UGH

this is a copy of an old post from my old blog (efx2blogs). some smilies, graphics, and/or links may be missing, but you get the idea.

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i want to write something. i mean REALLY write something. something of substance, something worthy of reading. something worthy of accolades. i want to express myself with flowery, flowing words. i want to my reader to be drawn in, enthralled, caught up. i want the words to flow from my fingertips. i don't want to have to force them.

the basic problem with all of this is that i doubt my skill. i don't think the way i write is good enough. it doesn't flow the way i want it to. it isn't expressive enough. i'm never pleased with it. if i have the intellect to enjoy things written a certain way, why can't i write that way?

Posted: 6:35 PM, 11/13/2007

seconds

this is a copy of an old post from my old blog (efx2 which then became efx2blogs). in the end, the final incarnation (efx2blogs) went down one too many times for me, so i switched to blogger. i was able to recover most of my older stuff (efx2) from archive.org. some smilies, graphics, and/or links may be missing, but you get the idea.

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WARNING! MORE ADULT CONTENT!

if you don't wanna know about the "adult" things i do in my free time, stop reading now.

so now, without further adieu, i give you the next taste of what i've been working on lately.

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"Tell me" she whispered in my ear, my earlobe between her teeth. "Tell you what?" I asked, feigning innocence. She began to kiss a slow, tortuous path down my neck as she spoke, pausing between each word for another lick, another bite, another kiss to dull the pain. "Tell.... me..... what..... you.... want" She loves to tease me, and I love to let her, but I also love to play hard to get. I stifled a moan every time she bit me. "I want you to do whatever you want" I managed breathlessly knowing it wasn't what she wanted to hear. I knew she wanted to hear how I wanted her fingers inside me, how I wanted her tongue on my clit, how I wanted her to make me cum again and again, but I wasn't going to tell her that. Not yet.

just a taste

this is a copy of an old post from my old blog (efx2 which then became efx2blogs). in the end, the final incarnation (efx2blogs) went down one too many times for me, so i switched to blogger. i was able to recover most of my older stuff (efx2) from archive.org. some smilies, graphics, and/or links may be missing, but you get the idea.

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here is a little snippet of something i've been working on. what do you guys think?

WARNING! ADULT CONTENT!

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In the blink of an eye, I was completely at her mercy. I was reaching for the door when her hand caught my wrist, stopping me short. Surprised, I turned to face her. I found her face only inches from mine, her eyes on fire. In one swift motion she pulled me to her and backed me up against the wall. I didn't have to pretend to resist, but I did and it only fueled her fire. She didn't have to spread my feet further apart with her own and shove her knee between my legs either, but she did, and I thanked her for it silently.

She stared deep into my eyes for a moment, contemplating her next move and then crushed her lips to mine. Powerful, forceful, breathtaking. I moaned softly, parting my lips slightly. Her tongue teased my lips, sought mine and then retreated. Wicked little tease. She placed her hand in the side of my face, caressing my cheek with her thumb before running it across my lips. My tongue darted out to lick and suck her fingertip each time. A low groan escaped her lips as she reached up, grabbed a handful of hair, pulled my head back and kissed me again. She kissed me long and deep and hard, biting my lower lips as she pulled away. I squirmed against her, rubbing my breasts against hers and grinding myself against her knee. I was already silently begging her to fuck me. I knew she wouldn't. Not yet.

interrupted

this is a copy of an old post from my old blog (efx2 which then became efx2blogs). in the end, the final incarnation (efx2blogs) went down one too many times for me, so i switched to blogger. i was able to recover most of my older stuff (efx2) from archive.org. some smilies, graphics, and/or links may be missing, but you get the idea.

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i close my eyes and i am laid bare
no secrets
no pretenses
all of me, wanting all of her
above me
on me
IN me
my mouth on hers
her skin against mine
caressing me
FUCKING me

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that bit has been rumbling around in my head for awhile now, so i thought i'd give it a little life. i'm minding my own business, on my lunch break, and in walks my boss, says something to piss me off, gets that condescending tone when i answer him and walks out. so thats it, the hot scene i was replaying in my head which served as the inspiration for what was shaping up to be a tasty tidbit is up in smoke. *poof*
FUCKER!

in un-related news, i'm still trying to decorate around here. i still don't like the way it looks yet.

Edit:
a bit of background info: when i am envisioning little scenarios such as the one above (either replaying them or planning the next one) i always tell wifey that i have visions of sugar plum fairies dancing in my head.
so the reason for the edit to my post? i'm sitting here thinking about my postus interruptus and what comes on my yahoo radio? the nutcracker suite. mind you, it was the valise des fleurs (waltz of the flowers) and not the sugar plum fairies. still appropriate nonetheless.
just thought i'd share. carry on.

I'm feeling: pissed Listening to: classical music

in my mind

this is a copy of an old post from my old blog (efx2 which then became efx2blogs). in the end, the final incarnation (efx2blogs) went down one too many times for me, so i switched to blogger. i was able to recover most of my older stuff (efx2) from archive.org. some smilies, graphics, and/or links may be missing, but you get the idea.

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my office mate was listening to salsa music and this is the visual i had, thought i'd share it, for what its worth. forgive me if this is a bit choppy. i wrote it on lunch and in between tasks during the day.

i'm wearing a black dress made of soft, flowing material that hugs my curves like roadmap and hits just above the knee. the low cut top shows just enough cleavage to make you weak in the knees. my waist length hair is down and flowing. my make up is flawless - just the right amount of sparkle on the eyelids, the perfect shade of lipstick that makes my full lips look that much more kissable. my french manicure is gorgeous and i'm wearing a few bracelets on my right wrist. not enough to be gaudy, just enough to make a slight jingle jingle when i move my hand just right. my red pedicured toes are accentuated by an anklet, an understated toe ring, and black strappy high heeled sandals. my perfume, a sensous sweet fragrance, is intoxicating. we are dancing and people are staring. staring because we are dancing just a little close. staring because they've been watching us sit at the corner table for awhile now, watching your hand slowly creep higher and higher up my thigh, the same thighs they are seeing a bit more of now as you spin me around and my skirt raises ever so slightly. staring because they've seen you kiss me and bite my lip as you pull away, and seen me sit motionless with my eyes closed for just a second afterward and lick my lips like you've just given me a piece of candy. they've watched me lean in to whisper things to you, showing you more cleavage than is necessary. they've watched your reaction, the fact that you want to hold me down and rip the dress of of me all to obvious. they've watched me back away, giggling, teasing. they've watched us tease each other and now they are watching us tease them.

in the real world:
i'm wearing jeans and a t-shit, grey nikes and my hair is up. no make up, nothing. just me. my back is killing me, so much so that i'm leaving work early.

later peeps!

I'm feeling: in pain Listening to: salsa