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I am interested in talking to you. What excites you? What is on your mind? I would love to know and share. Do you have a question that you would like to discuss? Do you need to have someone understand your desires? Let us see what we have to talk about.

I will expect respect, though I am not to be feared.

So, off you go to - or call 949 999-5900 and do tell them Saffron sent you (it's my middle name). I am extension 611.

Monday, December 29, 2008

Do You Believe in Miracles?

Four weeks ago I would not have believed this possible. But my boy's... the San Diego Chargers... will be going to the play offs.

On Sunday night we played the Denver Broncos. They had lost their last three games to put us in the position for this game to be a go on or go home situation.

And the final score SD 52 - Den 21.

We left no doubt. Rivers was 15-of-20 for 207 yards. Sproles had two touch downs, LT three and Hester had one. We played an all out offensive game and our defense stepped up and played like the team I knew they could be.

So we will be playing Indianapolis at home next weekend. And you know at this point, anything is possible. It has been a bizarre and sometimes miraculous season.

Sunday, December 28, 2008

A Quick Spanking

My favorite present this year was a wonderful little video camera from Hubby.
We had a bit of fun making this test to see how it would work.
I think he might be faking the owwwsss.

Microfantasy - Strap On

I shut the bathroom door behind me after changing. He sat just where I had left him on the end of the bed, only difference since I had been in the bathroom was that he was now naked.

"I see you are eager to begin." I moved to stand just in front of him.

"Yes," was all he whispered.

"Help me out of this skirt dear." And with a trembling hand he reached for the zipper on my skirt. He lowered it with exquisite slowness. The anticipation rose in me as he did this. His cock rose too as the zipper inched lower and I smiled down at him. As he unbuttoned the top button I gave a little shimmy and the skirt slipped from my hips. He offered a small gasp as the skirt fell and he saw what I had changed into while in the bathroom. Something he loved to fantasize about but never had done for me.

"Miss Honey?" I smiled knowing his question didn't matter. This was going to happen.

I took hold of the beautiful plastic cock I had strapped on my hips earlier. "Yes dear, it is what I want." He looked up at me and I lifted the toy to his lips.

"Yes," was all he whispered.


For the Microfantasy prompt at the Sweltering Celt. This week's theme Strap On.

Saturday, December 20, 2008

No Choice

“Do you trust me?” I asked him as I began to wind the rope around his arms behind his back. I started at the wrists, bound them together then slowly worked my way up his forearms wrapping the black nylon rope around and around pulling his arms back more and more until he gasped and I knew that was enough.

“Do you trust me?” I repeated the question leaning down whispering it in his ear. He could only mumble. The red satin panties that filled his mouth prevented any real talking. He knelt on the floor at the foot of our bed. I moved in front of him and tilted his head up so he was looking at me. “Do you trust me?” I asked for the third time. He had tears in his eyes, but he nodded his head yes very slowly. I took one of my feet and rubbed it up between his legs, the top of it grazing against him. He was already hard and twitched at this gentle contact and I felt a bit of moisture as I rubbed higher and higher against the shaft and the head of his cock. “Good, we've talked about this, I know what you want. You want to watch me fuck someone else, we both know it. Tonight you'll have no choice. You will not move from this spot where you are kneeling for me until I tell you. Do you understand?” Again he shook his head yes, but he was crying even harder.

I stepped around him to the door of the bedroom, he dropped his head down, acceptance, defeat, it did not matter. Opening the door I nodded to the friend that waited there. She went inside and sat on the edge of the bed in front of my husband. She was naked and spread her legs wide opening herself up to him as she did she tugged the panties from his mouth. I sat down on the chair next to the bed. He looked at her, then up at me, clearly he was confused. He always assumed it was going to be another man. I knew this, and only smiled at him. He started to say something but she simply put one finger to his lips and he was silent again.

“Yes, darling, I told you to trust me. I know what's best. And tonight you'll get her ready for me and then you'll watch us together. Go on now, do as you are told. You have no choice.”

Playing with Photos

Just playing around a bit on a Saturday morning -

Symblemine Being Naughty

To start visit this link for Symblemine's Voice Project on Photobucket -

So you may know that I shared online tasks at The Org. A lovely site where I develop various naughty ideas that touch on a variety of kinks. The members there who desire to share with me will ask very nicely and then do what I have instructed and reply back with the details. While sharing in this way is not for everyone, I certainly enjoy offering the opportunity to those who do want this a place to do this.

Symblemine (one of my delicious Hotties) shared with me my Task - Days of Denial - she made this lovely little recording above that I simply find delightful. So nice to know I made such a sweet girl so.... what was her word... argrrrrrr.

Here are the details of what the task that she did for me. She gave very sexy reports each evening, but if you want to read all those you will need to join The Org.


Items Needed –
One pair Girly Cotton Underwear (no thong please, these should be new for this task)
Kitchen timer
Five different fruits and/or vegetables
Bullet vibrating toy
Dildo and lube as necessary

Task –
This task will last 5 days. You will report daily at the end of each day.
Boy’s you will wear women’s panties every day. The same pair all five days, all day every day. They are to be cute, so a pastel color with flowers or some girly pattern, not a thong. I like a boy in panties, I think they look so cute hugging a boy’s buns and show his cock and balls so nicely as they strain against the low cut. If you are a girl….well, you are going to have to cut a little, a hole in the crotch of a cute little girl looking pair. I like the idea of something girly and naughty all at the same time. The same pair all five days all day every day.
First thing each morning you will put on only your panties and kneel where you are comfortable, it should be a different place each day. Pull your panties down to just below your bottom and you will masturbate to an edge there on your knees for me. You have 11 minutes or your edge which ever comes first. I think beginning the day, thinking of sex and me is a nice way to start.
Each day at lunch you will find some privacy and take that day’s fruit or vegetable and perform oral sex on it for me. It can be any fresh food item you want but do be creative and different each day. Half a peach that represents a pussy, my pussy, a banana that you deep throat, a tomato with a hole cut in the top that you think of as a tight little asshole. Whatever way and food item you can think of… do get creative. You will think about sex and about offering pleasure to someone who is dominant to you as you do this for 4 minutes. When you have finished you will eat at least half of this phallic substitute.
Each day you will rub up against two different things to get aroused and one other thing to find your edge. That is three times a day you will rub your sex against something for me. I so like this idea. Handle of a broom or vacuum while you clean, on your knees between your mattress and box springs, hole of the paper towel roll filled with jello… I don’t care… I just want you to be naughty and horny and oh yes… denied. I want you thinking about sex… but you can’t quite have it.
One half hour each day you will if you are a girl have your bullet vibrating toy inside your pussy on low or if you are a boy in your panties tight against your cock and balls on low. This should be on enough to get and keep you aroused, but not enough to take you over the edge.
Each evening you will take your dildo and fuck yourself with it. Oh… but do get creative. I want you to think about me and if that toy was strapped to me. So find a new and creative way to fuck each night. Stuff it tight in cushions of the couch and ride, duct tape it to a wall and back on to it. I love to see you get naughty and nasty for me. But, no cumming. Just find an edge, as close as you can get. You may stroke your cock or pussy or use the vibe as well to get there but NO CUMMING. This is me taking you for my pleasure to use you, not for your orgasm.
Each night before bed you will lay naked and spread eagle for me. You will choose a different place each night to lie. Because I like you naked and spread eagle and being somewhere other than your bed is sexy. And while you lay there open, and exposed and ready for me to do just about anything I can think of to you. You will think of what you would want to do for me… or for me to do to you that you would take from me. Fantasize for me. And while you do stroke your body, all over, except for your pussy or cock and balls. You will lay there on the floor thinking, fantasizing, touching your body for 18 minutes. Set your kitchen timer… then don’t worry about the time. Just feel yourself, imagine how you feel to me. What we could do together.
And on the final night, the 5th night you have two options. After your day is complete and you have done everything for me you can lay on the floor, fantasize for those 18 minutes and when the timer goes off you may stroke and play with your pussy or cock until you cum. Or you can just do as every day before this and only stroke your body and fantasize. So yes, there is a price for cumming… for making that choice. If you decide to cum this night, night 5, you will be denied an orgasm again after this one I give to you for 5 additional days. If you don’t cum on this 5th day, if you deny yourself just once more you will wait, 24 hours more and then give me the orgasm you have waited so patiently for. Just one more day and then you will cum again any way you want.

