You Oughta Know: 1. R E S P E C T

WORD

You’ve heard of it.  You’ve probably even witnessed it taking place.  I know I’ve certainly witnessed it NOT taking place.

According to Webster, respect is:

Noun Deep admiration for someone or something elicited by their abilities, qualities, or achievements.

Verb Admire (someone or something) deeply, as a result of their abilities, qualities, or achievements.

Respect is as individual as your finger print. Respect should not to be confused with manners, etiquette, personality, individual character or emotions of like or love (and yes, there are differences).

First and foremost, Respect For Yourself.

What he said.

You deserve a certain level of respect, right? Do you demand it? Is it understood?

How you conduct yourself in your personal life (and in business) sets the stage for how others show their respect.

How you allows others (family, friends, colleagues, strangers) to treat you is

a vital sign and direct reflection of your own self-respect.

 

Second, Respect For Your Elders. Period.

The Circle Of Life.

Parent(s). Grandparents. Aunts. Uncles. Teachers. The next door neighbor. A complete

stranger.

The “adults” in your world deserve a certain level of respect, regardless of how you feel about their character.  It does not matter how old you are at this moment. We all have people in our world that are older than we are.  They are recognizable by appearance. At other times, you have to use intuition and common sense.

You don’t have to like (or even love) someone to be respectful

of their life. Their position. Their place in this world.  

Period.

If you don’t agree, refer to the above about respect NOT being about emotions (and if you want to debate this subject, I’ve got many comparisons), etiquette, personality or character.

Being disrespectful is easy. It’s thoughtless. Dismissive.  Self-serving.

Respect takes effort.  It takes understanding. It requires us to look beyond our own weaknesses and inabilities, to fully recognize those whom we come into contact with.

The End.

What I’m REALLY THANKFUL For…

^^^^^ … I’m REALLY that!!

Thanksgiving. Thanks. Giving.

THANKS.         GIVING.

For the last week all I’ve been hearing from just about everyone is how friggin thankful they are for their spouse, their children, the troops,  their boss, their pool boy, the maid, their dog, cat or  bird, aunts, uncles and let’s not forget cousin it, REALLY??? Are you fucking kidding me? We have become so cautious to speak what we’re really thankful for that we’ve allowed current day society to dictate what we say in “public”!! Sooooo I’m going to tell ya what I’m REALLY THANKFUL for (Warning: If you are even remotely offended, consider this my last ditch effort to get you to remove yourself permanently from my FB page!!):

1.  I’m Thankful that I don’ t have a loaded gun and I don’t work for the post office (I wonder if the employees are background checked for a concealed weapons permit?… hmmmmm).

2. I’m Thankful I don’t have a co-dependent dog, high maintenance cat or a friggin lazy dirty ass bird!

3. I’m Thankful that I am not blonde. 

4. I’m Thankful my closest friends know who they are (note to yourself: If you have to ask if you are a “close friend” then the answer is: Fuck No!! Consider yourself an “acquaintance”! ).

5. I’m Thankful for cable, Wi-Fi and my DVR — even though ComCast customer service sucks and I pay out the ass for in house entertainment!!!

6. I’m Thankful that my man is STD and static free (safety first people)! 

7. I’m Thankful for the makers of decent beer, cheap wine, good champagne and a cabinet full of holy rolling spirits (for the younger crowd, that would mean: alcohol. Never confuse alcohol with beer, wine or champagne unless you want to be dropped kicked in the head by a massive hangover!).

8. I’m Thankful I don’t have my own kids –  because if I did I’d be in jail…..they’d know what it was like to have their ass kicked every now and again just to remind them:  I MADE YOU!!

9. I’m Thankful that my parents didn’t name me Chris.

10. I’m Thankful that my family lives just far enough away that “dropping over” requires a trip to the gas station, road tripping snacks and a stop at Dunkin Donuts!! Makes ‘em think twice before they just want to blow that kinda money for a “visit”

11.  I’m Thankful for my hardwood floors and fuzzy socks!!

12. I’m Thankful I have the knowledge and skill to prepare a 10 course meal, but I CHOOSE not too!

13. I’m Thankful I know how to change a tire – but am smart enough to have AAA.

14. I’m Thankful that my mind is a dirty, gutter hall of fame!!!

15. I’m Thankful that I really don’t give a fuck what 99% of all people in this world think about me.

16. I’m Thankful I deleted more than 1,500 “friends” from my FB account – I decided I don’t really like that many people and I didn’t feel badly even once about hitting the DELETE or BLOCK options.  I’m ok with creepers, but not assholes, idiots and “feel bad for me” types  (if you currently fall into one of these categories you are next on the block — and if you have to ask if you are one, the answer is YES. Yes you are a stupid fucktard!!!).

