I have had an idea for a new writing for days, I mean seriously days, perhaps a week! I finally have time to write and sit down write a few pages and I do write. Then I re-read the pages and it’s garbage! I kinda want to tear up the pages however since I have typed them all I can do is delete and start over.
I give Dave a halfhearted hug as I am naked for heaven’s sake! Dave is very tall and very well built, like someone who works out for hours a day. He has always been very intimidating to me simply because of his stature is so imposing looking. Sir he is well built and dark haired that has begun to turn a bit grey, so very sexy! He has these very expressive steel blue eyes. Dave is more South Beach type of look.
As Dave chuckles and releases the hug I quickly get to Sir’s side making every attempt to hide myself from Dave’s eyes, yes I realize that there is NO hiding in clear blue pool water. Plus, there is a side of me that is so utterly turned on right and it is contrary to what my mind is screaming to me. If I were to be listening to my mind I would be in Army tent with heavy glasses.
The next morning, we woke up intertwined with each other. His arms firmly wrapped around me, the absolute most safe, secure and welcoming place on earth. This is my favorite way to wake up. I stir and as I roll over I see his grey eyes scanning over me. He is watching me ensuring that I am safe as always. As I stretch I move closer to him and reach up for a kiss. He chuckles a bit.
“sassy you are insatiable as ever!”
Sir and I had always shared a fantasy get away to somewhere tropical where cell phones do not work and minimal WiFi. This shared fantasy started shortly after we first met. One of Sir’s favorite things is to push my boundaries which is one of the many reasons I adore him and that we are together. We finally book our dream vacation to the Caribbean and I was instructed that I did not need to pack much in the way of clothing.
If you look up the word Feminism in the dictonary it states “A movement for granting women political, social, and economic equality with men.”
If you look it up in the Urban Dictonary “The belief that women are and should be treated as potential intellectual equals and social equals to men.”
I think it is safe to assume if you are over the age 25 you have been in love at least once in your life. How do you know you are, how do you know it is something to hold on to, or should you let that love go? Is it true that it is better to have love and lost than to have never loved at all? These are questions that I have pondered over the last 5-10 years of my life.
As an author I enjoy writing and reading tragic love stories. These stories have a great tension that keeps one compelled to keep reading. Also, you know that at the conclusion of the book or story will be reasonably happy ending meaning the two lovers find each other.