Here’s To You

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Happy New Year Everyone!

Sitting in Starbucks this morning having my coffee with my hair tossed in a messy bun, wearing my scarf, cozy soft coat, riding boots and plaid leggings…..(One Cold Mess, I’m not even going to call it a Hot Mess because there’s nothing hot about the weather or myself this a.m.) I debated on blogging about what’s to come in 2016. New goals, new adventures, resolutions <Hate that word> and so on.

Nope, not gonna do it. I could’ve posted my 2015 Year in review but I wanted to blog about something meaningful to me. Call me sentimental or softhearted maybe…let me tell you, it doesn’t happen often so enjoy this my loves.

Let’s start shall we? A lot of my new followers might not realize I’ve only been blogging for five months. I believe I’ve posted over 140 entries which is insane. Who knew I had so much to say? I’m grateful for this mental release. It’s something I’ve needed in my life. Blogging has allowed me to be ME. I’m open, honest, and I spill every single thought into this blog. Sometimes I think it’s a bit too much but when I do, you assure me that it’s OK to be ME. Thank you loves for accepting my salty, sassy, blunt, and bitchnificent self. (Definition Of Bitchnificent Here: https://fabulouswithglitches.wordpress.com/2015/10/25/bitchnificent/)

You’ve all given me so much encouragement and most of all inspire me daily. Why can’t it be this way in our everyday lives? It seems like we’re building each other up and cheering each other on here in this magical blog world. While in real life when we come into contact with people it doesn’t seem to be easy, comfortable, and as positive as it is  here. I feel like I’m in a cocoon, it’s velvety, warm, and protected here. I so wish it was like this in the real world, don’t you?

Throughout the year I’ve had moments of fear, weakness, mistakes, and foolishness. I’ve learned from these junctures throughout the year and with this blog I’ve grown. I feel more confident, assured, powerful, and most of all appreciative of life. With your blogs, pictures, conversations you seem to keep me centered. For that, I thank each of you.

Here’s to growing, laughing, inspiring, sharing and being bad ass bloggers in 2016!

XOXO

 

 

 

 

 

 

Beauty In Every Face

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Morning Everyone,

Yesterday as I was out & about I enjoyed the simplest little pleasure of people watching.

The function I was at had more than 40,000 people attending.

As I watched and relished in my favorite thing to do I couldn’t help but think to myself….Why don’t we choose to see the beauty in everyone?

I would pick out a person and mentally think of something unique or dazzling about them. I didn’t just do this with women but men too.

A photographer with the largest lens I’d ever seen on her Canon. She had weathered skin with a few lines. It looked like she hadn’t combed her hair in days but I couldn’t help but see the exquisiteness of her face. The stories she must have with each line. The beauty in her gleaming green eyes.

The charming older gent with his WWII Veteran Cap on. As he walked with his cane and the tenderness in his smile looking down at his granddaughter with her fairy costume on. As she jumped into a mud puddle in shear delight, he chuckled. He highfived her as she looked up at him with her wide eyes. He was beautiful to me for the way he looked at her.

We should never see ugly on anyone’s face. Of course there are many ugly things that people do or say. But, a face, a face is not ugly at all to me.

Judging a face before knowing someone’s character, personalities, their story is cruel. Because in a sense that makes you ugly….just sayin’

The stories are the mystery behind the eyes. When you look at someone, embrace what they might have to tell.

A Sexy Halloween Story

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Happy Halloween My Little Goblins,

A few weeks ago I wrote this fetching little tale for my entry in Tess’s Wicked Wednesday blog. If you enjoy mysterious erotica sex stories, she’s your hook up. Check her out at https://wordpress.com/read/blog/id/99069366

In the spirit of Halloween I thought I would share with you my first short story I’ve written. I mentioned earlier in the week that I might dabble in the sex blogging once a week so here’s the first one for you Trick Or Treaters.