17. I’m Thankful I have a magikally awesome iPhone4s.

18. I’m Thankful for SEX!

19. I’m Thankful for any movie with Gerard Butler (AMEN and Hal-ah-lew-yerrrr!).

20. I’m Thankful I’m NOT 18 — can’t even imagine growing up in today’s world as a kid. My parents woulda gone ape shit and I’m sure I’d have been institutionalized by age 16.

21. I’m Thankful I hear dead people.

22. I’m Thankful  that I’ve made some pretty fucked up decisions in my life and plan on making a few more strategically placed so that I don’t get committed!!

23. I’m Thankful that I have a voice — and I   U.S.E.   IT — mostly for good, sometime for evil — always for sarcasm.

24. I’m Thankful that I get a 4 day f’n weekend OFF from work — 2 of them P.A.I.D. (ohhh yeeeaaahhhhh)!!! 

And 25. (‘cause I’m fucking tired and need a trypto nap!) I’m THANKFUL that I have enough common sense to annoy those I know I can, insult those who will take it too seriously, throw caution to the wind at someone else’s expense and live each day like the day after tomorrow’s tomorrow may be my last

Thanks… Giving.

Life Lesson #3: DO NOT SETTLE!!

I’ll say it again. DO NOT SETTLE!!!   D O  N O T   S E T T L E!!

Say it with me….

Have you heard it before?  The statement is simple. Nothing grey… and it’s not about what “you deserve”  (which always sounds so selfish and self serving) – more about knowing who you are and what you have allowed to become acceptable.  I’m talking about relationships here, of course – though technically this simplistic phrase could be a wise person’s motto. However, I’ve found that most woman (especially young woman) now-a-days settle for “that guy” they think they can save, change or help “be the man he’s supposed to be” (all romanticized by TV and movies) .

Maybe this is acceptable for some – but seriously, once a man reaches minimally 30 (some figure it out at a much earlier age – God bless them!) — he should be a MAN!! And by that I mean a gentleman. And by gentleman I don’t mean the text book definition. Have any of your friends asked you what you want in a partner (key word: partner)? Most will answer with the classic responses: Sense of humor. Check. Attractive. Check check. Intelligent – but not obnoxiously so. Check check check. Financially stable. Check check check check.  BLAH BLAH BLAH…

Where did all the “man’s man” go to? I’m not talking about your typical metro-sexual (not that there’s anything wrong with that) or Neanderthal-type guys here. I mean a real fucking man!!  Not a guy that agrees with everything you say or want to do. Or worse – the guy that has to have his own way all of the time…But rather, that guy who opens the door – instinctively. Holds out the chair at a

Instinct.

restaurant. Hugs you when you don’t need it, but does it because he can and wants to. Holds your hand in public. Makes you feel secure – not because he’s 6’3″ and built like a hockey player, but because even when he’s 10 thousand miles away you can feel it. Looks you in the eye when he’s talking to you.  Treats you with respect. Listens to the words you speak. Asks how your day was. Is capable of cooking a decent meal – with nothing but left overs… Is secure enough with himself to put you in your place when you’re being a bitch. Smiles when he sees you. Makes you feel like you’re on Cloud 9 even when

Infamous Cloud 9…

you’re having a bad day. Acts as if you’re sitting next to him even when you’re a million miles away - and not because he’s “whipped” but because your feelings matter to him and his own sense of well-being. He should enhance your life…Support your goals. Be honest with you on every level. You should be the first person he thinks of when he wakes up and the last person he wants to see before he goes to sleep. This is a MAN. And yes, they exist.

Life is all about choices. You cannot change the past. Own the decisions you’ve made – good, bad and everything in between — once you have accepted that you are responsible for your own path in life, the future becomes so much clearer… Once you’ve accepted the past choices you’ve made you will never SETTLE!

Soooo now that …

Soooo now that the holiday is over I can give an honest opionion of what I’m truly thankful for… With everyone saying who they’re thankful for and why… with a lot of love, praise and warm fuzzies going out to even some they don’t even like or minimally tolerate, I am here to say what I am most thankful for NOT having.

