DATE: 15 Nov 2007, 7:30 am / MOOD: Other


DO YOU KNOW

I must thank you for what you are thinking as it brings a smile onto my lips. The labor of one hands count of days precedes only two fifths more of rest for some but not to you I fear. Any one of many things can make a day alive. The mere touch or smell or laughter of a near one can be the tool to transform darkness to light and gray to white. Press on under the weight of burden so as to be prepared for the relief by its absence. The past is but a collection of thoughts and the future shines with the stars. Neither can be held in your hands though both may be felt. Now step forth into the sun light and gather your joy in your arms if only for a moment. Can you recognize that which you truly hold so dear and will you speak of it loudly or whisper in an ear?



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DATE: 29 Jul 2007, 10:52 pm / MOOD: Other

Save A Horse Ride A Cowboy
(Just as she would have written this)

Hi, my name is Nancy (a sweet slut to my friends)

I had just been having a huge argument with my cheating ass husband. A girlfriend told me that he had been keeping very close company with another woman. When I confronted him about the affair he finally admits it. He swore, "Nancy, it was a short fling and that it meant nothing to me at all. It was just sex for the sake of sex." He said it had been over for several weeks and that he was sorry. I asked him if that affair was over then he should explain why my girlfriend had seen him going into a motel two days ago with the same bitch.
Storming out of the house I yelled at him, "I need time to think this through! Don't wait up! I need to decide what to do about this." I drove around for a few hours listening to the radio as my hot temper simmered. It was already past midnight and I still had no desire to go home. As I sat at a red light in a small town some thirty miles from home the song "Save a Horse Ride a Cowboy" was playing. Looking past the intersection I spotted a country western bar and decided to stop in for a much needed drink.
As I walked in the sounds of conversation stopped. Every head turned to look at me. I realized that I was not exactly dressed for this type of bar. Almost all the customer's were wearing jeans, boots, and some style of western hat. I, on the other hand, had left the house in the dress I had just bought on a shopping trip that day. The thin silky material clung to every curve of my well conditioned body. I had bought the dress to entice my cheating husband with before finding out about his affair. I almost regretted getting into the argument with him as I had been so looking forward to having sex tonight with him. I had been so damned horny all day.
The dress was a basic brown wrap around style but was very well made. The closure was secured by a simple attached rope belt that tied on the side. A slight tug in just the right direction would undo the knot and allow it to open. That had been the plan for hubby's pleasure. Now I may never have the chance to tease his cheating ass into submission. But now who knows?
Sitting at a table near the side of the bar the waitress took the drink order and left to fill it. Some conversation had started back up in the bar but several of the men were still looking at me. When the waitress returned I asked, "Are there always this many cowboys in this place?" Glancing around the bar she explained, "Most of these guys are only pretend cowboys. Now that bunch sitting over there are real cowboys. Their here to compete in the rodeo that just set at the arena up down the street."
As I sat at the table the music began to get to me. I had never been much of a country music fan however this evening I found myself tapping my shoe to the sounds of the music filling the bar. The music was loud but not like what you would find in other clubs. Being a weeknight the bar was not filled as much as it would be on the weekend. Motioning for the waitress to bring another drink I turned back to look out over the small dance floor. A slim young man get up from the table of rodeo cowboys he shared with his buddies and started to walk in my direction. Being a happily married woman (at least until the argument) I would normally, but politely, brush off any man's attempts to talk to me but being still mad at my husband had me feeling the need for some company. As he approached the table I gave him a quick once over. Impressed by his build I even caught myself looking below his belt to check out his bulge.
Bending a little the young cowboy extended his hand to me palm up, "Pretty lady, would you like to dance with me?" I smiled and informed him that I hadn't danced to country music in years. He smiled as he took my hand and pulled me up, "That's ok. It's like making love. Once you have done it you never forget how!" Intrigued, I allowed him to lead me out onto the empty dance floor. I was actually enjoying having his arm around my waist as we danced. For some unknown reason his body felt at home against mine. The song was over and he walked me back to my table. As I sat down I looked up at him and said, "Why don't you join me cowboy?" He sat down smiling, "The names Jason miss!" Smiling at this good looking cowboy I said, "Hello Jason. My name is Nancy!"
The waitress brought both of us another drink and we just sat talking for a while. Looking around the bar I noticed that most of the other patrons had left for the evening. The only ones left were a few locals, the three friends Jason had left to dance with me, the waitress, and the bar tender. Before I realized it one of his friends had walked up to the table. He smiled at me as he asked Jason, "Jason do you mind if I dance with your lady friend?" Before he could answer I heard myself saying, "Why ask him? I can make up my own mind cowboy!"
