trees kept it shady, so the work wasn’t too hot.
At one point I looked up. Clouds had filled the sky, and the foliage was taking on that “green” look that means rain is on the way. She wanted to get it done, so we hunkered down and tried to finish the weeding.
The first few drops were cold, but after crawling around in the warm dirt, they were welcome. Soon it began to rain in earnest, soaking my tshirt and hers, our hair dripping, skin slick. I was ready to quit and go inside. We’d gotten enough done for one day, and I was going to need to dry off.
*SPLAT* I didn’t expect the mudball. It splattered all over my arm and back. She was grinning at me and didn’t manage to dodge when I threw one back. She pounced on me and we began rolling around in the mud like a couple of, well, female mud wrestlers. As I said before, her shirt was soaked. Oh yeah. It was truly a sight to behold. She held me down and kissed me, slid her hand up my back and snapped my bra. I rolled her over and smeared mud all over her tummy. We played around for a while, and then it started getting a bit steamy… She grabbed at my shirt and it finally gave - I just laughed. It was pretty beat-up anyway. It tore all the way up the middle. Hers wasn’t much stronger. Slipping around, sliding in the mud, rain pouring down — she chased me inside, up the stairs and into the shower…
The steam from the shower filled the room before we finally got out of there, freshly scrubbed and grinning like a pair of cheshire cats.
Within the first week of living there, my life had slipped to some kind of cross between Alice in Wonderland and Mad Max. There was a party planned that weekend. I hadn’t even finished moving my stuff into my room. The guys talked me into running the tap, since they were playing the part of “security”. I think over the course of the night we’d had over five hundred people through.It was a busy place.I bought a lock for my door soon after. Wore the key around my neck during parties. Funny how the guys, when they got drunk, would hit on me because I was there. I wasn’t even really looking for the attention, but they were sure willing to give it. I’m fairly sure I had an audience once in a while when I took my showers. The summer was crazy - we had parties often, and when we didn’t, we’d wind up at Golden Gardens - one of the few parks in the city that allowed bonfires. They started prepping for Burning Man, and talked me into going. That’s a story for another time — but I’ll just say good times were had by all. We came back, and somewhere in there one roomie moved out and another moved in. She was pretty. Really pretty. and she liked girls. We shared a wall, and like the roomie above me, I could hear when she had company over. The soft sighs and giggles kept me awake far more than than the thuds and grunts I could hear coming from other parts of the place.
Jake? Dude? you coming back??? Huh… maybe I’ll have to write the steamy blogentry of the time Jake and I didn’t meet… heh heh heh