My burning heart...

My burning heart smolders.
The heat radiates through my body.
The light pulses like a disco strobe.

My passion dances to the beat of an unknown drum.
My lust, my love twirls around.

Heady and sugary scents fill the room.
Intoxicating.

Weekend Durp!

I wanted to post something smart and sassy; sexy and witty.

But I've got nothing.

Today's fortune stick says: You will have  success in music or the stage.

I'm watching a movie with Eric Balfour in it.

That is a very attractive man. 

Anywho,  I love dancing.

Dancing on a cool night with nice breeze to lovely beats.

Dancing alone, like no one is watching just you and universe.

Mixing different styles....just a joy about life.

That is dancing: joy of life.

Been a little frustrated by life.

I started gaining weight back. So, I gotta cut back on my soda and candy intake.

But I love sugary drinks!!!

So, who will teach me how to twerk.....

Sex is not a performance....

I found this on tumblr. I'm not sure where the original is from, but I thought it was beautiful and wanted to share it here.

"Sex is not a goddamn performance.

Sex should feel as natural as drinking water.

It should not require confidence.

Sex should happen, because the moment is ripe.

Ripening lips, ripening labia, ripening cock, ripening pupils, ripening state of being. Ripe and augmented and brimming. Your energy goes to your pumping heart, then to every external nerve, then to theirs, on fire.

You bask, roll, play in it. You sigh, moan, laugh.

It’s not about being “good in bed.”

It’s about being happy.

One should never worry if they’re doing it “correctly.” Sex is not factual. I don’t want your cookie-cutter sex, I don’t want your meticulously crafted, calculated, fool-proof fuck. I don’t want a show. I want you. Let your instincts, urges and whims define that. It’s enough.

What do most girls like? Forget about it. Statistics are meaningless when there’s only one. Hello, here’s me. Here’s you.

Don’t worry about taking it too slow. We got time. We got infinite rhythms, combinations, possibilities. Explore each fuck. Take our time. We can do a different one later.

Don’t worry about making me come. I’m here. Right where I want to be.

I am overwhelmed by wanting; you don’t have to convince me. I want you because I like you. So don’t put on a front. Don’t taint this.

I’m frustrated—it’s just authenticity I want.

It’s originality.

It’s passion.

It’s joy.

Don’t say that something I like is ugly. Don’t compare yourself to the rest. You will live and die with and within your experiences like everyone else. If someone thinks you are amazing, they are not wrong. Their universe is as real as any other; it is forged through perception.

I don’t care if you accidentally slammed my head into the wall, if you slipped out, if my arm cracked, if the delightful pressure of your wet lips on my anything made a silly sound. There is no right way and no wrong way.

“Good in bed,” what.

You’re good in my bed. I’m pleased you’re there. I feel it suits you.

Shove your technique. Let your memory swallow it. Fuck me like you’d fuck me, fuck me like you feel.

This isn’t a test.

"


(source: nickolaiolivier )

Hot and Moist

Orchid panties, purple top.
Brown skin....say what??....
It is hot outside.
hot and moist.

What is lady supposed to do?!