Reporting –
You are to post daily after your time spent there spread wide on your back. You commitment to me is to report every day about that day’s experiences. The what, the where, the how… all the details, thoughts and feelings that I love to know and you want to share. And of course that fantasy you thought of as you lay there spread wide and open for me. Your report at the end of day 5 will obviously tell me which choice you made. Then based on that choice you will post one more time, either in 24 hours or 5 days later after you take the orgasm I give to you. Either way is acceptable and the choice is yours as long as you commit to the consequences.

Brownies & Other 3rd Thursday Stuff

So Mala brought his digital mobile recording studio to this month's Third Thursday. We had a bit of fun testing it out. The above recording was the reading of the label on the brownies Crowe brought to share. I said next time I would bring something a bit more.... interesting... to record. But this was fun.

Mala as Third Thursday's official Club Secretary took a few notes of the various discussions that took place so I will quote his meeting minutes here (so glad he brings a notebook).

  • I need to locate an ASCII art conversion program for Miss Honey so that she can test it out to see if exceptionally naughty photos, when converted to ASCII art, prove to be titillating while also managing to actually increase the level of frustration in the viewer. Suggestions of such programs are welcome, but I'm guessing it'll come down to the traditional Google search.

  • 'Half Nekkid Thursday' should be supplemented by 'Full Naked Friday'.

  • There was discussion about changing the 'Third Thursday' concept to 'Fourth Friday' in order to increase attendance, and to maintain alliteration. If you think this might increase your chances of making it out for the evening, please speak up.

  • The song "Santa Baby" should never, ever be sung by a man. The only exception would be raging drag queens in an appropriate setting.

  • Whispering "I want to kiss you like that when you cum" in some one's ear is a damned good line. Even if delivered by a professional stripper looking to get a better tip, it still carries a pretty impressive impact.

The January meeting will be on the 15th at Omaha Jacks in Rancho for any Inland Empirians who want add to the conversations or any other additions, naughty or nice, that seem relevant at the time. I think I will make a small sign to put on the table "3rd Thursday" so we don't miss anyone... sorry Larry.

Tell Me... #10

Tell Me. Amazing what lovely things get shared with those two words. Weekly... three questions or open ended prompts. Questions open to anyone who stops by to visit, so go on answer and "tell me." You may answer all or just one or two, but you must answer truthfully... this isn't fiction. Write a single word... or a thousand, it is up to you. I would love to hear from you. And we all like to share in the naughty revealed. Remember you can always post anonymous here on my blog if you are shy. I will be posting my reply to my own questions on Friday's before the next Questions go up Saturday morning. So go on now... click the Comments button and ...

Tell me...

  • Why do you blog? .

  • What would you get surgically fixed/enhanced/changed if you had a Plastic Surgery gift certificate?

  • Describe anything sexy/sexual/naughty/kinky that turns you on.

If you would like to Tell Me anything else the previous Tell Me's.... are over there linked on the side bar answer all you like ------>>>

Thursday, December 18, 2008

HNT - Warm Tootsies

Okay, it has been a bad holiday season and no real tree is up at the house yet.

So this cyber version will have to do.

So here is me, warming my bare nekkid tootsies by the cyber fire.


Monday, December 15, 2008

Just His Boots - Microfantasy Monday

He sat silently next to me. The gag of my wet panties tied with my left stocking filled his mouth. I drove slowly down the dark two lane road. The party had been fun and I was charged up sexually and knew my darling was as well.

“Take off your clothes.” I said gently, but there was no doubt it was an order and that made him jerk a bit.

He took off his boots first. He was proud of those boots, a deep rich black snake skin. He always acted a bit more… macho… when ever he put them on. Even tonight watching the show put on by the Andersons there by the patio door he had rubbed himself against me. I had felt his hard cock pushing against my hip as we stood and watched Claire getting a whipping that left many at the party gasping. It only took a few more moments after the boots came off for him to be naked sitting there with the interior light of the car shining on his pale skin.

“Put the boots back on.” I spoke even softer. I could see him lean toward me to catch my words. The boots went back onto his feet. I slowed. Took a look around outside. Yes, there it was the big sycamore. Yes, exactly as I had planned, just two miles from home. I eased onto the shoulder, put the car in park turned to him and said simply…

“Get out.”


Written for Microfantasy Monday #6 at Sweltering Celt - Theme this week... boots.

Saturday, December 13, 2008

Incomplete Thoughts

The knots I tied were not secure
I cried as each fell free
I thought perhaps to bind
my heart but such things
are never really possible.

The knots I tied were not secure
I only wanted to give everything

He sat in the chair. Nothing but red silk ribbons holding limbs down. He was stronger than these bits of silk and if he pulled they wouldn't hold him for a moment. But he was as bound in this moment as he had ever been with leather or rope. She felt in control but it was just an...

I dreamed I was on fire and no one saw me, no one felt the heat, no one...

He had told her truths but she struggled to understand what it all meant to...

I had a dream last night... you were sitting I was standing I kept trying to tie your hands and the binding just slipped lose like watered silk. Then I tried rope, but it simply broke as if made of only paper. I only struggle with this all because I don't know how to be. My sexuality makes me feel bold and confident. Without it I feel...

Tell Me... #9

Tell Me. Amazing what lovely things get shared with those two words. Weekly... three questions or open ended prompts. Questions open to anyone who stops by to visit, so go on answer and "tell me." You may answer all or just one or two, but you must answer truthfully... this isn't fiction. Write a single word... or a thousand, it is up to you. I would love to hear from you. And we all like to share in the naughty revealed. Remember you can always post anonymous here on my blog if you are shy. I will be posting my reply to my own questions on Friday's before the next Questions go up Saturday morning. So go on now... click the Comments button and ...

Tell me...

  • What about you is most attractive to others?
  • Your views on discipline in a D/s relationship.
  • About some weird/odd talent/skill you have?

If you would like to Tell Me anything else the previous Tell Me's.... are over there linked on the side bar answer all you like ------>>>

Friday, December 12, 2008

Betty Page

The lovely, curvy and wonderfully erotic Betty Page passed away last night. She was 85. For details E-online.

