November 17, 2003

A man in a dress shirt with the tie pulled slightly loose, (where you get just a peek of the white teeshirt underneath) gets me everytime. I see guys like this and I want to drag them into the supply room and have my way with em. grrrrrrrr;-)

Acidman, that just wasn't fair. You aren't here to scratch my itch. Just wait until I get my nails into your back! I won't be letting go anytime soon. And my neck is so sensitive to kisses! Damn, I've got to stop now, too.

On second thought, I'd like to give you special kisses and licks that will be so hot that you'll be grabbing and bending the wrougt-iron headboard of my bed. It's real wrought-iron, too. None of that hollow brass stuff.

And just what do you think you've done to other woman who just know they'll never have a chance to find out what you're like up close and very personal.....it ain't fair, A-Man !!

*sigh* just.....*sigh*

Lady Mae, you call yourself a "lady"? Where I come from ladies don't act/talk like that.

I'm partial to boobage and generous hips, myself. All that finger-/toenail stuff is fine, but it's not like the real thing.

You're giving the big A a chubby over here, bro. And yeah, count me in among the hips fans.

Tubing down the Guadalupe river in Texas 2 years ago, I was fortunate enough to suck freshly pedicured and red-painted toenails as we drifted, thereby "toeing" her along.

Nah, it is not the same as "boobage and/or generous hippage", but say "goodgoddam!!", there is something about it that flips my switch and hers! Rewards always follow.

Rob, ya bitch-slapped the muse here, again. With your indulgence, sir?

***

A warm, moonlit night on the water, under sail on a long, beam reach. Fresh breeze, gentle waves and nothing but horizon on the bow.

Music, just barely loud enough to be heard, yet, not interrupting the mood.

Rounding up into the wind, the anchor is dropped and the boat swings 'round as the hook is set. Hurrying slowly (yes), the galley is opened and put to use.

Shortly, a modest feast comes forth, served abovedecks upon the cockpit table. A brass, hurricane lantern competes with the moon, and loses, but is content in it's defeat to shine gently o'er the fare.

Succulent, greedily consumed by hungry lips, hot, spicy and flavorful. Dinner ignites other, deeper hungers, soon to be explored.

The wine flows freely, but not to besot. Fuel for the fires though, and the sweeter for it.

Moments are savored as time is lost. Talk of lives, loves, losses even, open further the souls, and make ready the hearts.

Now then, the dance is begun, the cabin grows warm and close. Waves smile upon the boat, taking the rocking they find, as compliments to their toils.

Dawn comes unbeknownst, yet, the morning is sweet and the sun is soft. And welcomed.

Jim
Sloop New Dawn
Galveston, TX

(with a apologies to Rob again for the bandwidth)

Beautiful, Jim. Thank you.

Alaska Kim,
Men usually appreciate a lady in public, but have other desires between tangled sheets. Acidman was definitely talking about tangled sheets, and so was I.

You sentimental fool. So, you are a romantic. And you wanted us to think you were cranky. LOL

Ms. Mae, I'm not a man, and I could be wrong, but I would venture to guess that part of the thrill for the man is the chase. I'm reminded of the movie Cocktail where Tom Cruise is running his own bar in Jamaica, hanging out with some of his buddies and a beautiful older-than-him woman walks up to the bar and orders a drink. Watch the movie, but your posts certainly reminded me of what Tom says to his buddies when they bet him he can't get the woman in bed: "It wouldn't be any fun if she fell over with her legs in the air now would it?"

Come to Alaska where there is only about one woman to every 6 or 7 men. You wouldn't have to throw yourself at men like that.

But then again, that's just my frost-bitten opinion.

Jim, Sloop New Dawn
How Romantic, Perhaps I should throw my line into Galveston Bay.It's closer than Georgia from Arkansas. Lady Mae is too much competition. Or is she? I like to keep my secrets to myself. What is your Blog address? Perhaps I'd enjoy reading your Blogs.

Dad-burn it!

What is it with you bloggers and all the sex-talk?

Now I'm gonna have to go get the wife in the mood again, and that's work!

But it's good work, and there will be toes, legs, hips, soft music, conversation, hand-holding, nibbles, and of course, boobs involved.

I'm just saying, damn!

After reading Acidman's post and then reading Jim's comment in here....mmmm...all I can say is HOT DAYUM!!
I think it's gettin' kinda warm in here.
*swoons*
Cindi

Ha ha Jim! I just became the envy of many women, being just minutes from you. ;)

I'm still waiting to get my earrings, necklace, and t-shirt back from just over a year ago.

Harrumph!

All that sex talk is fine and dandy, Gut, but I want my stuff back!

I've got the necklace, but I don't have the earrings. WHAT earrings? I don't remember those. But I've got a genuine Jawja Blogger tee-shirt for you.

I'll put that stuff in the mail today.

Wow.

And that goes for you too, Jim! (...I didn't know ya had it in you...)

A question for ALASKAN KIM:
Would you have an issue with this post if it had been written by Lady Mae rather than Acidman?

Or was it just the phrasiology of Lady Mae's comments that you found to be particularly shameless?

(I'm just curious. Feel free to e-mail me if you don't want to answer here.)