Carried Away In The Big Easy

One of the Partners at the firm invited me to his Halloween party. Rarely had I been out in the last two years since I was trying to prove myself. I was the youngest attorney and had just won my eleventh case. Cause for celebration don’t you think? The party was going to be one of a kind. He had rented out an old funeral home and was having an open bar with an incredible DJ spinning some serious beats.

Now, what will my costume be?

A Witch? A Devil? Or A Maid?

I needed something unusual and something that would hide my identity. This was just in case I wanted to prowl around and get into something out of the ordinary.

That’s it! CAT WOMAN! Yes! Why not show off my curves tonight. Let’s face it, I’m blonde, blue eyed, 5’9”, 129 lbs, nice rack, hour glass is in check. Purrrrfect!

The night had arrived and I was beyond ready. I must say I looked incredible. My full lips were shimmering with my favorite lollipop red lipstick. Although I was wearing the mask I decided to wear my hair down. Why not show off the blonde locks since every single day I wear it up in a messy bun. I wanted to be someone other than Poppy tonight. I wanted to be someone reckless and daring.

The leather felt righteous against my skin. This costume really showed off my hips and my tits. The thigh high platform boots made me feel superior. The limo picked me up and off I went. As I entered the party a Lurch greeted me with a glass of champagne on a tray. Oh! How I love the bubbly. It always makes me feel kittenish. I walk over to the bar where I see Luke Skywalker AKA “The Partner” that is throwing this magnificent Halloween party. I might need to check out Star Wars because Luke was killin’ it. I know, where have I been to have never seen Star Wars?

Honestly, “The Partner” and I really don’t know each other well at all. He knows nothing about me personally. He makes eye contact with me and asks “Would you like another drink?”

I’m shaking in my boots at this point and wondering does he recognize me? In a fake Jersey accent I quickly reply “Of course I would love another drink.” (Note: I was in drama club in High School and had it perfected)

He orders me a Tombstone Tea. He leans into my ear and whispers “It’s refreshing but will put a spell on you.”

Is he hitting on me? Well, this could be the dare that I’m looking for this evening. Yes! Winning!

I’ve never noticed how green his eyes are. He has this extremely deep voice and even with these kick ass boots I’m wearing he’s still towering me. He introduces himself and I stretch out my hand introducing myself as Finn, a girl that came with a date that I can’t find and how I’m really not “feeling it” and how I’m trying to ditch this guy. He assures me that he can help with that. Hmmm… Oh really?

After three tombstone teas and four glasses of champagne I find myself arm and arm with “The Partner” walking down Frenchmen Street passing the bars and giggling at whatever he’s saying in my ear.

He stops abruptly and says “I’m going to take you to one of my favorite haunts.” We take a turn down a dark alley and just a few feet away I see a wrought iron archway. There’s a sign but it’s dark and my vision is blurry at this point. I’m feeling fantastical and will go wherever “The Partner” wants to take me.

As we enter the gate he suddenly scoops me up like a child and carries me. “I wouldn’t want you to stumble and hurt yourself in those boots Finn. This cobblestone is broken in some spots.” I could get used to this…I put my arms around his neck and within just a few steps I realize we’re in a cemetery. The full moon is shining on the graves as if covered in glitter. This is nightmarish but also enchanting.

He carries me up a couple of steps and gently puts me down while he opens this shrill sounding door. He grabs my hand and pulls me into this tiny little dark room. He suddenly grabs the back of my hair and pulls my head back and begins kissing my neck. I immediately get chills up my spine. He then lifts me up onto his waist and I wrap my legs around him as he walks me over to something behind me and props me up on it. His kisses are hard and wet.

He’s drinking me in. He tastes like caramel and whiskey. His tongue is delicious and wanting.

My mind says Stop – Don’t do this. I kept thinking, this is “The Partner” at my firm and I really shouldn’t be making out with him. Truth was, I wanted him badly. His lips were full like mine. He bit my bottom lip and the blood tasted so sweet. God, this man was fucking hot.