Sugasm #154

About Sugasm - The Sugasm is an easy way for sex-bloggers to promote their work. Each week participants review their blog and submit their favorite post. We distribute a list of links to all the posts and give our bloggers a chance to vote for their favorites. We publish the results and each blogger re-posts the list to their blog. To see all the Sugasm submissions visit -

I submitted - Brush Strokes
(which as a side note was featured at Erotic Garden this week.)

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #155? Submit a link to your best post of the week by emailing me directly at radicalvixenatgmaildotcom Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks

“My heart raced as I watched him stare at me, wondering if he knew I was awake. ”

Hot and Handy Part 2: Handjobs for the Ladies in Our Lives
“Getting her wet has two big benefits when it comes to getting her off.”

Sales Report
“I’m the only woman in the room.”

Sugasm Editor
Sex Work And Compassion: Death In A Client’s Family

Editor’s Choice

More Sugasm
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See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

HNT - Fingers

A little early morning bloggy surfing.

I am thinking maybe the not sleeping may be taking its toll.
But at least I have fun things to read while being up wayyyy too early.


Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Santa Baby

Just a little over two weeks until the opening of presents and eating of too much food. Ahhhh... but I thought while you are stressing and seaching online over which pair of leather gloves will look lovely on my hands, or 5" heels Miss Honey needs, you might enjoy this a bit of video joy is the reason for the season.

Can you really say, "Bah!! Humbug!" after watching this bit of naughty holiday fun?

Monday, December 8, 2008

The Party - MicroFantasy Monday

The party was in full swing in the backyard. The Chinese lanterns lit it perfectly, strung between the patio and the back fence. The drinks had flowed and the appetizers were all a hit. People mingled and chatted, laughed and flirted. Her husband would be proud of what a success the night was and all the work she had done to make it so. There was just one more thing to really make this the party of the year.

The guests began to gather on the patio around the large sliding glass door as her husband suggested. He stepped inside and shut the glass door behind him. Walking to the far side of the door he began to pull the cord that would normally close the vertical blinds. But rather than the blinds moving across the expanse of glass she sidestepped into place in the middle of the door. Her hands were bound with thin rope and tied spread wide to the attachments above her head, on her feet six inch heels. She wore nothing else. He stepped up behind her, pushed her closer to the glass, it was cold against her breasts, her stomach, her hips. The guests moved closer to the glass on the other side as one. They saw her body, they saw her face, they saw the tears already beginning to flow from her pretty eyes, and they saw him behind her and they saw the cruel black whip in his hand as he raised it.


In response to the prompt at The Sweltering Celt for Microfantasy Monday , the theme this week...
Sliding. Glass. Doors.

Sunday, December 7, 2008

Rubber Ducky You're the One

Ok... there are just some things are just too cute and too naughty. Here is one too fun example. Though not sure what the batteries are for. If you are interested in figuring that out for me you can find it at -

Things For a Naughty boy to Do

So I just spent some time offering acker seven posts. That is one thing I do like about Blogger, you can post things for the future and they will publish at the date and time you set.

Sharing online in a D/s relationship can be an interesting and often difficult thing. It is done a bit in fits and starts as life and living permits. But the joys of the internet can not be denied in facilitating such a relationship. There are blogs, text chats, voice chats, voice chats with webcam, email, pictures and videos... lots of naughty possibilities. But alas no touching and hurting there with my hands his body. Time zones must be overcome, as he is 8 hours away from me. But the submission is as real as anything. He feels me in our unique way and I adore him for all he does offer. We share an experience that is meaningful for both of us. He is such a very good boy and I am honored to be on this journey of exploration into his desires and my wishes together.

So I set him with small items that will push him and please me for the next seven days. Each will post at 12:01 a.m. California time if you care to follow his adventures this week on his blog.

Today for me he will...

"Find me three naughty pictures that show what you would like me to do to you if we could be together. Add their links to this post.

Spank your pretty body with something wooden 40 times in no more than 4 different spots.

Write me a letter with your delightfully wicked pen hurting you telling me why you offer your submission to me. Take a picture of it and if it isn't visible in the picture type what it says.

When these are done and it is time for bed, you may kneel on your bed, orgasm onto your sheets and then you may lay there in that lovely mess I allowed and go to sleep."

Saturday, December 6, 2008

Tell Me... #8

Tell Me. Amazing what lovely things get shared with those two words. Weekly... three questions or open ended prompts. Questions open to anyone who stops by to visit, so go on answer and "tell me." You may answer all or just one or two, but you must answer truthfully... this isn't fiction. Write a single word... or a thousand, it is up to you. I would love to hear from you. And we all like to share in the naughty revealed. Remember you can always post anonymous here on my blog if you are shy. I will be posting my reply to my own questions on Friday's before the next Questions go up Saturday morning. So go on now... click the Comments button and ...

Tell me...

  • Who you fantasize about and when?


  • What one question do you hope I will never ask?


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Thursday, December 4, 2008

Just One Kiss

Well... as it says, sort of... I hope you enjoy the story of the story as much as the story.
Thank you all for taking the time to ask for one of these.
This one won, but I decided to do it a bit different this week.
:) Honey

After a Bath - HNT

Just a wee picture of my arse. ;)

A bit of playing with the other fun kids Half Nekkid on Thursdays.


Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Brush Strokes ~ The Other Side

François has become a wonderful friend. I shared with you last month his amazingly beautiful and erotic art - Simply Erotic Lines. After a few email exchanges with François I was inspired to write a piece with an "artistic" feel and so I offered up this short story - Brush Strokes. And now look at the lovely gift I have been given back. I absolutely love this retelling of my original story from the artists point of view and am thrilled that I can offer it to you here.


Brush Strokes
The Other Side
by François Dubeau

After instructing her to strip naked, I slipped the black heels on her feet. Then, I placed her hands: one on her hip, the other cupping her breast. Her nipples were hard, as they always were when I posed her. That was why I now worked only with her: she didn’t merely pose, she became the painting. I knew I could twist and turn her body whichever way I wanted, she would never complain. Today, however, she wasn’t posing for the painter. No, the painting was pretty much finished. Today, she was posing for the voyeur.

I could always bend her to my will; usually, I wasn’t really aware of it, engrossed only in my creative work, the model being not as much a woman as a collection of shapes, lines and colors, shadows and light. But today was different. Today, I would savor the woman. I ran my fingers all along her spine, thinking that for all the artistry of my painting, she would forever be the better work of art. Today, I was aware of her body, feeling it curve and twitch under my fingers like a loaded paint brush on canvas, as I reached the small of her back, moving slowly down towards the split in her body. There, my fingers felt soft moisture, like freshly mixed paint on a warm palette. Yes, she indeed was the painting, now more than ever. I felt her shudder, and moved my fingers slowly down her inner thigh. “This leg out a bit more, dear”, I said, as I spread her legs ever so slightly farther apart, maybe a bit more than what was really needed.

