Good God! To just have 15% of this guy’s talent I would be in heaven. Jason is gigantically gifted. His blog is first-rate and his writing is so expressive. I’m not surprised at the amount of followers he has because he’s one of a kind. He’s brutally honest and forthright when it comes to his feelings and thoughts. I admire that tremendously. I respect people that hold nothing back and tell it like it is. Shooting straight from the hip is one of my traits as well. He is fantastically sarcastic, brilliant, personable, and also enjoys sharing other blogs. He’s humble, caring, funny, and deep. You’ve got to check him out. He’s one to watch for sure.
One of my favorites is Sandra. She’s as real as you can get. You’ll read poetry, see her amazing style of doodling, feel her emotions with everyday life. She is so intriguing and appreciates new followers so much. She’s warm, witty, intelligent, funny, and authentic.
My Darling Friend Jean blogged earlier today about finding 5 new positive things each day. She mentioned she’s thinking about starting a private journal for each day of these “5 Positives”. What an incredible idea don’t you think? As she mentioned, there are so many things in our lives that are positive that are not acknowledged.
I know I take for granted life’s beautiful moments and positives. I think each of us allow ourselves to get swept away in many insignificant conditions. Life is full of stress, work, problems, and irrelevant things like watching TV, shopping, napping, etc. I call that life’s fluff. That’s the filler in between the work, family, and the treasured moments.
I wanted to share my 5 for today just because…..
- Having lunch at a packed cafe today there was only one waitress working and probably 20 tables. She was beyond overwhelmed. Some patrons were so rude to her even though it was obvious she was doing the best she could under the circumstances. I noticed two older gents after finishing up their lunch began bussing tables to help out. As I watched the two I thought how beautiful it was that humanity still exists and there are so many kind people in this world. I handed her a substantial tip with a note complimenting the way she handled herself as we left. She gave me a hug. For that I’m thankful I was able to experience that special moment.
- I awoke this morning and had coffee on our deck and listened to the birds chirp and sing. It’s cloudy here and a bit cooler but the birds were out and entertaining me as the leaves whirled around with the breeze. The colors of yellow, red, brown and green were flashing brightly all around me.
- I heard from a very dear friend this morning and it was lovely to hear her sweet voice on the other end of the phone. We got to catch up and laugh and reminisce. I miss her so much as she lives out of state.
- Blessed to have all of you to read. I’ve been anticipating catching up with all of you this afternoon so let the stalking begin shortly.
- Finding Jean’s blog earlier today and reading about her 5 positives makes me appreciate the little things. So, thank you for sharing yours with me and all of us and coming up with this fantastic idea.
If you’re not following Jean, please check her out. I adore her posts. She’s in Ireland and has so many beautiful adventures and posts. You will be in for a great read and some outstanding photographs. https://socialbridge.wordpress.com/
Have a fabulous Saturday Loves!
I absolutely love this quote!
I appreciate traditional, normal, and general types of characteristics. But, those characteristics of abnormal, unconventional, and rare are a magnet to my steel.
There’s something quite gripping about diversity, wouldn’t you say? I think people that are authentic and resistant are the most captivating ones.
Honestly, we’re all authentic. There’s no replica of you or me is there? We’re originals.
Sigh, resistant….unyielding…no brakes….That my loves is a beautiful thing. Keep going and keep writing and shining here. Don’t hold back on anything. The door is wide open. You’re not in prison here. Let it all out. There’s a freedom about writing your thoughts and sharing a piece of yourself. Let your authenticity flow.
Now be proud of your originality and wave it around magnificently loves.
Happy Wednesday – XOXO
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.
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.”
I just finished reading this sassy little book and absolutely loved it! Ladies, if you’re looking to be inspired, encouraged, and humored this will satisfy those cravings.
A few quotes….
“You know why God is a man? Because if God was a woman she would have made sperm taste like chocolate.” – Carrie Snow
“There is no point at which you can say, Well, I’m successful now. I might as well take a nap.” – Carrie Fisher
“Sometimes I have the most amazing moments of clarity. Razor sharp, crystal clear. It’s at these times I can see how fucking stupid I am.” – Tracey Emin
“It takes a good girl to be bad.” – Sophie Tucker
Authors: Kathryn Petras and Ross Petras
Enjoy Ladies – You’re Welcome!
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/
“Don’t be like the rest of them Darling”
Seriously…..make an impression. We’re born to stand out don’t you think?
If you disagree with me then I’m encouraging you to believe in yourself. Understand you are an original. There’s not anyone else like you or me.
Are you on point today? Bring it and own it.
Remember, Bitches get shit done 💋
There are many things that annoy me but the #1 annoyance is the whole “Pity Me” theatrical.
People that are so self-absorbed and whimper about the slightest little thing provoke my dark sarcastic split personality.
For instance, someone I work with is constantly whining about her neck, step daughter’s doctor’s appointments, the rain, the ugly colored flowers in front of our office, the grass not being green enough?
Another example is of another co-worker that gets in a fowl mood of “feel sorry for me” because I hate my job and then talks “baby talk” all day long. I can barely understand what she’s saying. All I hear coming out of her mouth is “Goo Goo Gah Gah”.
It’s almost as if these people are unstable or something. When I come into work I don’t bring in any drama from my personal life, that is IF I have any. I’m pretty much a drama free chic. I can’t stand that shit obviously.
I just don’t understand why people don’t make a change if they’re so miserable with their circumstances. Either change your attitude or handle your shit. Or better yet be grateful for what is going right in your life. There is ALWAYS something to be thankful for. Why always look at the negative in your life and bitch and moan about it to everyone else?
Pull yourself up and brush that dirt off your shoulders and stop feeling sorry for yourself. It’s not attractive and you’re killin everyone else’s vibes. Don’t be a fucking downer.
Ok, now that I’ve turned into one of these people by blogging about it and being a whiny little bitch, I’ll end my rant.
Now, let’s be fierce and fabulous and get shit done! 🙂