Standing up I walked ahead of him to the dance floor. The thought of my husband cheating on me had me still pissed off. I was thinking that maybe I should dance with every cowboy here as a sort of payback. Feeling this new man's arms around me as we danced was exciting. I caught myself moving against him in a sexual way. I could feel his dick harden as I rubbed against him. As the dance was ending another cowboy had found his way to my side, "May I have a dance darling?" I smiled and nodded then felt his arms pull me hard against his middle. For some reason I was enjoying the closeness of these men. I smiled as I felt the lump in his pants pressing against me. This dancing and the hardness of these men made me feel like I was a wanted woman again. I already knew that I could have my pick if I decided I wanted one of them. I felt warm inside at just the thought of being able to excite this rough cowboy so easily. I was beginning to enjoy teasing these cowboys a lot more than a married woman should. As the dance continued I pulled my body against him again and again wanting to feel his body and his hardness. I couldn't quite understand but I was getting very excited teasing these men. This was a slow dance and I soon felt his leg move between mine and press hard on my pussy. As if by reflex I opened my legs to let him press this thigh directly on my pussy. Chills of excitement ran through my excited body. Excitement the likes of which I hadn't felt in years. Without even thinking about what I was doing I reached behind him and squeezed his tight ass.
After the dance was finished I walked with him back to the table were the other three cowboys now sat waiting for me. I walked up beside Jason and asked, "Ok, who has my chair guys?" Jason patted my soft ass and then his lap and said, "Sit down here Gin. It's a better seat than these chairs and a lot softer." Laughing for the first time all night I sat down and reached for the drink they had bought me and drank it straight down. Without a word the waitress appeared with another round of drinks. As I took a sip the bartender blinked the lights for last call. I was feeling all warm inside as I felt the drinks beginning to take control of me.
Feeling the bulge of Jason's dick growing under me I wiggled and pressed myself down on it. "Jason I thought you said your lap was softer than those chairs. It feels pretty hard where I'm sitting!" Then it dawned on me that I had not had one thought about my husband or the argument in over an hour. I knew that I was still pissed at him, and yet I was really enjoying being here with these men. A chill of excitement ran up and down my back.
I felt Jason's hand begin to slip from my waist down across the swell of my hip and come to rest with his open palm against the side of my ass. Sitting there enjoying this stranger playing with my ass I flashed back to a time when an old boyfriend had bent me over the side of a pool table. The smell of the pool chalk was what I remembered teasing my nose as he screwed me from behind. I could still feel my body being pushed so hard against the table with each and every hard thrust of his dick into my pussy. I had never been able to look at another pool table without remembering that pounding he gave my pussy. That and the warm feel of his sperm squirting into me as he came in a frenzy of hard uncontrolled thrusts.
Twisting to look at Jason's face I enjoyed the feel of his hard dick pushing up against my ass. "Jason it's a shame this place is closing. I really wanted to play some pool!" One of his friends heard my comment and went over to the bartender. They talked for a moment before he returned to the table. "Nancy, if you want to shoot some pool Phil say's he will let us stay longer while he cleans up!"
That was what I had hoped for. I stood up and smiled at the men, "Anyone care to shoot some pool with this tipsy city gal?" They all stood up and followed me to the table. The idea that they were all looking at my ass as I walked made me sway a little more to tease them. I had already decided that I would tease these men but had not decided just how far I was prepared to go. The idea of getting laid on a pool table had been in my mind from my college days. I had not thought about that desire for many years. Now the idea that I had the chance to do just that was making me more than a little wet. The knowledge that these guys were more than willing to help me fulfill that desire pushed me to continue teasing them. "I'll rack them", I said as I squatted at the end of the table to pull the balls out of the box. "You guys decide who's going to play with me first?" You knew that comment had hit home.
Bending over at the end of the table to break the set I announced, "Ok guys, you can watch me while I break your balls!" I broke then pretended to blush when Jason tried to correct what you had said. "Jason how do you know that was not exactly what I meant to say? Maybe I should break your balls first big boy? If you're a good cowboy and treat me right who knows what I might be willing to do just that!" I took my turns shooting and even managed to make a few shots. The feeling of all their eyes looking up and down my body with lust as I shot were making me really horny. The dress was so soft fitting that every curve of my body was displayed to these men every time I bent to shoot. My breasts were so exposed to their view that they almost fell out of the dress as I lined up each shot.
Jason missed leaving the eight ball sitting in the pocket. Knowing that this would be my last shot of the game for me I watched with relief as the cue ball stopped where it was too hard to reach. I had one more tease to put on these men. I asked for the crutch but was told some drunk had broken it. Smiling at having seen the broken crutch in the corner earlier I knew that this shot could be very revealing. Deciding to tease these men some more I slipped up onto the end of the table and laid down to be able to position for the shot. Deliberately moving to allow my dress to open below the belt and reveal my long legs almost up to my now soaking wet pussy. I could hear the breaths being sucked in and the moans of desire for me as I prepared to shoot.
