Wanna Get Your Heart On?

As the day of love (or lust) approaches I began to fantasize think about what that day might look like for yours truly.  Would it be a day of chocolate covered strawberries and a dinner at a swanky restaurant? Perhaps a day in  treated to a massage at a day spa?  As I thought about it I had an out of body experience that was much like a sitcom in which the person daydreaming sees the way it might be like as a dream sequence.

The day I would have planned would start with a morning awakened by my man whispering softly into my ear.  Speaking softly and quietly I would be aroused (so to speak) and would respond accordingly.  With my motor running I would be very happy to reciprocate and give my man a gift(much appreciated by him)  first thing that morning.  Basking in the afterglow of a wonderful morning session we would have coffee and then have a hot and steamy shower in which I would get hot all over again just thinking about the sex we just had.  I would have a day to myself to get ready for a night that Cupid would approve.   My hair would get cut and highlighted.  My toenails would get painted with a coat of fire engine red.  I would be ready for a night of passionate and wild sex.  The kind of night that I would be seeing those toenails above my ahead and around the neck of my man. Getting the visual here?

Dinner would be at a place that was quiet and secluded with seating towards the back of the restaurant.  We would enjoy the company of each other all of the while thinking of the after dinner dessert…  I would be wearing a dress something like this one shown to the left.  The shoes would be much like the ones shown here as well.  You have the picture of this outfit in your head and imagine the fun that would be had by this hot mama in an outfit like that.  Details are few on the dinner as my mind fast forwards to the end of the meal.   Taking the last bite of our meal I become more and more anxious to get to the hotel suite booked across the street.   While my man pays the bill, I freshen myself up in the restroom.

Hot shoes

Hot Red Dress

Leaving the restaurant I become more aroused and less able to keep my hands to myself.  Pawing at my man I whisper to him, “You are ready to get the gift that keeps giving all night.”

The walk not being very long at all puts us in a hotel suite that is luxurious.  The large bed with the clean linens and the crisp pillowcases call us… Before the door is shut the dress slips off and it falls to the floor.   What hides under the dress is  a woman dressed in a red matching bra and thong with all of her curves showing.  My breathing becomes faster and my man grabs my hand and leads me to the bed.  There is not tender and sweet words that are shared on this night.  This night is meant for passion, hot and sweaty sex that leaves us spent, yet wanting more.   A night which ends only when we both become unable to keep our eyes open.  Sleep comes easily to us and we drift off our bodies intertwined together.

Opening my eyes  I  wonder, was this just a dream or will it really happen? Only my Valentine knows.   Anticipating a day that is lacking in  cheesy stuffed animals and over-priced flowers and hoping for the passionate encounter that I have been dreaming about. I don’t need all of the material things that might go along with the day.( will not turn them down)   Here’s the dish, more lovin’ is this Valentine’s wish!

Just wondering what your perfect Valentine’s day looks like and if you are wanting to get your “heart on?”  Please let me know what a day like this would look like for you in my comment section.  There is always the chance to remain anonymous.   Happy Valentine’s Day to all.

Passionate about…

Over the weekend I attended  Blissdom 09, a  conference for women who blog, and learned so many things that will help make my work better.   My last post was about a week ago and I am letting y’all know that I am feeling passionate right now…

What does that mean?  It means that I have begun to find the inner voice that I have been searching for over the last several months.  I had questions when I began my writing  here in late October.  Would people be interested or entertained?  I have confidence, and knew I had the skills to provide something unique, but wondered if that would be validated by others.  With the comments that all of my lovely readers have left over the last several months, however, I feel empowered.  While I love my audience that reads faithfully, I also write just for the passion of writing.  A turning point occurred this weekend that unlocked some valuable insight, and I now know where I want to go.

This is to pursue the passion for writing about women’s issues and sexuality in a way that perhaps others don’t.    I truly believe that I have something to add to the lives of my readers, to make you think about things differently or laugh (at me) on a day when you might need a moment like that.  My passion for life is (I hope) obvious, but if you have not read any of my prior posts I encourage you go back and see if we are a fit.  Finding someone who you want to read is much like a dance.  I may step on your toes, and you may decide you are not comfortable with my content.  You may find that the longer you dance with me, and we become used to each other that it becomes more fluid.  You may find that my steps are too fast or too slow.  My hope is that you dance with me, find that you had a great time, and want to come back another day.  Better yet, I want you to like dancing with me so much that you tell others where the dance is and bring them along next time.

If you came here and decide that it is not what you expected, I get that too.  Respectfully I ask you to give me a chance to add a little spice to your day.  I have a passion, and I am a woman who is comfortable expressing that to a wide audience.  Hang on, however;  because I have a whole bunch of ideas bouncing around in this sometimes unbalanced brain.  Just as the song goes by Bachman Turner Overdrive  ” You Ain’t Seen Nothing Yet.”