Archive for January, 2009

Will the snow ever end?

I have lived in Chicago all my life.  I travel occasionally for my job but do I ever get to go somewhere warm?

No, they send me to Toronto most of the time.

Which is where I have been off and on for the past couple of weeks.

I know Storm frequently posts a "life got in the way" comment, but I figured it was my turn.

I am back in Chicago, in time for the new round of snow and additional ice, and for her to fall last night on the ice and twist her leg pretty badly.

I made her ice it, watched her so she didn't hobble around the house doing things she shouldn't be doing and finally convinced her that with a huge swollen bump on her knee, the best thing for her to do would be to lie down, ice the knee and elevate it.

She started to argue with me and then she saw the smile on my face.  

That was when she agreed that yah, icing her knee and putting it on a pillow just might help.

It was really fun watching her try to stay still as I sat next to her and slipped my fingers into her panties to play with her clit.  So faintly that at first it didn't really affect her one way or the other.

Then it started to bug her, which I find amusing.

You know that place between 'this feels really good' and 'this is good but it would feel better if...'?  Yah, that's where I kept her for about 15 minutes.

We were watching a movie and since she was the one who had suggested the movie, I had to keep reminding her that we were supposed to be actually watching the movie.

She was all good natured about it until I pulled my fingers away and she shot me that look she gets.

Then she asked me VERY SARCASTICALLY, if we were having a quiz about the movie when it was finished...

OK, I know that look.  And I know when to put my fingers back where they belong.

I don't even remember what movie we were watching.

Neither does she, but I know it was fun to try and keep the ice on her knee while I made her cum.


Jan 28, 2009 | 0 comments | View Post

Sexual sanctuary

The church is like a zoo.

The choir sounds like a group of howling hienas, the off-key woman who sits in the front row is like a squeaking parrot who just won’t shut up, the priest is like the head lion and the little alter boy his afternoon meat.

So if going to church is like watching the Discovery channel, why not emulate what’s being shown on the media? I mean, intercourse is imperative to the survival of the animal kingdom, as is essential to the survival of humankind. And God knows we don’t want our species to go extinct before His planned Apocalypse.

The good ole Bible says premarital sex is bad and all that yackety-yack, but it doesn’t particularly condone sex in public. So sex on the front pew on a Sunday night? I might go to hell for this, but at least it’s one more checked off my “to do before I die” list. Amen.

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Jan 26, 2009 | 0 comments | View Post

Save a horse, ride a cowboy

It’s 2 a.m. on a Friday night, and I’m pissed.

I had scored myself dinner and drinks with a cute cowboy, and afterward had invited him over to my place. I stripped him down to his cowboy boots the moment he walked through my door, getting ready for a buck-wild night.

But half an hour later, he’s still limp.

Granted, he’s good with his fingers and he’s got tongue skills. But no matter how good his pregame show is, if he can’t bring the bull in the ring, he can’t ride.

Maybe you should have gone easy on the whiskey, I think to myself as I hand him his chaps. Because if you can’t get me off, I’ll be ignoring your texts and screening your calls, no matter how sweet or gentlemanly you may have been over dinner. A girl just wants a ride, and if ya can’t get ‘er done, then your eight seconds is up. Yee-haw.

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Jan 26, 2009 | 0 comments | View Post

Just Go With It…


He growls at me as he grabs my legs and wraps them around his waist.

His dark eyes hold the promise of something I can't yet comprehend, but I am pretty sure of.

It's the first time we have ever been naked together, although our friendship the past ten years has been very intimate.

The first time his fingers slid between my glossy lips.

The first time his naked thighs were between mine, his thick, hard cock so close I could feel the heat coming off his loins.

He leans in and kisses my neck, then bites down hard, sending me reeling and grabbing him.

My hips thrust up and I pull him with my legs so his cock slides effortlessly into me.

This burning ache is almost too sweet to bear as he pulls my hands out to my sides, holding his fingers entwined in mine and fucks me very slowly and deeply at first.

Just as I can feel the heat moving into my toes, he pulls out and sits back on his heels.

"Roll over onto your side" he whispers.

I quickly scramble to my side and he moves in behind me and pushes my leg forward with his own as he slides his cock back into me.

He pulls me back against his chest and moves his arm around my waist.  I can feel his breath on the back of my neck and it makes me shiver.

As my pussy swells, the head of his cock hits my g-spot and I shiver again. Jack whispers against my neck, low and growly and moves his fingers to my nipple.  He rolls it between his thumb and middle finger as he thrusts deeper.

I start grinding my hips back against him, feeling the tingling in my clit start.

As I reach down to touch him all I can do is say his name.  There's not much more that will come out.  I can feel myself losing ground, in that space where time stops.

My body fights my mind. The delicate balance where you want that pre-orgasmic catch in your aura to linger and simultaneously push to tear through it.

That sweating, grinding need.

His hand goes down to my clit and barely touches it and I feel my pussy grip his cock and my clit pulse against his fingers.  I reach back and grab him as best I can as I cum, until I begin pulling away from the intensity.

But Jack isn't having it. He moves his fingers off my clit but holds his fingers against my lips and pounds into me.  I break free and lean over more to allow him better access to fuck me.

And he does. He grabs my hips and hits that sweet spot inside until I am grabbing anything I can get my hands on and tumbling into the abyss.

The feeling sends me flying and crushes me at the same time.

I feel his body shudder and the intense throbbing of his shaft as he cums.

We're both catching our breath and he is stroking my hair and kissing me.  I want to turn toward him but I don't want to disconnect our bodies.

Finally though, I can't take it. I need to face him, so he reluctantly pulls away and I turn around.

He takes my face in his hands and we both start laughing.