As I lay there I quickly glanced from man to man and saw big bulges in each set of jeans. "Guys this dress is pulling to hard and preventing me from getting into the right position. Do you mind?" Without waiting for a response I grabbed the belt rope and pulled. The dress opened up and fell to the side revealing every part of my body. It barely covered part of my small lace bra and none of my small lace panties. I stretched out revealing even more of my body to these horny cowboys and took the shot. As the ball fell into the pocket I asked, "Did you guys see that? Was that shot something to see or what?" I stayed stretched across the table looking at each man as they stood lusting over my body.
After giving them a moment to fully enjoy the sight I slowly slid back off the table. The waitress handed me another drink and whispered, "Girl you are so bad tonight. These guys are about ready to cum in their pants. Even Jake the bartender stopped to watch you. I think I might go play with Jake if you don't want help here?" I told her, "Go ahead and do him. Just be sure these guys see you doing him."
While I was chatting with the waitress one of the guys had put some more money into the now silent jukebox and pushed some buttons. Jason walked back in front of me and took my face into his hands. I knew he was going to kiss me and I really wanted to let him. As my tongue explored his tongue the sounds of "The Stripper" came out of the jukebox. Jason pulled his face back as he felt me grinding into his hard dick, "Damned your hot girl. Do you want to dance to this song for us?" I looked into his eyes and thought that this would be a good pay back to my cheating husband for his affair. Besides I had always wanted to get naked in front of a bunch of horny men. To strip naked while watching as they go crazy. I backed away a step and tied the belt back. The moans from the guys were soon replaced with clapping as I told Jason, "How about you guys lifting me up onto the table?" Four strong arms grabbed me and quickly lifted me up.
Standing on the table I began to dance and grind to the vocal approval of every man watching me. Slowly I ran my hands over my entire body. Cupping my breast I jiggled them at the guys asking, "What do you think guys?" As I watched the way they were beginning to rub themselves as I was dancing the hotter I was getting. Smiling at Jason my hand pulled at the belt. The dress slid open in front and I danced so as to cause it to open and close.
Looking over at the bar I saw that the waitress was naked and laying on her back on the bar. Jake the bartender was doing a good job of eating her pussy, "Look at Jake guys. He sure seems to be having a good time eating that waitress pussy! I'll bet he makes her cum real fast!" Looking back at the horny cowboys watching my every move I slowly slipped the dress over my shoulders and let it drop to the table top. "Like what you see cowboys?" I just knew they could see the wet area over my excited pussy.
Continuing to dance I reached behind and unhooked the small lace bra. I held it up against my breasts as I cupped them. The roar of, "Drop it baby, drop it!" was making me have goose bumps all over my body. After a short tease I tossed the bra onto one of the cowboy's faces. They all yelled with approval as my breasts were revealed. My nipples were erect and so sensitive from the lust I had building up inside. Dancing and bending I continued to tease these horny cowboys. When they began begging me to take off my panties I smiled, "Why should I be the only one here that is naked? Why don't you guys show me what you've got inside those jeans? I see a few nice bulges."
My pussy was soaked as I watched them all getting naked for me. The hardness of their dicks pleased me as each popped out and stood at attention pointing to me. I knew the song was almost over so I quickly slipped out of my wet panties and stood before these hard dick cowboys completely naked. My whole body quivered as I stood there enjoying allowing these men to see me naked. I had finally gotten to fulfill my dream of striping in front of a bunch of horny men and it felt so good I wondered why I had waited so long.
Doing a grind that I had seen a girl do in a strip club once I savored their looks of lust for my body. The song had stopped and then another started. I quickly recognized it and motioned for Jason to climb onto the table and lay on his back. Straddling his body and looking down at his hard dick I sang along with the song, "Save a horse ride a cowboy!" I reached over and took a hat from the head of an otherwise naked cowboy and put it on my own head. Looking down at Jason laying there with that wonderful stiff dick waiting for me I slowly began to lower myself down toward his waiting hardness. As I got lower I took his dick into my hand and rubbed the head in the juices oozing out of my pussy. Pausing as the head of his dick touched my pussy opening I looked around at the other men, "I think I'll save a horse and ride this cowboy!" As they clapped I lowered myself down onto Jason's hard erect dick. The feeling of pure joy flooded over and through me as I felt his hard dick filling my hungry pussy.
With my pussy filled I held for a moment with his shaft buried inside me. Oh, it felt so good. I tightened my muscles around his dick over and over as I enjoyed this long awaited ride. The words to the song echoed through the room. I looked around the room at the faces of the men waiting to see if they were going to get a turn with me. Laughing as I felt my body shake from an enormous orgasm I began bouncing up and down on Jason's stiff shaft as I sang, "Save a horse ride a cowboy!"