I walked back, and noticed she was working hard to keep still. It was not an easy pose to hold, and it touched me to see her strain for my art, for me. Sacrificing herself for my art. Her back to me, twisted so she faced back, her gaze suddenly glazed over: she couldn’t see me anymore, she had become canvas and paint. She had entered an inner place where nothing could touch her and she seemed to levitate, like a surreal sculpture, barely breathing, weightless. Of the two of us, she clearly was the superior artist.

I walked over to my easel, all along keeping my eyes on her beautifully arched back. My waiting canvas was like a mirror to her beautiful body; she had reclaimed the pose perfectly. Just a few details remained to be filled into the picture, but I would take my time. I loaded my brush with just a dab of raw sienna and set to work. Every stroke of my brush made her body twitch and bend. I gently brushed her long, elegant neck, watching her twist her head in answer. The bolder my brush, the less she could keep her body still. Her contained erotic tension pushed me into bolder and bolder colors, sienna giving way to carmine, cobalt and ochre.

With every stroke of my brush, I could see her body sway ever so slightly. I felt like a master over her willing self, but was I? She was the one dictating how my brush would move. Wasn’t she the mistress and I her willing slave? My brush would forever be condemned to do her bidding. What started as an exercise in my power over her had been completely turned around as a small light touch-up of paint had become a complete redo of the painting. She had turned the tables again. She was just too powerful. Just standing there, not moving, she bathed the room in the light of her sultry sensuality, turning every surface a glowing shade of orange one can only find in a Modigliani nude.

My painting, once a nice but somewhat academic and meek rendition of a naked woman, had become an orgy of color, an almost abstract nude, lustful to the nth degree. It was a tribute to her energy. And to what it did to me.

As abruptly as it came, the storm was over. Like someone flicking a switch -- Off! -- the moment was over: “don’t touch it anymore, it’s finished!” I dropped my brush in it’s jar, and walked over to her. I felt exhausted and filled with energy at the same time; it’s always a strange feeling once a painting is done. Elated yet drained. Softly, I put my hand on the small of her back. Touching her made me feel complete. I felt the warm glow one feels after fulfilling sex: la petite mort. I moved down her leg and kneeled to her side to remove the tortureful heels from her feet. I caressed her feet, gently soothing the soreness away. I kissed the back of her knee, pausing there for what seemed like an eternal grace. Still, she held the pose, her arms trembling from fatigue. I eased her arms to her side and straightened her back. Taking her face in my hands, I slowly turned her head to a relaxed position, and rubbed her body all over until I felt her tension release. Her weightlessness suddenly vanished and she crumbled into my arms, turning into a rag-doll. I held her close, warming her trembling body, and kissed a lone tear streaking down her cheek.

“Do you want to see it yet, my muse?” I asked.

“I already have” was her reply, and I knew it was true. Lovingly true.

My Body Art

At Alfie Loves Emma today there was a fun post about body art. So I thought... I don't ever remember sharing my tattoo with you.

So here you go.

I designed several (ok, about 20) different ideas and variations and asked everyone who I thought might have an opinion. I might have irritated a couple of friends, but they forgive me I think.

Hubby has always called me his "Ladybug" as a pet name and so I have a fondness in my heart for them. The vine is in the infinity symbol shape as our rings are engraved Forever and Eternity. I wanted to represent that.

I have considered getting a wee honeybee on my hip or shoulder, but have yet to find or create a design that I have liked. So for now this is the small bit of body art that I have.

Monday, December 1, 2008

Microfantasy Monday - Stop

An open invitation at The Sweltering Celt for Microfantasy Mondays.

She says on her blog... Every weekend, I’ll post a theme for Microfantasy Monday. It could range from vanilla to a double scoop of rocky road with extra nuts, but it will be a theme. Whether or not you choose to follow the theme is up to you.

DO describe in however much detail you want a single “snapshot”, if you will, of a sexual scene.
DO let your inner (still) camera zoom in or out as much as you want.
DO post here in the comments once you’ve posted.
DO try to comment on others’ MMs.
DON’T describe the whole scene - leave something for the imagination!

Having said that, enjoy yourself - this was originally a way for me to overcome writer’s block and start thinking sexy again. There are no requirements, there are no lofty expectations. Just a few sentences is all I ask!

This week: implements of torture.

So... I went for using a toy for pleasure and in the end I think the stop is quite torturous. This is actually a bit of a cross post with an ongoing story at The Org with Angel.


She was exquisite as I began to take her with the vibrator, she held her arms behind her back as she had been taught. This left her vulnerable to all I wanted to do to her. The toy that I used to fill her wet cunt was pleasantly large and looked lovely sliding in and out of her. She was a slut for this bit of plastic. Only a few strokes and she was already at the edge of orgasm. Her moans grew louder, and then she began with the little pleases.

“Please Miss Honey, please.” I took her arm then and pulled at it gently, led her hand there to the front, replaced my hand on the toy with her own. She was so lost I was fairly certain she wasn’t even aware when she took hold of and began to thrust the toy in and out of her spread open sex. And she did so with near brutal force. Her hips were pushed forward lewdly, her head was thrown back, her mouth open.

I took her other arm and guided her hand to her breast. She was so lost. Pure sex this one. “Please, please, please.” She pulled viciously at her own nipple as soon as it came between her fingers, twisting and pulling at it, her fingernails pinching cruelly. I loved this moment, when a she was nothing but sex and need and want.

“Please, please… oh, fuck, please.”

And then I moved very close, leaned in until my mouth was next to her ear and said a word that I knew would be like a slap to her. “Stop.”

And the sweetest sound in the world was her desperate moan.

Another Loss, a Nice Day Anyway

Another loss. But the tailgating was fun. Another loss. But the hot dog and peanuts were good. Another loss. But the weather in San Diego was gorgeous. Another loss. But there were some great plays and cheering for your team is always fun. Another loss. But the cheerleaders were cute. Another loss. But Hubby kissed me a lot. Another loss. But we met some very nice people who cheered and groaned with us. Another loss. But... but... but... oh, sorry... Fuckin' Norv, god damn son of a bitch couldn't coach is way out of a wet paper bag.

And so we are 4-8 and any hope for a spot in the playoffs is dashed.

But... we had a lovely time, Hubby and I, and my toes looked cute.

Saturday, November 29, 2008

Tell Me... #7

Tell Me. Amazing what lovely things get shared with those two words. Weekly... three questions or open ended prompts. Questions open to anyone who stops by to visit, so go on answer and "tell me." You may answer all or just one or two, but you must answer truthfully... this isn't fiction. Write a single word... or a thousand, it is up to you. I would love to hear from you. And we all like to share in the naughty revealed. Remember you can always post anonymous here on my blog if you are shy. I will be posting my reply to my own questions on Friday's before the next Questions go up Saturday morning. So go on now... click the Comments button and ...

Tell me...

  • Where you last had sex or masturbated?


  • Ever traded/bartered/paid for sex... giving or receiving?


  • What do you like on your pizza?

If you would like to Tell Me anything else the previous Tell Me's.... are over there linked on the side bar answer all you like ------>>>

Friday, November 28, 2008

A Bubbly Honey

Oh, I so love a bubble bath. Spent 30 minutes just enjoying the warmth and quiet. Hubby came in and took these pictures.

So, a little bubbly Honey for you.