"Is that what being friends for 10 years does to first time sex?" I ask him incredulously (and rhetorically).

He smiles and shrugs as he kisses me.

"I have no idea" he whispers and kisses me again.

But we both agree it's best to just go with it....

Jan 25, 2009 | 0 comments | View Post

Revelations Part Two

I have had loads and loads of messages and questions regarding my recent post about my friends revelations . . . The most emails I’ve had following an entry for ages. (Perhaps I should write less about my own experiences and more about other things!!)

Just to completely and generally answer the most recurring themes/comments and questions . . .

1) I have known her since school days and she has always been the most sensible and “stable” of all of my longstanding-friends. There is absolutely no question of me having to think for even a moment about supporting her in whatever she asked of me.

2) Her husband has always seemed a lovely person and both J and I have always gotten along with him perfectly well. He doesn’t know anything, or suspect anything, about it. He is “a wonderful father” but, apparently, has never been particularly adventurous “in bed” and that she never really knew, until now, about “being satisfied”.

3) I have spoken with her (on the phone) several times in the past two weeks since our dinner. She has told me that seeing her new man has left her feeling deeply guilty afterwards, but that she “can’t help herself” and that, in fact, it has made her realise how much she still loves her husband. She says she has no intention of leaving her husband and children, and has told [her new man] this. She says she is unsure about his [her new man] intentions, but she can’t stop wanting to see him.

5) No I haven’t told her about “me”. I WAS going to, but J said I shouldn’t tell her in case things “go wrong there and we get caught-up in other peoples dirty-washing”. BUT anyway, in the conversations I’ve had with her I’ve hardly been able to get a word-in . . . she has been so excited and telling me about how she feels like a teenager in her first real romance. I made the point of telling her it was hardly a “romance”, but I know how she feels about the flattery and excitement of suddenly finding “after all these years that someone else actually fancies me!”

6) I also know how she feels about the “release” of just being able to tell someone else . . . but, sorry to disappoint, I won’t be sharing anymore of her revelations here (and she doesn’t tell me any “details” anyway, and even though I am curious (of course!!), I haven’t asked).

I suppose the point of my mentioning her revelations at all, is just that (apart from the sheer surprise of it coming from her), it just further confirms my own feelings that it is a perfectly natural . . . and common . . . feeling / emotion to desire that sense of longing for, and in more cases than a lot of people realise, to actually occasionally experience the sexual attentions of a “different” partner.

End of subject !!

Best wishes - Edith

Jan 24, 2009 | 0 comments | View Post

Mariani Bridi da Costa Amputated


I had never heard of Mariana Bridi da Costa before today, but I will never forget her after hearing this. Mariana Bridi da Costa is a gorgeous Brazilian model who was diagnosed with a killer urinary infection and ended up losing her feet and hands because they had to be amputated.

If that weren't terrible enough, doctors initially misdiagnosed her with kidney stones and sent her on her way, only to discover a few days later what the problem really was. On top of all this, Mariana Bridi da Costa has a rare blood type and needs blood desperately in order to live.

Currently, Mariana Bridi da Costa is on a ventilation machine in a hospital in Serra, in the southeastern state of Espirito Santo. Our thoughts and prayers are with her.

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Jan 24, 2009 | 0 comments | View Post

Kevin Federline on Dancing with the Stars


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Well now it's official; Dancing With the Stars is the new fat farm for quasi-celebrities. Word has it that roly-poly Kevin Federline wants to do the prime time dance show now that he's all fat and rich and stuff.

Kevin Federline, who was once a high in-demand backup dancer is now living a little too large with all the money he got in the Britney Spears settlement. So large, in fact, that he's letting his once super fit physique turn circular.

So what do you think? Would you root for Kevin Federline if he became a dancer on Dancing with the Stars or do you think he'd get outed from the get-go?

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Jan 24, 2009 | 0 comments | View Post

Handbag of the Day – Victoria Beckham Birkin Bag


Victoria Beckham is many things and a fashionista is one of them. Considering gorgeous husband David Beckham has an incredibly difficult time finding gifts for Victoria Beckham because she has everything she could ever want, you could imagine his delight at finding this Birkin bag for his wife.

How much is this 3-carat diamond studded Himalayan bag? A cool $104,000! And there are only 3 like it in the world. Imagine how happy this must make Victoria Beckham... now her Spice Girls peers must be burning. They probably can't even afford it.

What do you think of the bag? Would you ever pay that much for a handbag?

By Ladythrills

Jan 24, 2009 | 0 comments | View Post

Brad Pitt’s Zipper was Open at Movie Premiere


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Brad Pitt was at one of the many premieres of The Curious Case of Benjamin Button and his fly was open on the red carpet. I know... how could the most perfect of perfect men end up making such a freakin' monumental mistake like having his fly open on the red carpet. What is the world coming to? Is this the end? Methinks yes it is.

If that weren't terrible enough, people are whispering that Brad Pitt's zipper may have been open because he's turning into a raging alcoholic as he's been seen about town holding open beer bottles while getting into cars and carrying bottles of wine into limos.

Oh me oh my, what will we do if Brad Pitt turns into a crazy alkie and he loses his 400 kids? What will become of the rest of us? Ah, I'm sure we'll get over it.

By Ladythrills

Jan 24, 2009 | 0 comments | View Post

Top 10 George Bush Moments


David Letterman is a star, no doubt, and he has never made a secret about how he feels about George W. Bush, although it took the rest of the country a little while to follow. Now, he's able to laugh about it; I guess we all can, because, let's face it, the guy was a dunce.

So David Letterman put together a Top 10 List of favorite George W. Bush moments, and man are they priceless. Enjoy.

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Jan 24, 2009 | 0 comments | View Post
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