He picks me up off of whatever I was propped up on and flips me around facing the wall and I put my hands on something to hold myself up and realize it’s a casket. What the fuck? Oh my god, this is fucking incredible. I’m about to fuck “The Partner” in a crypt. As he unzips my cat suit and rips it down to my knees the anticipation of him touching me is beyond intoxicating. I’m wearing no panties or bra. All access approved!

He put his arm around my waist to hold me in place and then began teasing my nipple with his fingers. He grabs my face and turns it towards his and starts kissing me again. His taste is addicting. Soon his tongue is licking my ear and he whispers “How bad do you want me to fuck you Finn?” Words couldn’t escape my mouth. I just whimpered under his grip. He took his knee and pushed my legs apart and brought his hand down to my clit. His fingers were melting me. My knees were weak and I held back on screaming his name.

He suddenly stopped and I heard his zipper come down and instantly he gained entry into my tight little passage. As he entered me he let out a rough low “Fuck.” He stood there not moving with that superb cock inside of me taunting me by standing still. I wanted him to fuck me until I collapsed but instead he was taking it all in, literally.

He whispered in that deep voice, “Are you ready Finn?” I was ready but also edgy, could I handle him? I loved the feeling of fullness in my narrow tunnel.

He grabbed my hips tight, pulled me backwards and then pushed my back to where my head was between my legs. I could see his knees at this point due to the moon glaring through the stained glass. I loved the way he was taking control over me, but I wanted more.

He knew how to take me and he knew how to make me beg. I finally had all I could take and I started grinding into him. He took me by surprise with this strength and fucked me hard and fast and with ill intention. Right when I was about to cum he pulled his cock out and pulled me up and turned me to face him. My mask was still on and he reached to take it off and I quickly got to my knees and licked and sucked his glorious shaft. He was growling and then pulled me up and looked me in the eyes and said “Just let me fuck you.”
The way he said it sounded like he couldn’t live without it.

He had to have it.

He picked me up and I put my legs around him and he did exactly that. He fucked me like I’d never been fucked before. Every time he would thrust I would bounce breathless. There was a connection between us. We were driven and consumed with each other. When I came with him it was the feeling of being upside down in a roller coaster. It was absolutely thrilling.

As he hailed a cab for me he hands me his card and asks “Can I see you again Finn?” As I slide into the cab and look up at him I wink and whisper “Maybe” and as the cab pulls away I sigh with my kittenish grin.

Monday Morning arrives and I’m going over my notes for my case. I hear a knock on my office door, “Come in”. A delivery guy has me sign for a long white box with a beautiful black bow. The card reads “Finn AKA Poppy, Please enjoy these beautiful red poppies. I have to see you again. Meet me in the lobby downstairs at 8 pm. Since you’ve never seen Star Wars I thought it was about time. Your Jersey accent was outstanding but I knew it was you all along.”

He sent me poppies? Really? No one has ever done that before. How did he know? “Fuck.”

One Lovely Blog Award

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I don’t normally do this sort of thing but my sweet and gracious friend Wendy nominated me and I’m honored to oblige. I adore her blog. You must check her out at http://wendysharesathought.com/about/

There are three rules with this One Lovely Blog Award…..

* Link the person that nominated you to this entry/post.

* Share seven things about yourself.

* Nominate some of your favorite bloggers.

So here goes……

1.) I cry when I hear the Star Spangled Banner.

2.) If you give me gummies I will love you long time.

3.) Love, Love, Love Rap and Hip & Hop

4.) I’m a dreamer. When I say dreamer, I mean one time I actually thought my homemade cookies were so damn good I could open up a bakery. Good God! Another time, I thought I could sell handmade cards. The other time I thought I could blog, Oh wait, that’s not a dream! I’m actually doing it. Not that it’s something HUGE (In my Trump voice) but it’s kinda big for me.

5.) I’ve never seen Star Wars – Gasp, Sigh, I know….Shame on me. Where the fuck have I been?

6.) I used to do some modeling locally when I was a teenager and in my early twenties. Never made it big but it was fun at the time.

