Giggle, giggle...

I've always wanted to share this joke...I'll cut to the chase a little in the beginning, you can fill in your own preliminaries. The rest I'll give you word for word.

A billionaire is entranced by a small town in "somewhere". He decides to settle in and in a short time he's basically running things. He absolutely loves to laugh. One day he gets bored and he announces that he will award one million dollars to the person that can come in, tell him a joke and make him laugh. He states that there are two conditions. The joke has to be a limmerick and must have the word "Timbuktu" in it.

People are coming in furiously, day after day, hitting him with limmericks and jokes of all kinds. He's amused but nothing has really tickled him.

One day a Jamaican and his Caucasian friend come in to try their hand at the million dollar prize. The Caucasian opts to go first and starts with a flair...

"If this doesn't make you laugh your ass off, I don't know what will. Here we go:
Far away in a distant land
All across the burning sand
Men on camels ride two by two
All the way to Timbuktu"

He spreads his arms out and waits for Mr. Moneybags to applaud his wit. Mr. Moneybags is not impressed.

Now the Jamaican steps forward, it's his turn and he was going for broke...

"See here, Mr. Man, Mi 'ave de bes joke fi yuh. Hear dis, hear dis:
Mi an mi brudda Tim
a huntin' we did go
Meet up pon tree young gurl, sittin' in row
Dey were tree and we were two

I buck one and "Timbuktu"...

Enjoy :P

Anyone can comment...

Hey sorry about that, I got the heads up though.

If you are reading this and would like to comment, now you can. I invite you to visit some of the older posts and read them again, see if you have anything to contribute to them. An opinion or some constructive criticism...that's what I'm doing here, that's what I need.

Lightworker Wizdom, you'll have to wait still, I'm not ready to post more yet...Sit tight.

I'm fighting a cold...trying to fight it with that Cold FX shit...anyone ever try it?
I hope it works, I don't want to be sick.

I'm going to finish a short story...

~Peace and Good Love

Right After this Cigarette (A Short Story)

This story is for mature audiences only. You should be 18 if you're gonna continue...please.

Here's just a taste of "Right After this Cigarette"

You'll have to ask for more...

"Right After This Cigarette…"


I went outside on the balcony to smoke a cigarette.
Knowing I was ready.
Every step I made caused my juicy lips to rub together and the burning continued. Still, I took my time and lit up, wanting to prolong the torture.
Knowing that by the time I put my fingers in my heat and flicked my nipples with my thumbs I would orbit the sun.
I wore a comfortable old tank top; one of my husband’s that was soft and so thin it was see-through. My cotton drawstring pants were wide and full, barely touching my skin. Over it all, I threw a long wool sweater; opened in the front because I didn’t waste time with the buttons. I drew deep on the cigarette as my mind wandered to all the things I would do to myself when I got inside.
I longed to roll my nipples between my thumb and fingers.
The throbbing between my legs was distracting but so necessary to the buildup of this seduction…I had a date with myself and I was anxiously aroused. My free hand slipped under my sweater to graze my nipple gently. The fire in my pussy flared when I plucked it with my fingers. My head fell back as I teased my hard, aching nipple through the soft cotton material. I stopped, pulled on the cigarette again and blew out smoke, transferring the cigarette to the other hand so that I could strum the other hard nub with my fingers.
Oh, how I wanted to get inside so I could lie down and spread my legs to expose my hot, wet nanny to the air.
Still. I lingered.
I stood there, slowly bucking my hips while I tortured my nipples with my fingers.
I thought for a second about how it would feel to drop my pants and sit on a chair bare-assed in the frigging cold. The crisp wind would stroke me, stoke me to a heat which blazed hot, with blue-orange flames, and licked me like a lover.
Fuck that.
It was chilly and my baby wouldn’t appreciate his pussy with a cold. I squeezed my thighs together and flexed those secret muscles. My cigarette, almost forgotten, should almost be done by now. I pulled the smoke in again and removed my hands from my breasts. Opening my sweater so the cold air could harden my buds still more, I sat on the arm of a chair.
I straddled that shit with my legs and rocked forward, feeling the pressure on my clit.
Instantly, I brought my fingers back to my budded breasts and stroked gently.
Oh, this was good, but not the way I wanted to love myself to orgasm.
Pulling on the cigarette one last time I flicked it over the balcony and went inside. Closing the sliding panel door behind me, I hung my sweater over a chair and sat down on the big comfy couch. I brought both hands up to squeeze each nipple simultaneously, then alternately.
Simultaneously, then alternately made me wet hot...

Anyone notice I was gone? (hehehe)

Hey!

Been gone for awhile...writing a novel and the muse got me good and tight, wouldn't let go and today I'm taking the time for other things...sort of.

Takes a while for this blog thing to catch, Huh? I used to check everyday to see if anyone happened by to read what I was saying that day...No bites...after awhile you get a little discouraged, until you think, how many people must be doing this shit? How many blogs can one really go through in a day? Then I asked myself, "What is the theme of this blog that I've created? What is it here to do?"

I wanted a place to practice writing, and to practice being myself. I wanted somewhere to start a network of similar minded individuals that I could learn from and maybe teach something to.
I wanted to talk about sex and love and relationships and family and friendship and spirituality and what's going on in my head, or my heart today....covers a lot of material. Thus, the theme is Life. Whatever Life means for me today...

I guess that's why I still have the same 4 comments in my blog...

I need a schtick! A lure...a byline...

Maybe I should just post an erotic short story, or part of it, and see what happens?

Maybe I should talk about my process writing the book.

Maybe I'll just write about whatever the hell I want!

I'll post the short, or a piece of it...stick around, you won't be sorry.

Second Response to the one named "Scribe"

Scribe says we should wake him up with our mouths...

I said,
"
Scribe,

You must have had some wonderful partners in your life, they nurtured a wonderful part of you.

I think this is sexy, it's empowering and it's sometimes hard to do.

I wish that I could admit to "just doing it" when I woke up wanting, and my man lay snoring beside me. I wish I always licked the tat we share, right there, as if to give each other a map of where to start that feels good...Sometimes I do, and by the time I'm screaming in my head with his fingers pluck, pluck, plucking my nipples and his dick so perfectly rubbing that spot deep inside, he's following me over, clutching, clenching, pluck, pluck, plucking off beat...

Sometimes I hesitate...why?

Rejection?

But I married the guy...he can't reject me anymore...not really, if I think about it.

We have love and make incredible sex...
"

Things To Do:

1. Suck my baby's dick late at night when he least expects it, savor its flavor then leave it to bite a nipple, then return while he moans helplessly underneath me.

2. Hesitate never.

First Response to the one named "Scribe"

"Scribe" said something profound about Sex being like Sushi...

I responded...
"
I'm learning to be that open, I'm learning to experience all kinds...

"It may look crazy, but fuck, it feels so good...."

In a way, it takes so much out of you; because you're fighting this carnal desire in yourself for so long, when your body's just screaming for it...

But when you finally do it, you revel in it, you ride it 'til it's done and you're screaming, quivering, so fucking horny you're coming from your pores, making it last, desperate to feel it...

Which one's better?

Just try it...
"