Now ladies, you take it from here. Show me how bad you would get. Tell me where you would go if it was your sweet ass on the table riding Jason...


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DATE: 20 Jul 2007, 10:38 pm / MOOD: Other


CAN YOU PAINT WITH YOUR MIND?

The blank slate was where it all began. Blank and cleaned and washed countless times from past attempts to achieve the perfect image. Neither preconceived notion nor line of sight could cling to its surface. The successful attempt for the answer depended on the use of imagination to bring forth the proper colors onto the slate.

To be asked again and again, what is perfection? Just how close could one hope to reach knowing that touching was forbidden? Could they ever know, or ever grow, enough to stretch for that which will always be just out of reach? How close should one hope that imagination would bring them to that which they seek?

To often thoughts are of what we desire and should be based upon what has been experienced. Attempts to envision what cannot yet be seen may bring more questions than answers and thus confuse the mind. Should the image, the physical, or the reality be of more value than the essence of the mind? Or should they be treated as equal in the pursuit? The future becomes the past with each passing moment. The clock ticks the same for everyone. The alarms are just set differently.

The image on the slate slowly formed and became unto a life and a force of itself. Smooth flowing lines and definition of form become unimportant. Almost as a trivial perspective of what had been conceived and searched for. Natural elements began to draw out the truth of the search. What really occurs to bring satisfaction to the being is the acceptance of beauties true presence. Reach deep into the very soul to find tranquility, harmony, and peaceful turmoil, and then rest in the sanctuary of its embrace.

Should you find yourself seeking the image ask yourself this. Are you able to draw from your mind onto the slate? Can you blend the colors that you see using those on the palette? Will your preconceived notions fall to the side and allow your eyes to see the blending of needs with desires? If one is not prepared to see the importance of the search then they are doomed to a life of washing the slate clean into eternity.

Open your mind and open your heart to the truths that will achieve the goal of a beautiful and full completion of the search. Allowing the eyes to gaze on what matters not what is expected by cultures biddings. Have the right colors appeared before and not been recognized as compatible on the palette? Take pause and reflect on what ends are being sought before mixing the choice of colors.

Please be seated. Open your mind and close those butterfly eyes. Dig deep into that person buried within. Compare the things you want, the things you need, and the realities of life. Can you separate what is from what you seek? Now pick up your brush and load your palette with the colors in your life.


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DATE: 17 Jul 2007, 2:58 pm / MOOD: Other

Minds are intriguing
Life is intriguing
You as well are intriguing
Not by the body and the beauty
Not by the love you have for today
Not by your lust for life
Not by your gift for short replies
But by all those possibilities
Those and so many more
The paths that we each chose in life
Ours have crossed in twilight time
The gentle evening when one relaxes
They may never cross in reality
Yet who knows what embers glow
Deep inside the hearts
Mine belongs to many who hold it
None can keep eternal grip
Mine will one day slip away
Floating up to the one who made it beat
In my mind I hold the pictures of time
You are there as well
Smile for someone today and see who smiles back.


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DATE: 17 Jul 2007, 2:54 pm / MOOD: Other

In my mind I can fly!