7.) Dolls freak me out. Not Barbies but Dolls. The kind that the eyes move around or the baby dolls with their lips puckered or even the old classic ones. Any kind of doll or baby doll REALLY creeps me out.

So there you have it. A little about me. My nom’s are listed below. Do not feel like you have to oblige but I’d LOVE to read seven things about you! These bloggers listed below are quite intriguing and I’m sharing their “Abouts” so that you can get acquainted with each of them. To my nom’s, if you’re thinking “Nah, I’m not interested” Maybe think again, it gives your readers a piece of you that they might not know already.

Jason – I’m his #1 groupie! He is so gracious with his followers and so fucking talented! – http://aopinionatedman.com/harsh-reality/

Tess – Hot! Hot! Damn Hot! – http://thetawdrytalesoftess.com/about/

Does Photography – Incredible Photography! – https://atlantagaphotography.wordpress.com/

Ferddhie- Amazing writer, young & fresh – https://talk2ferdy.wordpress.com/

Ria – My goodness, she is fantastical! – https://kokoboocro.wordpress.com/about/

Josh Wrenn – This guy speaks the truth – Honest, blunt, straight forward, and feels like an old friend – https://myfridayblog.wordpress.com/about/

Todd Louis – Vibrant and an amazing writer! – https://toddlouis.wordpress.com/about/

Mystery Man – Deep, dark, brooding poetry that is spell bounding – https://bleedingheartspoetry.wordpress.com/

Elan – I’m fairly new to his blog but I can’t stop reading! – http://tricksterchase.com/

I’ll call her Momma as I honestly don’t know her name but she is terrific! – https://amommasview.wordpress.com/about/

Tish – She is such a Dear! She is incredible. So brave to share her story and we’re reading her trials and adventures every step of the way. If she doesn’t post in a day or two I’m freaking out, can’t get enough! – https://transgendertish.wordpress.com/about/

Kevin – He’s encouraging, uplifting and an amazing photographer – http://kevinhotter.com/about/

Share With Me

Hey Loves,

Exhale….. Monday is O V E R!

I would love to get to know each of my followers a little better. I would absolutely love for you to share with me your favorite blog you’ve ever written/posted.

Be proud and share with me your dearest entry. The weather is calling for rain here for days and it’s a bit slow for me at work so why not give me something to chew on. Fire away loves!

Drop the blog in the comments below so I can dive right in.

XOXO

Bitchnificent

Since when do I make up words? I know…..this is not orderly for a blogger/writer (If you will) to make up words is it? Humor me?

I’ve always been in my own little world and my imagination and wordplay ignite like a brush fire. I’m running with it this morning.

Bitchnificent is my definition of a female that’s shameless, glittering, quick-witted and obviously magnificent.

She’s not one to smear or devalue another person. She praises and encourages others to be exceptional.

Of course there’s always counterblows if a threat arises. She will seek retaliation for the wrongfulness of a hazard.

Classy yet saucy. Handling her life and close ones with care and commitment of the up most importance.

I wonder….do you have a female in your life with this enchanting trait? I do believe they are a limited edition. If you catch a glimpse of one do hold them close at hand as you could learn from them or collaborate with this exquisite spirit.

I honestly hope all of you Loves experience a friendship, confidant, sisterhood, wife, or lover in this lifetime that carries this authenticity.

She is thrilling, breathtaking, magical and one to be there for a lifetime.

HarsH ReaLiTy – Check Him Out

Really no introduction necessary for this blog. I absolutely stalk his blog daily. There’s something raw, authentic, straight forward about his writing. His blog was the second one I followed when I was a virgin blogger…. Ha! He shares some really fantastic blogs and that’s where I find the majority of blogs that I’m deeply interested in. He’s a poet, blunt, honest, and so much more. If you were to google “What you see is what you get” he’s that guy. If you’re not following him, do it! You’re in for a magical ride.

http://aopinionatedman.com/

Unhinged Aggressors

Looking at you…Looking at me.
Gritting my teeth in this outer body experience.
Foreseeing this crash is gruesome.
You’re magnetic and disturbing.
Being in this moment I cannot withdraw from your grip.
Do I even want to?
You and I together were phenomenal.
Little did I know your edges were razor sharp.
Your sinister moves were no match for me.
Evil amateur at it’s best.
Duplicates in disguise all along.
Warped….Wounded and Finished.