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Thanks for the Naughty

Over in the 'nilla blogging world the posts are about sunrises and the beauty of nature. Thanks for sweet mornings with children and spouses. About blessings of lives touched by happy, happy, joy, joy stuff. Ok... I am thankful for a few of those things too, but this blog here is a bit more fun than that.

So... naughty things to be thankful for.

I am thankful for the one who will let me tie himwith my words. "Put your hands behind your back and keep them there." And he will... everytime. And who will let me share the muse that is in me.

I am thankful my sweet slutty boy who like to show me himself dressed up as pretty as this. And who will get on his knees and do anything and everything I can think of. And I can think of a lot of things.

I am thankful for the lovely members at The Org that read my tasks and ask me oh so nicely, "Please Miss Honey, may I."

I am thankful for all my blogger friends who write sexy posts and offer sexier pictures that I get to read and see every day.

I am thankful for sexy boys that want to please me and do anything I ask. Including writing my name anywhere I ask. Acker dear you are such a darling.

I am thankful for Mala and Crowe and Aaerorider who came to the last Third Thursday and talked all sorts of fun, naughty ideas as we sat on the patio and enjoyed each other's company.

I am thankful for the internet that allows me to meet so many new kinky friends.

I am thankful for all who come to visit me and leave wonderful comments. I enjoy knowing that something I shared was sexy, moving, meaningful for you.

I am thankful for high heels and pretty lingerie and for pedicures. I am thankful for smooth legs and push up bras. I am thankful for thong panites and silk and lace.

I am thankful for the ablitity to write and share what I am thinking and that you will not judge me when those thoughts and ideas are a bit naughty. I am thankful for the time to share and read and learn and grow.

And I am very very very thankful for Hubby who lets me spank his bottom and lets me be all me's I am. Without him there would probably not be Miss Honey.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Watch Me

I love when he watches me.
When my hands cup full breasts
and hold them up
like offerings
to the Gods.

I ache when he watches me.
Hips lifted, thighs taught
legs straining,
I am spread wide
and down and down I reach.

I need him to see all of me.
Fingers rubbing, pushing,
can he see this is what I desire?
I open up my body
to his hungry eyes.

I want him to hear me.
I moan and cuss and say
the most explicit things
telling exactly what I want
done to me.

I burn as he watches me.
As I push and arch
and pinch and bite
and find at last
my scream of final

Release me,
hear me,
see me,
watch me.

Monday, November 24, 2008

Alaska Naughty

And there is now a dot on Alaska. I just know that little Sarah is wanting to be spanked for being the very bad girl she is.

What to Read Next?

-------->> Over there on the sidebar... a poll. You get to decide what I read next (assuming you like the Read By Honey posts). This poll will be up until Saturday morning, and what I read next will be decided by you.

Your options are...
Obviously if you chose... Other - See Comment ... then you need to comment here.
So, I am giving you a bit of control of Me. Hmmmm... not an offer often given, I do hope you will be gentle with me darling.

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Brush Strokes

I stood as directed, silently. My back to him, legs spread just a small bit. The black heels were the only thing I wore. He had slipped them on me himself before placing my feet just where he wanted them. One of my hands he had placed now on my hip, the other he put so that my palm cupped my breast, thumb just above my hard nipple and so my fingers curved along the gentle swell of me. My torso he twisted and my head turned so that I looked back at him standing behind me now.

“Yes, that's the line I want,” he said more to himself than to me. With gentle fingers he traced the line from my neck where my up swept hair bared the nape, down the line of my spine. Down between my shoulder blades, down farther still to the dip and curve of the small of my back until at last he reached the cleavage of my bottom. Still he continued this path of fingers along skin. Down and down between the split of me. Then just when I thought I could no long suppress the moan that threatened his hand moved on from the most private parts of me and brushed against my inner thigh. “This leg out a bit more dear.” And he gave it a gentle but firm push and I did again as he said.

The pose was not an easy one to hold. As he walked away from me to the easel I could feel the ache of it already begin through out my body. Calves and thighs were tight, my back twisted so was strained. Looking back over my shoulder my neck ached as well and holding my hand to my breast with no support would be a struggle. But I would hold this for him. I would stand as he required for as long as he required.

He had positioned his work area so that I could not see him as he had placed me. But I could hear. I could hear the brushes being rattled in the jar where they stood as he chose which one to use now. I could hear the soft sounds when brush stroked canvas. This moment of beginning made me almost breathless. He was everything in this moment. I found it all as erotic and stimulating as any sexual act I had ever done. He didn't need my eyes in this pose so I closed them. I slowed my breathing and let the emotions of this moment of creation take me.

I knew he too was lost now as he began. I knew he no longer saw me as woman, or even really human, but rather I was lines and planes, colors and shadows, dark and light. I was fine with this loss of my humanity as to be a part of his genius was all I desired to be. Eyes still closed I listened as intently as I was able to the soft swishing of his brushes on the surface. It only took a little while before I could feel the brush against my own skin. I could feel it against my collar bones and down the curve of my shoulders. Dark there at the crease of my arm where it bent and light were the swell of my breast was turned toward him, I knew these contrasting areas of light and dark would move him close and closer still to the easel as he worked on capturing these values and this concentration I knew from him made me feel him move closer to me.

His brush continued to move over me in my mind. Again and again across my shoulders and my back, sweeping with strokes and swirls as he loaded the colors onto the canvas and created me that was not me and was me. He would pull my very soul out with his brushes and paints and mix it with his talent, his genius. These thoughts took me to that other place where he was not painting on the flat white of his canvas but rather right onto my skin. Bold, abstract colors in great swaths across me, blues and greens down thighs and legs. My hair becoming bright flaming red, the curve of my spine he traced earlier with finger was now in my mind a deep yellow sweep from top to bottom. Each stroke of natural hair brush made me ache to moan for the teasing of it. The only movement I allowed was the smallest brush of thumb across my nipple and that small touch set my body to trembling. I was lost to the sensations of wanting to be this for him. I wanted him to create the me that he saw. He was my God in this moment. I was on fire for his stroking brush.

Over and over I heard the wisp of his brush and over and over I felt it against my skin. I wanted only to be that which he created and yet I wanted everything else as well. I needed to feel him now and soon or for certain I would be lost. And then I heard his brush slide back into the jar that was set on the small table next to his easel. I heard as he sighed and as moved away from his work and he moved to me. I felt him then. His hand on the small of my back, and then down my leg. I lifted my feet for him as he gently bade me with touch, one then the other as he eased the heels from my feet. He leaned in and kissed the back of one knee and I kept my eyes closed as I accepted these small gifts of gentleness. My hands I did not move until he did so for me, easing my arms down to my sides. My head and body he turned back to straight as he moved in front of me. He ran his hands down my naked trembling body then and I let all the tension go and fell against him. He was strong and took the weight of me easily. He held me close and kissed the few tears that fell down my cheeks.

“Do you want to see it yet, my muse?” he asked softly.

“I already have.” And I meant my simply words and gave him my trust in his ability to capture what he saw. I was his muse he was my artist together it was beautiful. This was our love.


I have been given the most lovely gift of words and I want to share them with you. So for the other side of this story visit Brushing Strokes ~ The Other Side.

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Chocolate Covered

So Hubby is home after a week of working out of town. Which is entirely too long to leave me all alone.