So did I tickle your interest
Did I tease your brain
Want to see the world from above
Feel the heat of red lava
The numbness of the frost
The touch of the wind
See the past that was
The people that were
Grass is not always greener
Some can be meaner
Watch the hungry gleaner
Lay in the waters edge
Lights dance in the night sky
The pebble breaks the water
Energy only changes form
Where will the path lead you
Listen the soft spoken lady
With the butterfly eyes


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DATE: 10 Jul 2007, 10:08 pm / MOOD: Happy

I woke up this morning..........

I woke up this morning after a night of having no dreams that I could remember. I opened my eyes to see your face just inches from mine. Your head was resting on my extended arm. I had no idea how I got here. I was not in my own bed. I could not remember anything of the night before.
Your eyes were closed. Peacefulness radiated with a glow from your face. All I could see was from your neck up. I assume the sheets covered the rest of your body as I didn't look down. I lay there several minutes admiring you and absorbing your glow as I tried to remember what events could have lead to this awakening pleasure. Just as I was thinking about getting up and letting you sleep your eyes fluttered slightly and slowly opened. You simply looked into my eyes then a smile seemed to rise on your lips like the sun coming up. The warmth of your look filled my body and softened my soul.
I reached up and gently traced your face with my finger tips. Pushing back your hair from the sides of your cheeks as you awoke. The dawn was just breaking and the light was chasing the shadows from the room. I don't know how much time was passing as we simply lay there looking into each others eyes yet not speaking.
I slipped my hand along the side of your head through your hair to cup the back of your neck. I moved my head closer to your soft gentle face and watched your lips prepare to accept my kiss. I could feel the warmth of you as our faces neared. I watched your eyes softly close. I could already taste your mouth even before we connected. The fragrance of your being was so sweet and light it teased my senses. Then, just as our lips were going to touch, I woke up.

Talk about bad timing for a dream. That seems to be the way of life when things are getting so sweet and reality wakes you up.


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DATE: 09 Jul 2007, 11:02 am / MOOD: Full of life

The place was white the air was clean and pure. As I walked the mist was scattered by my stride. Pausing by a stream with the purest water I had ever seen. My lungs opened and filled with the freshness and the mild temperature. I sat down on the white bank of the stream. Peacefulness overtook me and I slept.
The slight whish of your skirt woke me from the nap. You smiled at me as you sat down at my side.
Your eyes twinkled as you looked into my eyes and leaned in so close, "What is in the bag that you hold in your hands? Why do you clutch it so tight? You are holding it as if you fear you might lose it or let it escape! Holding your hands like that makes you look funning when you walk or just stand.
Your voice is confident but your hands say you are hiding a secret. We have known each other for some time now so would you be a friend. Open your hands and let me see the things in the bag you treasure so dear!
Oh come now it can't be that hard. I've told you before I will always try to understand and I will never make fun. Please open your hands and let me see! Show me just what you're hiding from me. What is it that you protect from my eyes?
Your hands were first trembling but now it's your arms. I can see your muscles flex as you hold it much tighter. I thought we were getting to be better friends but not showing me your treasure makes me think you're holding back. Friends should share things whether good or bad. Good things make us happy bad things make us sad. The act of sharing only brings us closer."
I leaned over and whispered into your ear, "In my hands I hold all my deep thoughts and my fears. Some things I am ashamed of as well as the other secrets of my soul. I can't bring myself to share these with anyone I can't trust with my life. I didn't even share them with one who was my life. At times I would I let out a few just to see what would happen. I realized I had opened them up to one I could not trust. One who would throw them back at me as faults and bad things not seeing that that was the way that I am. I am but a human with some weakness and sometimes with fear. Fear of betrayal and rejection. I can only be slapped so many times before I pull back inside and hold these things away from the light.
Before I could share these with another again I would need to build trust. A friend is a rare find in any lifetime. Many say they are my friends but are just shadows and ghosts that leave when the sun comes up.
But now let me ask you what is in the small bag tied to your waist? You never open it and I have many times wondered what it contains!"
Now we just sat and into each others eyes we stared. Wondering just what there was that made hearts soften and feelings grow. How could two be so close and yet so far apart for so long? The fact that we thought we might know each other yet were strangers hit with a force that shook so deeply. A lightning bolt had flown from a clear sky night's sky. Looking up together and seeing the countless beautiful stars as never before.
You smiled at me as you untied the sash holding your bag. Gently laying it between us you looked deep into my eyes, "I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours?"


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