I’m am thankful that I don’t have a nagging husband or boyfriend who critizes almost everything I do or say.

Thankful that I don’t live in a box under a bridge. Nor in my car (not comfortable at all).

I’m thankful that I don’t live too close to my immediate family so that I don’t have to endure their constant “love” or inquiries as to why I’m still not fucking married and have no kids (reason 2,134 to not have kids! It annoys your family!!).

I’m thankful that I don’t have salelite – cause that would just suck!

Thankful that my closest friends aren’t fucking morons and get my sense of warped sick humor and encourage it daily!

I’m thankful that I don’t have false teeth and can hold a conversation without saying “like” or “riiiiiggghhhhhh” every third or fourth word!

Thankful that I don’t have to work weekends or nights. And of course holidays.

Thankful that I don’t have any pets – not even a fish (my plants don’t count!)!

I’m thankful that don’t have to drive to work – but I do, because I can.

I’m thankful that I don’t need to be constantly entertained by others to have a good time.

Thankful that I’m not perfect – nor do I expect anyone else to be.

Thankful that I don’t allow my OCO to take over when I’m at others homes.

I’m thankful for NOT allowing anyone to treat me like a door matt.

Thankful that right now I don’t know anyone who is sick – physically or mentally (members of HC – this does not apply to you!).

I’m thankful I don’t need a wheelchair or a seeing eye cat or dog (yet!).

Thankful that I don’t need to remember most of my 20′s and half of my 30′s.

I’m thankful that I don’t have to be nice to everyone – ’cause some people just plain F’N SUCK and have no common sense (and if ya don’t know who you are, then just f’n ask – I’ll at least be honest).

Thankful that I don’t need Facebook to keep in contact with my homies and those I really care enough about to send my very best!

Thankful for NOT always doing the popular thing, but for choosing the right thing!

Thankful that I don’t need a man to take out my garbage, change the shower head or remind me how awesome I am!…..and FINALLY….

I’m thankful that I don’t have any kind of STD (there is something to be said about safety first!).

Soooo for all those who are thankful for what you have or who you have…. let’s not forget to be thankful for what ya don’t have!!

AMEN!!

I’m Thankful Too…

Soooo now that the holiday is over I can give an honest opionion of what I’m truly thankful for… With everyone saying who they’re thankful for and why… with a lot of love, praise and warm fuzzies going out to even some they don’t even like or minimally tolerate, I am here to say what I am most thankful for NOT having.

I’m am thankful that I don’t have a nagging husband or boyfriend who critizes almost everything I do or say.

Thankful that I don’t live in a box under a bridge. Nor in my car (not comfortable at all).

I’m thankful that I don’t live too close to my immediate family so that I don’t have to endure their constant “love” or inquiries as to why I’m still not fucking married and have no kids (reason 2,134 to not have kids! It annoys your family!!).

I’m thankful that I don’t have salelite – cause that would just suck!

Thankful that my closest friends aren’t fucking morons and get my sense of warped sick humor and encourage it daily!

I’m thankful that I don’t have false teeth and can hold a conversation without saying “like” or “riiiiiggghhhhhh” every third or fourth word!

Thankful that I don’t have to work weekends or nights. And of course holidays.

Thankful that I don’t have any pets – not even a fish (my plants don’t count!)!

I’m thankful that don’t have to drive to work – but I do, because I can.

I’m thankful that I don’t need to be constantly entertained by others to have a good time.

Thankful that I’m not perfect – nor do I expect anyone else to be.

Thankful that I don’t allow my OCO to take over when I’m at others homes.

I’m thankful for NOT allowing anyone to treat me like a door matt.

Thankful that right now I don’t know anyone who is sick – physically or mentally (members of HC – this does not apply to you!).

I’m thankful I don’t need a wheelchair or a seeing eye cat or dog (yet!).

Thankful that I don’t need to remember most of my 20′s and half of my 30′s.

I’m thankful that I don’t have to be nice to everyone – ’cause some people just plain F’N SUCK and have no common sense (and if ya don’t know who you are, then just f’n ask – I’ll at least be honest).

Thankful that I don’t need Facebook to keep in contact with my homies and those I really care enough about to send my very best!

Thankful for NOT always doing the popular thing, but for choosing the right thing!

Thankful that I don’t need a man to take out my garbage, change the shower head or remind me how awesome I am!…..and FINALLY….

I’m thankful that I don’t have any kind of STD (there is something to be said about safety first!). 