But he did surprise me with a lovely night out. Reservations and a rose on the table even at one of my favorite restaurants. Love this fondue place - The Melting Pot - which entirely sounds like a sexual innuendo. And I suppose it is a bit.

Ending the courses was a lovely pot of chocolate fondue. How sexy and sensual to eat strawberries with hot melted chocolate dripping from them? Oppps... and look a drip of warm wet chocolate on my breasts darling I said... and he was more than happy to take care of that little drop there.

Ok... need a fondue pot for home use.

Tell Me... #6

Tell Me. Amazing what lovely things get shared with those two words. Weekly... three questions or open ended prompts. Questions open to anyone who stops by to visit, so go on answer and "tell me." You may answer all or just one or two, but you must answer truthfully... this isn't fiction. Write a single word... or a thousand, it is up to you. I would love to hear from you. And we all like to share in the naughty revealed. Remember you can always post anonymous here on my blog if you are shy. I will be posting my reply to my own questions on Friday's before the next Questions go up Saturday morning. So go on now... click the Comments button and ...

Tell me...

  • What are your favorite pet names for pussy and cock?


  • What is the kinkiest thing you have done (alone or with someone else)?


  • What is kinkiest thing you wish you have done?



If you would like to Tell Me anything else the previous Tell Me's.... are over there linked on the side bar answer all you like ------>>>

Friday, November 21, 2008

Bared Feet

So we sat last night at the bar, a group of people interested in naughty, and discussed all sorts of things. But I did get asked about all the feet pics here. Was it a fetish of mine?

So I have been thinking of that since. No, not a fetish. Well, I do love the pedicures, but not so much in a sexual way. But in a damn-I-love-to-be-pampered way. bdenied asked if I ever have had a man paint my toes for me. No, to that either, but would be more than willing to try that bit of fun. Any volunteers?

A Sad Story with a Happy Ending
Early in my life I had a boyfriend I can barely remember anymore. He did not like feet... at all... and once told me my toes were too long. My long fingers he didn't mind on various parts of his anatomy. (Yes, he was a bit of a jerk now that I am thinking about it.) But my toes, I think he even said ewww once and a couple other not so nice remarks. I was nearly scared for life and for years would only wear closed toed shoes and never went barefoot for fear someone would go running screaming from the sight of my feet.

Enter the hero of our story. Hubby. Yea!! Hubby. At some point, one hot summer day very early in our courtship, Hubby said, "Get your sandals and we'll go to the beach." And I grabbed my Keds tennis shoes. Sandals he repeated and I had to admit I didn't have any. And after a bit of teasing I tearfully (yes, acutal tears) told him how I hated my feet. He got down on his knees took off my tennis shoes and kissed each and every toe, rubbed my insteps, my heels, that little hollow below my ankles. He kissed the tops of both feet and looked up at me and told me I had beautiful feet. Took me right then to the shoe store and bought me sandals, three pairs. And me, Hubby and my toes have been living happily ever after that. A partner that truly wants you to be happy, secure and confident, quite a precious thing in a life.

And when I began exploring in more depth all aspects of my sexuality, he so fully supported me in that exploration. Wow, now there is gift. And even has shared a bit here and there as I try this, that and the other naughty thing.

So, yes... I do love sharing my toes here. I love how pretty girls' feet are and enjoy that others think so as well. Yes, I could (and have a bit) expose other body parts on occasion here. But feet, shoes, toes... do hold a nice place in my heart. And since I have begun this blog and posting various feet pictures I even get the occasional email asking for more (one of those requests was this picture of my feet bare of all my toe rings, and I do feel a bit naked like this). And as I said last night, it turns me on to know what turns you on (assuming legal please) and if one of those turn ons is my pretty toes (f-you old boyfriend they are pretty) well then it is a wonderful thing.

Red It Was

Forgive the quality this was taken with my camera from my cell phone last night in the restroom of the bar. But as you can see ruby slippers won the night. But yes, every toe ring had to come off.

And what a lovely night it was.

I was on time as I do strive to be in my life. And sat alone for just a moment or two. Aaerorider, who had been sitting out on the patio, had seen me walk in. He said the red hair and red shoes gave me away. I rather liked that comment.

Then just a few minutes later Mala showed and not long after that Crowe. We had hoped for a few more who had indicated they would be coming but only us four this time. But we had the most interesting discussions. Good thing Mala took some notes my memory isn't great in the best of circumstances and a couple glasses of wine, well :).

We shared some dirty jokes. Tested Mala's wonderful lubes (just on fingers, was a vanilla establishment). He offered them in five gallon batches. That and a plastic kiddie pool and the possibilities are just endless. I told my blue toes tale. We discussed the pros and cons of being a phone sex operator. Which I have decided has to be a better job that working for my AH boss. Just a wonderful evening.

Home at about 11 last night. Oh, so late for Honey. Hubby was still working and I thought I would have to go to bed alone. But H kept me company most erotically on the phone as he drove to work 8 hours of time zones away. So glad he didn't crash as I reached a rather... hmmm... intense and noisy peak.

And now it is 6 a.m. and I have to get up and get ready to go to work. How was your night?

Thursday, November 20, 2008

A Shoe Quandary (subtitle... A Woman's Prerogative)

Ahhh yes, getting ready to go out for the evening. Been looking forward to it for quite a while.

A meeting of anyone living in my little area of Southern California who wants to come and chat, have a drink (or three) and just see what the evening brings. Third Thursday has a lovely ring to my ears.

And I bought new shoes for the evening. Pretty ruby red slippers with 4" heels. But this past weekend Hubby took me out to dinner and a movie and these gorgeous black patent leather baby-doll pumps with gold 5" heels were on sale and just begged me to take them home. Oh... how could I resist?

So now, I just don't know. I am still wearing both as I type this. Black on the left foot, red on the right and can not decide. A true shoe quandary. If I had enough time I would run a poll. But alas, I have to get dressed and head out in a bit for the evening.

And then there is the issue of show & tell for tonight. I have a story prepared. A tale of blue toes and things your mother never warned you about (if you want to hear it you should be there tonight). And there is a lovely length of pink satin ribbon in my bag. I would need a volunteer for that bit of show... and that might get .... well, interesting. Will play that by ear, or some body part.

Stay tuned... I promise to at least tell what shoes I wore for the evening. Well I might tell a bit more than that, we will have to see.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

A Little Bit Artsy

Ruby toes to go with my ruby slippers.

This picture is for my friend François. I love his art and his flirting, in lovely and naughty French. So I was going for an artsy theme in his honor.

My camera was having trouble with the focus. So I may try again when there is more natural light.

Red shoes... check

Red toes... check

Red hair... check

Now I just have to figure out what I will bring for Show & Tell on this Third Thursday (meeting naughty locals at a local bar). One friend suggested ribbon (need to find some with bees) as he says that ribbon tied gently and my voice is all I need to bind someone to do my bidding. Now come on, is that just the most wonderful compliment ever? Well, it made me smile.

Sunday, November 16, 2008

Which dot are you?