Get Your 80’s On

So a few days ago I was explaining how music is my air. It helps me understand my feelings. It’s my out from the world. I wanted to share some of my favorites with you so I’ll be posting lists from time to time. This one is my 80’s favorites. Some of you teens and twenties haven’t had the pleasure of hearing some of these possibly? God I feel old. Why is it that the 80’s seem like just 5 years ago? These are not ranked at all. Just a list of the ones that I can’t live without. Maybe some of you have forgotten about these and maybe this will take you down memory lane and pop some really fun memories in your brain…….

Let’s Go Crazy – Prince

Relax – Frankie Goes To Hollywood

The Reflex – Duran Duran

Feels Good – Tony! Toni! Tone!

Pleasure Principle – Janet Jackson

The Warrior – Patty Smyth

Need You Tonight – INXS

Don’t Treat Me Bad – Firehouse

Crazy Train – Ozzy Osbourne

Kiss Me Deadly – Lita Ford

Pour Some Sugar On Me – Def Leopard

Welcome To The Jungle – Guns & Roses

Oh Sheila – Ready For The World

Come On Feel The Noise – Quiet Riot

Dress You Up – Madonna

Express Yourself – Madonna

It Takes Two – Rob Base & DJ E-Z Rock

Push It – Salt N Pepa

She Bop – Cyndi Lauper

People Are People – Depeche Mode

She Sells Sanctuary – The Cult

Alive And Kicking – Simple Minds

Saved By Zero – The Fixx

A little side dish here……I got sent home back in 1986 because I went to school with a bra and a lace midriff top and tight mini skirt with white pumps and lacy socks. I even had the cross around my neck and my hair was HUGE with a big bow in it. I drew a beauty mark on my face and told everyone to call me Madonna. Yeah, I did that. My Mom talked them out of suspending me but she was beyond pissed…go figure. Good times, very good times.

Dance I Said!

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Have you ever danced and not wanted to? Is that even a possibility? Who really doesn’t like to dance? If you don’t, maybe you’ve not had the right music that makes you want to bust your move.

Lately, well, every day, I’ve been dancing my ass off in the car on the way home.

No, I don’t drive 80 or 90 and dance…..I mostly dance when I’m at a red light. Sure, I could go work out at the gym but it feels exhilarating to be in the confines of my car with MY music and furiously dancing.

I know exactly what you’re thinking….. Watching me dance in my car would be captivating wouldn’t it? Ahem….Um, NO!

I’m either listening to Marilyn Manson, Luda, Ty Dolla $ign, for fuck’s sake I even listen to Taylor Swift. Singing and dancing is my freedom. Music is air to me. Breathing it in and exhaling it out as I take in the words, beat, melody.

When I was just a toddler my Mom said that I would throw hella fits and temper tantrums but as soon as she would put on some Stevie Wonder, Elton John, Cher, etc. I’d melt into a puddle of cuteness and the demons would be released from my soul. It was comparable to an exorcism.

Music and dancing speak to me. I can be in the worst mood EVER and turn the radio on and I instantly forget what I’m so stressed about. It takes me on a trip away from the hustle and bustle of my life.

So, if you’re having a shitty day, someone has done you wrong, work has stressed you beyond your limitation….Crank up that song and let your self go! Music can change everything.

Stay tuned for a list of my feel good favorites. I hope to post it tonight or tomorrow. I keep them close at hand on my phone of course to flip my switch. It’s a benefit for the stupid people I want to hurt on a daily basis.

Happy Friday Eve Loves! XOXO