Soooo for all those who are thankful for what you have or who you have…. let’s not forget to be thankful for what ya don’t have!!

AMEN!!

Rendezvous: Excerpt 1 – The Dance

Rendezvous: Jameson and Ginger

“Jameson and ginger. Tall. Light ice…”  The bartender smiles and nods.  Since when does every guy look twelve? “Start a tab?”  For a split second I wondered if he thought  I looked like a woman who wouldn’t. “Yes… and keep these coming.”  Damn he’s cute. Too bad he’s twelve. I shift in my seat at the bar. Scan the room. Familiar. I know the sounds of this place all too well, though it’s been a while since I’ve been here. The ambiance. Amber lights. Drifting music. Laughter. White noise. Anything to drown out the week I’ve had. Same ol’, same ol’. Just add in the train wreck of the date from Wednesday night. Siiiigghhhhh. I hate dating. The word alone is enough to make me cringe. Stop thinking about it. Stop thinking about it! Stop! I assess the surroundings. It’s busy. Not crowed. A couple at the high top diagonal from me. First date. I know all too well the looks. It’s not going pleasantly for either of them. I can see the impatience and irritation on each of their faces. Two seats down a couple of woman are drinking Cosmo’s (typical). Animated. Dramatic. Bitching about the men in their lives. A co-worker. Their other friends. Good gawd!! So glad I’m not like that! I should go over there and bitch-slap both of them!  They’d worship the ground their men walked on if they had to go out into the ridiculous world of dating…. Another couple at the end of the bar. Married. To each other, is hard to tell. At least they appear happy and engaged with each other’s conversation. I glance at my phone. Nothing. Siggghhhhh.  “Another?” Really? Was I not fucking clear when I told him to keep them coming? “Yes. Please.” Maybe if I’m nice he’ll comprehend. “You’re not from around here are you?” Oh Jesus, not small talk. “No. I’m not.”  He is staring at me. No little boy, go away. I am not in the mood to mentor this evening. “My name’s Max. What’s yours?” For a split second I wanted to tell him something fake. But that’s not my style. “Hi Max. You must be new here. You don’t look familiar.” Avoidance. “Yeah. Just started here a few weeks ago. Going to college. First year Med.” Awesome. He’s book smart and oblivious. Great combination for a potential future doctor.  “Good for you. You’re going to be busy.” What else should I say? I could see that he wanted the conversation to continue. I wasn’t in the mood to chit chat. I look at my phone. Nothing. Still. “Where are you?” The text was sent. She is never late. I came here to unwind from the horror of my week, not converse with a twelve year old….

…And he is watching me.

I notice him. Stop staring!! Stop staring!!  God didn’t miss a thing when he was made.

Rendezvous: Him

Tall. Dark. Handsome. Not in a classic way. Intriguing. Exotic. His eyes catch mine. I stare back at him. Smiling. Like I know a secret. He smiles back, as he slowly walks by my place at the bar. I can faintly smell his cologne. WOW. Hawt!  I need another drink here! “Max!” I didn’t need to say more. Third drink delivered. “I can’t make it. I’m sorry. I’ll explain later. I’m ok. I’ll chat with you tomorrow.” Dammit! Jax never cancels.  “Ok. If you need anything, you know how to reach me.”  10 o’clock as the club music starts…

…And he is watching me.

I glance up at the TV. Scan the room. I can see him. Staring at me. I gaze back. Not intimidated. Intrigued. His presence is demanding. He is magnetic.  I search the room looking for someone I might know. No one looks familiar.  “You looking for me?” It is him.  OMG! OMG!! OMFG!! Get a grip. “I believe you were looking for me.” I hear myself say before I could stop the words from escaping my mouth.  His smile is hypnotic. “May I buy you a drink?”. Not surprised that I drink whiskey. We talk about the scene. Atmosphere. Music. Close enough to see his curiosity. The spark in his eyes. I find it hard to look away. Our conversation is flirtatious. Tempting. Good song. […I believe in miracles…]  “Dance with me?”  Huh? Suddenly I’m nervous. “Sure.” I am almost shocked at my response. I didn’t come here to dance tonight. The worse that can happen is he’s uncoordinated and I move on. He escorts me to the floor. We turn to face each other and so it begins. Our body language is mirrored by the echo of the music. [… where did you come from angel… did ya know you’re everything I prayed for… you sexy thing… ]DAMN! He’s good. The music transitions from one to the next. He pulls

me into him. I can feel his body. The muscles in his shoulders. Arms. Across his back. In his hands as they move from my waist, hips, shoulders, neck… and back. Controlled.