About a week ago I added this gadget on my side bar. It tracks who comes and visits by their IP Address or magic... one of those ways.
It has only been a week and already the little red dots are showing all over the world. I love to check it every few days or so and see if some new spot in the world is represented.
Look, there is Hawaii, and Spain, and all around the edge of Australia. I am looking forward to when Alaska shows a dot. I think Sarah Palin is a very naughty girl who really desires to be spanked. And South America is entirely under-represented, come on, there has to be some naughty people in Brazil.
So which sweet little red dot are you? Tell me a little about where you live. And if you speak a language there other than English where you live... teach me to count to ten in your language. One of my goals, to learn to count to ten in as many languages as I can, but I can't just look them up, I have to be taught be someone I meet. It makes life interesting.


San Diego 10 - Pittsburgh 11

Enough said.





Fuckin Norv...

Hello darling... - as read by Honey

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Tell Me... #5

Tell Me. Amazing what lovely things get shared with those two words. Weekly... three questions or open ended prompts. Questions open to anyone who stops by to visit, so go on answer and "tell me." You may answer all or just one or two, but you must answer truthfully... this isn't fiction. Write a single word... or a thousand, it is up to you. I would love to hear from you. And we all like to share in the naughty revealed. Remember you can always post anonymous here on my blog if you are shy. I will be posting my reply to my own questions on Friday's before the next Questions go up Saturday morning. So go on now... click the Comments button and ...

Tell me...

  • ... about your favorite part (body or otherwise) of the oposite sex (should you prefer the same sex... that works too).


  • ... about the one that got away.


  • ... how do you like your eggs?



If you would like to Tell Me anything else the previous Tell Me's.... are over there linked on the side bar answer all you like ------>>>

Friday, November 14, 2008

Slow Dance

He comes to me on his knees. Head bowed with respect and something more I know he can not define. Anticipation, trepidation, both mixing in a way that was near to a drug for his body and mind. I can see him tremble as he kneels here for me.

I sit still and quiet before him. My legs are crossed, my hands folded in my lap. I simply watch him there for a long while. Watch the rise and fall of his chest as he struggles to be calm. Watch his hands at his sides, they clench and unclench into tight fists. Watch as his eyes struggle to stay lowered. He wants to look up, he wants stand up and run from this, from me, I know this. He wants to obey and give me this, he wants to submit, I know this too.

“Take off your clothes.”

His intake of breath is ragged at this sudden order. He does as I say.

“Lay here before me on your back, head pointing towards me, body stretched out. And spread your legs wide.”

He could get up from his knees and leave. I have bound him in no way. I have made no threat, made no demands but these here and now. And yet with only a single deep intake of breath he turns and lays at my feet as I have demanded.

And so we begin.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

New Ruby Slippers

One week from tonight will be the Third Thursday. The second... get together... I just can't use the munch word yet because it seems to imply there should be a direct purpose. And I suppose there is a direct purpose. The purpose of getting together with like minded people, talking, being accepted, having a drink and getting to know one another. Whatever name I am just looking so forward to the evening.

And of course I need a new pair of shoes for the event. And so of course I had to find the most uncomfortable but deliciously sexy shoes I could find. And of course the pair I fell for, like men and cheesecake can be for women on occasion, were no good at all for me. Just a little too tight, way too expensive and will require the sacrifice of three toe rings (which I loath to take off) and... and... and just look at how pretty.

Shiny candy apple red patent leather, with 4" silver heels that will look just right with the silk blouse I plan to wear. And as fate would have it there at the store was a lovely red clutch that goes absolutely perfectly with my new lovely ruby slippers and Hubby just smiled and nodded yes and it was added to the treasure in the bag I would leave with.

So now I just need my pedicure next week.... hmmm... ruby toes too... and I am more than armed and dangerous. My weapons of choice, shiny red shoes.

P.S. If you are a Southern California Inland Empire naughty person... all the details for where and when can be found at this FetLife thread (you will need to join FetLife to view) - - but the quick details... British Bulldog Pub in Upland, 7 p.m., Thursday 11/20.

Monday, November 10, 2008

Simply Erotic Lines

One of the joys of this community is the sharing of ideas and the finding of unique sites that add something to our lives.

This week I found a new treasure of a site that I absolutely love. François Dubeau's site at has some of the most erotic and simply beautiful images. I have fallen in love with them.

After some email exchange (in which he said the nicest things in French, which I did have to translate... oh, I am too easy for language offered a sexy as this) François was gracious enough to allow me to include some of his images here on my blog and shared a bit about the creation of his artwork.

I hope you enjoy both his art and his words as much as I do.


My muse, she likes to hover just on the edge… waiting for the last few strokes…

I often go to my muse when I’m dead tired, blasted, on my knees. That’s when all the barriers fall: the self-critique, the inner-consciousness, the über-shyness. When my consciousness has been beaten to a pulp by fatigue, my primitive reptilian brain takes over. Listen: the balls speaketh! Then, things start to happen. Imagination is free to flow wherever it wants, unrehearsed, exploring every fold and crevasse until it finds something, without asking itself “what will the neighbors think?”

Ultimately, I never know where it comes from, really. I just sit there, with my tool in my hand, waiting for my muse to wake up. I’ll start teasing her with slow, random gestures. Still she sleeps. A bit more vigor should rouse her from her slumber. Ah, something, but it’s still a bit feeble. I try again, with a more mobile, dancing gesture. Ah! Pay dirt! So that’s where you want to go, my love. Interesting. Ok, let’s see where this’ll lead us. Follow your bliss!

Sometimes, it’s a quickie: the tension is just too great and climax just… happens… before you know it. Fast and furious. They’re often the best ones; we’ve had a few memorable ones like that, my muse and me.

Other times, it’s slow and multi-faceted. It seems to go one way only to change direction without warning. You end up somewhere that’s miles from where you started, after a long and delightful journey.
Often, it’s nothing to write home about, but still, it was loads and loads of fun! Ice cream's always tasty, even vanilla.

And then, there are those that come out of nowhere, leaving you dazed and wondering “what was that all about?”

They’re all good, really, but the best ones, the most elusive ones, are the thunderbolts. You never see them coming and they just explode: Bam!, leaving you panting and drained. One or two lines, and it’s there in all its elemental glory: don’t touch it anymore! Those are few and far between. Alas! You try to recreate the feeling, the mood, but you never quite get it: "Close, but no cigar!" she says. It can’t be coaxed, it can’t be deliberately called: it just happens.

~ François Dubeau

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Do You? - Read by Honey

Do You? as read by Honey

A Win... Barely...

San Diego trailed 13-6 at half time and the home crowd fans were not happy, booing as my boys walked into the locker room. They seemed to regroup and come out fired up. Rivers doesn't fold under pressure and brought SD back and into the lead by the end of the 4th quarter despite what, in my opinion, were some really crappy coaching decisions. Fuckin' Norv continues a relentless and ineffectual drive up the middle.

My boy Rivers was intercepted twice in this game, but KC failed do anything with the gifts that the mistakes gave to them. But late in the 4th KC marched hard down the field and scored bringing them within one for the tie, two for the win.

It was change in defensive coordinator during our bye week that was of interest to me. And honestly nothing interesting happened. Our defensive backs never seemed to be able to find a white shirt to cover, and pass after pass was completed. But in the end the defense stopped the only play that really mattered when KC went for the two point conversion that would have given them the win and our defense finally did its job perfectly.

