Watch Your Fucking Language and 5 Minutes to Change the Next 50 Years of Your Life

When we were little girls we were told to be ladylike. Don’t talk too loud. Don’t draw attention to yourself. Let the boy come to you. When we were grown, we were told to find a man to take care of you. Be a delicate flower. Be thin. Be anything but yourself. Don’t eat on a date. Don’t drink too much. Blend in. Be the wallflower. Be demure. Be, be, be, but don’t be you.

I was never the quiet girl. I was never the one to follow the crowd. I was the unicorn. The girl with the big boobs that weighed 150 lbs. and was thought of as fat. The one that decided rebellion was a good thing. I laughed too loud. I swore a lot. I drank, smoked cigarettes and weed, but I was the good girl too. And did I LOVE boys! I wore clothes to reflect my mood for the day. I didn’t belong to any group or clique. Just flitted from clique to clique like a butterfly lighting on the blooms in a garden. I belonged everywhere and nowhere, and that was okay.

As I get older, the butterfly that flitted from group to group is tired and looking for a home. I still belong everywhere and nowhere. I think part of it is because I was adopted and might still be feeling lost from that. It’s not healthy to be feeling abandoned at this age. I know that this thought is of my own making, and I have to be the one that steps away from that sorry and into the light.

So today I say fuck the fuckers, and use my loud voice. I’m the girl with the big boobs. I’m the girl that is not the typical beauty. I’m not a delicate flower, nor do I want to be. I want to be the girl that rages against the dying of the light. It’s time for me to be, be, be and to the real me. I am a goddess rising, a butterfly and a unicorn. I’m not just a manic pixie dream girl, hell bent on being the sidekick.

I’m the dreamer and the dream, in charge of my own destiny. So what if I say fuck, a lot!?

Picture It and Write It-Nectar

I’ve decided to participate in another weekly writing project titled, picture it & write it. It  is sponsored by authors Ermilia and Ermisenda. There aren’t a lot of restrictions, but it’s important for me to keep the story short and descriptive. Romantic, sexy and yes, a little dirty. Let’s give it a go.

He kisses the valley of her sex. She opens for him. Warm breath entices her to touch herself. He playfully bites the orifice of her utmost pleasure. With the middle finger of her left hand she teases the cleft of pink flesh as he engulfs her pussy with his mouth. She mashes his face into her body. She writhes. He wraps his arms around her legs and holds on tight. His warm tongue darts in and out of her. He lays it flat and laps at her. He releases her left leg and places a finger inside of her. She thrusts her hips forward to feel him. For it to sink in further. His lips flutter around her and he kisses her petals. Their fingers keep a constant rhythm. It brings her closer to the edge of ecstasy. The impending orgasm erupts and brings forth the flood only his mouth and touch can bring. As the tremors subside, he looks up at her. His dark brown eyes search her vibrant blue ones. There is serenity; contentment. With her image imprinted on his brain, he dives in and drowns in her delicious nectar.

Angels Follow in Blind Obedience

I’d rather laugh with the sinners, and cry with the saints. The sinners are much more fun. Only the good die young.-Billy Joel

 

“I’ve always wanted the wings of angels tattooed down the length of my back,” she announced to him. “I’m thinking the bloody remains of them are more appropriate now.”

He told her, “You’re no angel. You’re much better than that. Angels follow in blind obedience, you get to choose.”

“We are all of us broken. And broken is not okay, but it must occur if we are to be reborn, yes?”

He continued, “Jesus was broken, but He rose above. Follow his lead, should you choose, and you’ll be alright, kid.”

She responded, “You have been sent to me by Him. You know that, don’t you?”

“I’ve tried to follow His lead everyday.”

She continued speaking her most private thoughts out loud, “I’ll keep mending-Darling, I hope you do the same.”