Rendezvous: The Dance

Intentional. Like he is going to have his way with me on the dance floor. In sync. Connected by a need beyond the music. Beyond words. I am even more roused. Sweat beads down my neck. Cleavage. I can feel his breath. I am hot. But not from dancing. He takes my hand. Pulls it over my head. Behind my back. Closer. Body to body. He pushes me up against the mirrored wall. Forceful intention. Desire. His lips are on mine. Brief. Not sure how I will react. I can see his desire. I pull his mouth back onto mine. My response his answer.  Purposefully.  Enticing him.  Tongue to tongue. Mouth to mouth. Breathless. We pull apart as the music transitions…

… And he is watching me.

I need air. OMFG! I need air. I go outside. He follows. Staring at me. He is close. I can feel the heat from his body. Dammit! Why does he have to be soo sexy crazy hawt?? “Follow me.” He leads me back inside. I am mesmerized by him. Behind closed doors he pushes me up against the wall. Forceful. In control. I can feel his heat. His mouth on mine. Breathless. I feel the cold porcelain of the sink as I grab for something to steady myself. Feel his hands as they pull me into his body. Move down my hips, thighs… pushing the fabric of my skirt higher. Dammit!He wants me. Now. I put my foot up

Rendezvous: Behind A Closed Door

against the door. Spreading my legs just enough to invite more. Breathing is erratic. Don’t lose control. Don’t lose control. I hear the music. Beating – at the same rate as my heart. His hands move up my inner thighs as he whispers “Damn you’re sexy”… His fingers move over me. Needing to feel more. I pull at his shirt. Almost ripping it off his body. My hands move down the length of his torso. I can feel him. He is more than ready. His mouth is on mine. Demanding. Intense. His hands pull at my stockings. Rip them off! Rip them off!  *****KNOCK!! KNOCK!! KNOCK!!***** “Demitri – you in there?”  FUCK ME!!!!!! Are you fucking kidding me? “Be right out.” His voice is hoarse. Pulling away, he smiles. Shakes his head. “I’m sorry. I need to go.” My mind is a blur. I try to gain some composure. Bring my sane mind back to reality. “When will I see you again?” What?  Is he friggin serious? “See me again?  Probably never.” What should I say? Here’s my number, call me for a rendezvous?  He holds my face in his hands. Tender. Need. The hunger. Smiling like he knows a secret. His lips brush mine.  Teasing me. Testing me. I pull his mouth back onto mine. Slide my tongue over his. Teasing him. Testing. As we pull apart his whispers “Sexy lady, never say never.”

… And he is watching me.

“Max! I’ll get my tab.” I am blurred. Sober now. But blurred. What the fuck just happened? I need to go home and sleep. Tomorrow is a new day. Dimitri. Was that his name? Hmmmmm…. “Here you are. You looked good on the dance floor. You’ve got some moves.” Really? Once again, little boy, I’m not in any mood to have idle chit chat with a twelve year old. “Thanks. Good way to blow off steam. Have a great night.” I turned before he could respond. I needed to get out of there and back to reality. 12:45. Where did the time go? Oh yeah! I was gonna get fucking laid in the restroom of a  bar. Fan-fucking-tastic. I moved through the now crowded bar. Searching to see if he was … where? Anywhere. The cold air took me by surprise as I walked out into the

Rendezvous: ... And He's Watching Me

night. Town was dead except for those who were still inside. Waiting for last call. Waiting for their chance at anything.  I crossed the road to my parked vehicle.  I could

feel something. Sense someone. I clicked the auto lock. Look around the parking area…

… And he is watching me.

The Moment: Excerpt 2 – First Touch

The Moment: First Kiss

That moment.

