Monday, December 26, 2005
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Thank you J.
Amazing sex! That’s what it was. He made me cum hard, my body tightening as my clit exploded in ecstasy. I was unable to keep my legs bent as my body arched into a straight line, my legs squeezing together, trying to hold onto it for as long as I could. He watched my face as it contorted in the passion of the moment. My thighs were damp as he spread my legs, still looking at me, my breast in his hand. He pushed into me, filling me completely, rocking me with the force of his hips.
It all started with a little innocent remark on my part as he stood hanging his clothes up. As he pulled the belt out of his pants, I said. “That’s kind of kinky.” I had his attention. “What was?” He looked at me, listening. “You, sliding that belt out of those pants like that.” I grinned up at him from my place on our bed. He finished hanging the clothes and crawled into bed with me to snuggle. We didn’t get much snuggling done, I was in need and he was willing to fulfill that need.
There was a little soft hand spanking, nothing too hard, but just enough to get me wet. He was ready with a vibrator and an anal toy that I find especially pleasing, I was ready, soaked for it. He sat above me and helped me to work into that place, to cum. I feel a million times lighter now, funny how he sometimes knows what I need better than I do. J is able to see when I need to decompress and relax, like today. He can also see when I need to be taken down a little and when I just need a good cry.
My body is still very sensitive even as I sit here writing this. My mind beginning to unwind a little at a time. J is such a solid part of my life; I don’t know what I would do without him. I know that I wouldn’t feel whole.
January 1st marks the beginning of another year for us together as man and wife just as it does the New Year, it will be our ninth anniversary and I could not be happier with my husband. J has been with me through everything, I have told him all of my deepest fears, my greatest hopes and wildest fantasies. It is comforting to know that there is at least one person in this world who knows me…not just what is on the surface, but the real me…all of my faults and nuances. Still he loves me, mistakes, screw-ups and all. He sees past all of that and helps me to cultivate the part of me that thrives on doing my best; he makes me want to be a better person. For all of that J I love you, for just being you, I love you.
Posted by Scarlett at 3:16 PM
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
This poem was sent to me in an e-mail...I don't know who wrote it, but I wanted to share.
The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,Transforming the yard to a winter delight.The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know,Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,And I crept to the door just to see who was near.Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.
"What are you doing?" I asked without fear,"Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts..To the window that danced with a warm fire's lightThen he sighed and he said "Its really all right,
I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night.Sleep without fear as you turn out your lights.""It's my duty to stand at the front of this line,That separates you from the darkest of times.No one has asked or begged or implored me,I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.My Gramps died at 'Pearl on a day in December,"Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembered.
"My dad stood his watch in the jungles of 'Nam',And now it is my turn and so, here I am.I've not seen my own son in more than a while,But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,The red, white, and blue... an American flag.
'I can live through the cold and the being alone,Away from my family, my house and my home.I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.I can carry the weight of killing another,Or lay down my life with my sister and brother..Who stand at the front against any and all,To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall.""So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright,Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."
"But isn't there something I can do, at the least,"Give you some money, prepare you a feast?It seems all too little for all that you've done,For being away from your wife and your son.
'Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,"Just tell us you love us, and never forget.To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,To stand your own watch, no matter how long.For when we come home, either standing or dead,To know you remember we fought and we bled.Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,That we mattered to you as you mattered to us.
This poem was sent to me through e-mail,(It didn't say who wrote it) I really liked it and thought I would put it on here…so, I never take for granted or forget all these men and women who fight that I may enjoy the freedoms this country offers.That I might always apriciate all that I have, thanks to these brave people who would fight and die for this amazing country I call home
Posted by Scarlett at 5:03 PM