snow bent boughs and branches... ice and frost...

bundled up in the 10 foot long scarf I made for myself a decade ago... just because I don't want to freeze

chilly frozen fingers... I'll tickle them over you

it's that time of year again...
tht and I'm eating licorice which ups my hormones... yes, really it balances estrogen... so men, beware of ODing on it...

anyway, I love licorice and it's one treat that sets my mood... mmmm
my wet, wet double overtime WET mood....

trouble for me, since I'm needing to be appeased...



ahhh well.... juicy dreamy me...

touching his face.. feeling whiskers scratching my sensitive skin... I lean in closer and melt my soft lips to his... kissing him sweetly, then hungrily in wanton bliss... aching for the touch and desire he so well expresses...

I stroke his whiskered face with one hand and begin nibbling down his neck to his shoulder... kissing nipping and tasting his scent on my tongue... I moan into his mouth as his hands travel over my body...

So easily aroused, I become wet and eager for more...

touch me

I feel his breath upon my skin... then his hands as they tug my top over my head... then while kissing my hungrily he unhooks my bra and slides it to the floor...

hands cupping each soft creamy lobe he massages my breasts until the nipples are hard and aching to be lathed with his tong and suckled by his warm mouth..

Mmm I need your desire

caressing and massaging up my spine and across my shoulders... his hands are strong and pull me loser to his hard body...

Mmm, I want your fire


tasting my mouth, then licking and kissing his way down my body, he slides my jeans off my hips without unbuttoning them... I step out of them and await his passion

thick fingers delve into my wet slit... sliding over the crowning hard pearl of a clit and then through the soft thick folds to my juicy wetness...
lips part and breath heaves from my chest... groaning against him I begin to cum down my leg... kissing me again, his fingers bring up sticky webs of thick juices sweet, to his mouth, then to mine, to lick and suck of his fingers stroking in and out of my lips.. I kiss him fiercely taking his lip into my mouth then sucking his tongue into mine mimicking what I plan to do to him later. He groans and claims my mouth again with his.. penetrating deeply with his tongue, nibbling stroking reminding me of the orgasmic bliss I've had with him before...

I'm aching

I need his lust, I crave his desire... and oh would that I could have his love and tenderness.... who a gift that would be.

sex sex sex sex

is it on your mind?

if so, why the hell not???

you're here for a reason...

enjoy it!

Happy Thanksgiving to those who celebrate it.

I'm tired after a long night and day... but I can say I'm thankful for life. For opportunities to change my life...

for the joy I gain when I go up into the mountains and down to breath in the water, see and feel and taste it on the air in the creeks and rivers.

I'm grateful that my dad is still alive and plugging along.

I'm thankful for decent men who're examples to me...

THANK YOU to the ones who've wished me well today.

I'm glad to be a woman...

I like m curves...

my breasts are still rather perky for an older woman...

my skin is soft... so is the rest of me... too soft and yielding... more fat than I wish to have, but I admit that knowing that doesn't bother most of you, or the men I've been with... makes it easier for me to relax.

I admit that menopause makes me loony. And having to deal with cramps and periods used to and still does almost make me wish it on a man or two.

But I don't have to struggle with erectile dysfuntion, prostrate issues or blue balls... I can cum in my panties... and cream down my leg without too much notice unless someone has a sensitive sniffer... a wet spot on jeans and a hard on are very noticible. just sayin... thank the Gods. Mmmm mmm mmm

I admit I'm a woman who's lusty and got a sense of humor...

I admit that there are times when I wish I could successfully seduce a man into my bed, or into lavishing so much that people claim a man would... on me.

But, I'm anxious.. and I'm a klutz... I'll tumble into someone and we'll all go down into a pile of bruises...

I'm glad I'm a woman. I'm proud of my softness... my love... and desire... I wish I could share my passion and lusty loving soul... in person. But I botch it up so much.

Ahh well...

batteries and toys.. fingers and music.. dreams and fantasies...
will do for now.

my car is finally being worked on...

my job is going nicely

life is up and down... and I'm so tired.

but regardless of how I'm feeling, life moves forward and up and on...

life can be good... and then my past is reopened like a wound

things hit me hard, but I've only got seconds and scant minutes to afford myself time for tears... move on, says something inside...

my daughter's physician upped her zoloft again... her anxiety was so bad that simple outings to collect the mail or go shopping made her physically ill... stomach queasy and sweating as in an extreme state of fear... now she can enjoy it, and even smile again... I hold my breath and pray she can live without terror triggered by her angry thoughtless father...

On GB I chose to post photos from out past, in hopes that seeing them and my descriptions of way back when she was a wee one, treasured and delicately cradled close to him... her mind thoughts and feelings can be rewritten into recollections of the few years he was sane and knew she was his very own little girl who worshiped her daddy like a hero and example to her...

I'm loving the new job and anxious about getting on my feet in a better way as soon as I can...

I'm blessed with conversations from time to time with friends who help lift me up and to remind me that I'm not too broken... I really hope so.

I'm excited now, about the new job...

the anxiety is gone. I'd had a good last day at work... and was grateful for decency and kindness of those around me. One supe knew about me and lanky, had thought we were still together and after grabbing me for a hug had whispered a request for me to say hi to his friend. I hate to share the ugliness and struggles in relationships like that one.. because when you love someone.. you don't want to share their darkness. anyway... it was fine. I'll miss a lot of people there... but it was my time for change... so overdue.

I'm grateful for the opportunity of change and better pay. I'm glad to be moving forward with progression and hope.

I'm still creating things of beauty with my hands and heart.
I still yearn for climbs and hikes in the mountains and canyons here.

I am a lover, a giver.. I long for someone to share my joy and love and life with.... ahh well.. such a dream, yes?