You stand. Lean down to kiss me. Passion. Intensity. Need. I can see only desire in your eyes. “Shall we?” My heart is racing. Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! I remind myself once again to breathe. I look up into your sparkly eyes and before my sane mind can form the words of excuse, I hear myself saying “Yes. I believe we shall.” I know what this means. What this short exchange of words is leading us to. There is no turning back now. All I can see is you. It is time to go. You take my hand, as I slide off the bar stool. My legs barely hold me up. Overwhelming feelings of lust, desire, need for this amazing man standing at my side take over. Barely believing you are really here. That you want me. And you do. I can see it in your eyes. In the smile that has not left your handsome face since the moment we laid eyes on each other — more than five hours ago. Feel it in the way you are holding my hand. I stare at you. Completely enamored by everything you are. You lead us through the bar. I look back at the place where we first met face2face. Smile. Shake my head. Still awed. “Are you alright baby?” I can hear the concern in your voice. “Yes.  I am more than alright. I’m exactly where I want to be.” Your arms are around me. Reinforcing the words. The strength of a man. Of you. We know. . .

The Moment: Number 3

The moment.

We make our way through the lobby. Touching each other. Finding it difficult to keep to ourselves. The need far too great to deny at this moment. Unaware of those around us. We are in our own world. Intrigued and mystified by each other’s mere presence. You hold my hand. Lightly touching my fingertips to your lips. Electric.  You guide me onto the elevator and press floor number 3. You are controlled. Calm.…The doors close. We are alone. You push me up against the elevator wall. Remember to breathe. Remember to breathe. I can feel the hard steel of the chair rail pressing into

The Moment: The Elevator

my lower back. The heat from your body. Your mouth on mine. Your hands pushing the fabric of my skirt higher. I can taste the sweetness of wine on your  tongue. Teasing each other. Testing. The sounds of our urgency all that can be heard. Our hands searching for a way to feel more. Know more….before the elevator doors slide open. We know …

The moment.

You fumble with the electronic key. Laugh nervously. I am entertained by your almost boyish reactions. Green light. You lead me inside. “After you, my dear.” We are alone. Finally. Behind closed doors. I hear hollow click as you lock the door.  I slowly walk in, not sure how far I should go. I’m surprisingly nervous. Excited. Ambivalent. Worried that I may not live up to the long awaited expectation. A light glow from the entrance light is all that there is… I can hear music playing in a distance – or perhaps it’s just me. I feel the heat of your body behind me before I feel the touch of your hands on my shoulders. The warmth of your breath on my neck. You offer me a drink. I decline. You offer me to sit. I decline. I turn to face you. Tracing  with my fingertips along the sides and down to your jaw line. Strong. Sexy. Touch my fingers to your lips.  Your arms are around me. I can feel your hands sliding back and forth along my lower back and ass. Pulling me closer. Almost digging into my clothes. Your desire. Your lips are close. Brushing mine. You are teasing me. I stare into your eyes. “Kiss me.” Your

The Moment: Passion

mouth covers mine. Passionate. Intense. I can feel your tongue glide in and out of my mouth as I match your need to entice more. Our breathing is shallow. We pull, almost rip, at each other’s clothes. The need to feel skin on skin. I can feel your bare chest and upper arms. Broad. Muscular. Like a man’s should be. You guide me to the bed. I can barely think. I am completely intoxicated by the feelings of desire. Need. You pull off my boots. Your eyes full of lust and want after months of talk. Anticipation. I reach for the buckle on your belt. You stop me. Enjoying this moment as you remove my stockings.  Damn it! Are you fucking kidding me!! Your hands skim up my thighs. I catch my breath at your touch. Your fingers slowly start to move inside me. You catch your breath. I moan out loud. You make me like this. I writhe with your fingers.  I hear nothing but the sounds of my own desire. My own need of you. I tell you that I want you. Need you inside me now. I reach for you. My mind is blurring now. You grab my hands and pull them above my head. Holding them there with one hand. Forceful. In control. Dominating me. You got me. Oh my fucking Gawd! Oh my fucking Gawd! Now! Now! Now! You cannot take it any longer. NOW! NOW! NOW! You move up the length of my body. Skin on skin. Taking the time to insure I know you are a man. You are teasing me – again. I move my hips upward. Your mouth is on mine as you

The Moment: First Touch

begin. Slowly. You want me to know how you feel. OMFG!!! I gasp with the pleasure of it. This is beyond my own comprehension. Raw passion. Magnetic chemistry. I wrap my legs around you. Holding you. Deeper. Faster. Harder. Don’t stop! You know I like it a little rough. I can’t think. I claw at your back. Dig into your shoulders. Your ass. I don’t have to say it. You can feel it. See it in my eyes. Feel it in my touch. My conscientious mind is gone. I can’t hear, smell, taste. I can only feel you. The first touch. Passionate. Intense. We are lost in each other. In our own world. As one at this un-fucking-believable moment in time. We know. . .