A win is win... a check mark in the W column counts whether you win by one or by 30, but it was not a pretty game and this is not a team that inspire much confidence in the very important upcoming games.

My boys need some better coaching and motivation to be the team I know they can be. Maybe I could whip them into shape?


I am flattered...

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Do you?

What is it you want from me?

Do you want my heart? Do you desire my love? Do you want me to want you in a way that is real?

Do you want my touch? Do you want a tangible thing soft skin and gentle lips? Do you want wet and tight and slick? Do you want me on top, underneath, behind? Do you want me to caress you, to hurt you, to feel all of you and say you are beautiful?

Do you want the domination? Do you want me to tell you to act on every fantasy you ever had in a way that pleases me? Do you want to show me yourself in these acts so that at last someone understands, no accepts, this part of you?

Do you want my smile? Do you want that part of me that laughs and jokes and teases? Do you want to see my eyes shine from the joy that is an open heart? Do you want my friendship, it is a gift that flows easily from me. Offering this never diminishes me, but rather the offering of it will always make me more, never less.

Do you want to make me happy? Not for you, but for me. Do you want to ease my aches, offer me your concerns, make my life better? To offer me this gift from you is a rare and precious thing.

Do you want to offer the same to me? For if I can give to you and ease your life, it brings me pleasure too. Do you want to allow me that gift of your own vulnerability?

Do you want my passion? All of it, and there is so very much and I need so very much and I want so very much and I will demand and I will give and it will be good.

Do you want just little pieces of me? That is ok, there is nothing wrong with that. You just have to be honest. Ahh, yes, honest. Do you want to be honest with me? Can you be honest with yourself?

Do you want all of me? Can you even fathom what accepting all of a person really is? To open another human up and see it all is not something easily done. To see them not just as male or female, but to see all that makes them, good, bad, ugly, beautiful and to want it all. I understand if you can't as it is a rare thing.

He does, she does, and he there is starting to. It is enough. I am filled to the brim with the joy of it all.

I believe we are different for each connection we make. And yet this does not fragment us for the ability to share and be what another person needs is a wonderful thing. You just have to understand that the whole of you is still there always.

Do you? I do.

Tell Me... #4

Tell Me. Amazing what lovely things get shared with those two words. Weekly... three questions or open ended prompts. Questions open to anyone who stops by to visit, so go on answer and "tell me." You may answer all or just one or two, but you must answer truthfully... this isn't fiction. Write a single word... or a thousand, it is up to you. I would love to hear from you. And we all like to share in the naughty revealed. Remember you can always post anonymous here on my blog if you are shy. I will be posting my reply to my own questions on Friday's before the next Questions go up Saturday morning. So go on now... click the Comments button and ...

Tell me...

  • ... about your first crush.


  • ... about your favorite sexual postion.


  • ... about a secret you are ashamed of.



If you would like to Tell Me anything else the previous Tell Me's.... are over there linked on the side bar answer all you like ------>>>

Tuesday, November 4, 2008


Main Entry:
French, hypocrite, bigot
: a person obstinately or intolerantly devoted to his or her own opinions and prejudices ; especially : one who regards or treats the members of a group with hatred and intolerance


We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.


In 1948, the California Supreme Court recognized marriage as a fundamental right when it became the first state court in the country to strike down a law prohibiting interracial marriage. The California Supreme Court held that:
Marriage is thus something more than a civil contract subject to regulation by the state; it is a fundamental right of free men.... Legislation infringing such rights must be based upon more than prejudice and must be free from oppressive discrimination to comply with the constitutional requirements of due process and equal protection of the laws.


Proposition 8 - The California Constitution, as amended, would add a new section (Section 7.5) to Article I, placing it between the state Equal Protection clause and nondiscrimination in business and the professions. This new section would read:
Only marriage between a man and a woman is valid or recognized in California.


Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances.


I will be voting NO of California Proposition 8

I will weep when it passes. My God loves all people.


Update 11/5/08 -
And so... it passed. And I am ashamed of my state, at least 52% of it.

Monday, November 3, 2008

Coloring Me

I really wanted to paint it. Though not sure if it is better or just different. But done is done.


Sunday, November 2, 2008

Following Her Lead - Read by Honey

Rising and Falling

A dancer leaps through the air and seems suspended, untied for a moment to the invisible strings that keep you and me from leaving the ground permanently, but it is only illusion. An athlete rises up and up to go higher and farther than anyone else on the earth before this moment, but they can not fight what is inevitable. The physics of rise and fall, the rules that say there is no floating for us humans, only up as high as our muscles will propel and then immediately down and down again say to me here and now there is nothing but change.

For every rising there is a fall. For every up there will come a back down again. Change will happen, you can not float on an apex for even a moment. Change will come. Life is the ups and the downs strung together to form the wave patterns of your life. Yet, let me look for a moment at that. For there is an overwhelming want of a real commitment with another, there is desire for a permanence and if there is always a coming back down again from the high is such a thing for a lifetime or any significant time possible?

I say yes. A friend shared with me his theory of friendships. That there is a wonderful high, a whoosh, of early friendship. A high, a rising up of learning about and sharing with, a passion to know another human intimately. And yet that rising will reach its zenith and come back down and find a place that is no longer close to that high. And so I say when the initial rise and coming down again have settled back to where gravity pulls, to the low, it is then that the realness begins. This is when you get to give of yourself in a significant way. That is when you truly care. To share in the mundane moments, the woes and unhappiness that will come as life happens. Friendship or more, lovers or a real attempt at a commitment, it doesn't matter for all relationships, all of life will continue to rise and fall. Some fall so far they are beyond rising again. And so the changes happen. Some are wonderful good, but still the fall happen. Still change happens.

All the time, in moments so fast you are hardly cognizant the rising happens, but you must make yourself aware as that awareness of the moving up will allow real happiness. He brings you breakfast in bed and your heart rises just a little and carries up with it the joy that renews the commitment again and again. She sends you a small email of sweetness that makes your breath come just a little faster and the wave rises again and again. A friend calls to share with you her day, and in return listens to yours, up we go with all that makes a soul feel right. But all of this requires effort. The dancer and athlete know this without thinking, muscles must be used and trained and made to lift a body up and up so that the time in the air is at its maximum. And you and I know this as a heart and soul must be used and trained and made to lift another spirit up and up so that there is a purpose to our lives and that the time spent reaching for the zenith, the peak, the apex is more important than the coming back down.

Yes, it is the recognizing of the rise and the understanding of the fall that allow us to be happy. Knowing that coming down from the peak isn't an end but merely a balance that must be allowed. And too I believe we have hundreds, or perhaps thousands of waves overlapping in our lives in all the moments. Bills and jobs and responsibilities can be up and down but so often feel down, loves and joys and passions are up and down as well and just as predictably feel up and up sometimes in an all consuming manic way. Worries must be balanced with the joys and joys with reality, allow them all to overlap. Let the rising and falling become so intermingled that there is no crushing negative or positive that is overwhelming or blinding, but rather find the balance that allows peace.

Fly high my darling. You will come back down, but I will be there to rise with you again. See them both, live, feel, be them both, the highs and lows, the rising and the falling but find your balance with me.