Wild Child

Wild Child

Monday, May 28, 2012

Hot Rod P. 4



He already had me all excited! ...
The power of the bike beneath me got me going…
He revved the engine…
Lifted his feet off the ground as the bike sped forward…
I gripped his body tighter…
I moved forward, rubbing against his body snugger…
I could feel his reaction…
He was enjoying the sensation of my breasts rubbing his back…
Caramel felt the vibration even more intensely…
This was almost as good as a vibrator…
The wind started to whip across my face…
I actually began to feel a little chilly even though it was a warm day…
He started weaving in and out of traffic…
Didn’t know where he was taking me and I didn’t care…
If this is what freedom feels like, tastes like…
I was all for it! …
He started to pick up even more speed…
I got even more excited and, even a little scared…
I don’t even remember the last time I was on a bike…
I squeezed him even tighter…
I saw him tilt his head sideways…
Almost like he was trying to check on me…
I scooted closer…

Friday, May 25, 2012

Hot Rod P.3


I obliged …
Almost obeyed him…
I came closer and nodded my head up and down…
“I think you’re hot”…
“What’s your name?” he asked…
“They call me ‘Caramel’”…
“That’s cool. I’m digging it”…
I tilted my head down...
My eyes are searing over the rim of the shades…
Raised my right brow up…
A sign I was interested…
“I’m digging you” I said…
I then asked, “Where you headed and can I tag along?”…
“Sure can, Babe. Down for whatever?” he asked almost pleadingly…
“Hell yeah! Where to?” I replied…
I hopped on the back of his back…
He gave me his helmet…
I grabbed around his waist…
He felt strong…
He turned on the bike…
The engine rumbled loudly…
It vibrated strongly…
I was excited...

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Hot Rod P.2


As I opened the door, I noticed he was standing outside waiting…
He had a motorcycle parked at the curb …
He also had a leather jacket and some jeans …
He smiled at me and was still laughing about what happened…
I looked toward him and thought…
I like him…
He gave off a nice vibe…
Definitely something sexual going on there…
I slowly kept walking toward the parking lot…
He really didn’t say much…
Except his t-shirt…
Which said, “Normal people scare me”…
We both laughed hard…
I turned around and gave him a thumbs-up…
He sat on his bike and got comfortable…
I got excited…
Motorcycles always excited me…
Always wanted to learn to ride one, and maybe even buy one…
I think I will…
Nothing holding me back anymore…
He went to put his helmet on…
I turned toward him and looked at him intensely…
He saw I meant business…
He lifted his hands and flicked his finger, gesturing to come toward him...

Monday, May 21, 2012

Hot Rod P1


It was a beautiful sunny day…
I was running errands, just minding my business…
Lately, I seemed happier than usual…
I was in a good place…
Finding my own… Being myself…
Content in the concept of me, myself, and I …
Long overdue, this feeling…
Carelessness…
Freedom…
I sort of daydreamed as I continued my flow…
I had to make a pit stop at a shoe repair place a few towns away…
They do an amazing job…
I’m hard on my shoes since I work on my feet…
My head was down because I was lost in my thoughts…
I pulled the door open…
As I yanked it…
A big, tall guy came swinging through the door…
Almost collapsing on me…
He gasped because he was caught off guard…
Put his hand to his chest and screamed aloud…
But not like a bitch…
I started laughing so hard. It was so funny…
I guess I scared the shit out of this guy…
He kept the door open…
I said, “Are you okay? Did I scare you?”…
He just kept laughing…
In the short span of time I noticed…
He was really tall, about six feet, three inches…
Large build, like a brick house…
He was fair-skinned…
Salt-and-peppery hair, but more on the salt side…
Maybe there was some blonde in there, too…
I immediately thought…
He’s really attractive and for his age he looks damn good!!!...
I just shook my head and giggled as I walked in…
Looked back and noticed he was really examining me…
I went about my business…
Maybe 10 minutes later, I went to leave…

Saturday, May 19, 2012

Trivial Pursuits...


    Trivial- the opposite of serious. Most of us take our feelings very serious, very personally no doubt. Most of those in our lives that give a damn about us do as well, even if they seem oblivious. Well oblivious is a strong word, let's say aloof. Emotional seriousness is our way to protect the livelihood of our hearts. I've never been called aloof. I realize that it is very probable I am or have been towards others if I'm not in tune to their feelings. My forte has always been the ability to be open and honest in sharing feelings, concerns and interests. I'm pretty intuitive and at times don't address topics because I choose not to, because I have the answers to the questions I already seek even if I don't let them know I understand these things. I've learned through lessons that we must allow individuals to move at their own pace. Their pace may not be in line with ours, but the repercussions of that they'll have to live with- no? Quite honestly, I don't know how much more honest I can be. I don't know how much more direct I can be. I am an open book, I wear my heart on my sleeve to those I let in to my private world.
     I'm having another epiphany. I've been afforded a second lease on life. While some of you view me and think- she's taking advantage of her new found freedom, her new found passion, and her newly found world I can tell you that I still have opportunity to spread my wings.  A woman's pursuits are the same as any man's. We want independence, financial stability, follow our passions, find love and for some of us raise families. I wanted it all! Why not? I am not defined by just being a mother and a wife. Are you as a man?  I had all of those things except the one passion I never followed, which was my creativity. The most critical component of my soul and being. In retrospect, probably the main reason why my life eventually fell apart.
    Pursuits- what I see is, that what drives others does not drive me. I had what I call the "piece of the pie"- the husband, the smart children, the beautiful home, family, a solid career, and my health. I had what most seek. All of those things are gone- except my health, my talents and my children. What I do have, what I have gained- is me. The amazing terrific me that continues to evolve. Bittersweet no doubt! I still have the rest of my life ahead of me. Like a baby I'm crawling. Soon I'll walk confidently and securely. As the fast learner that I am, I'll be sprinting! Yet, it is not going to be what I imagined it to be. Maybe what I imagined, was possibly not even close to what it was meant to be- what my path shall be.
    What I'm trying to get at is that we need to live in the moment, make the best of each day. I am driven to find happiness, whatever that means to me. This "new concept" which I still have to define. I do know it doesn't look like me waiting- on anything. I no longer can live each day hoping to fill the void. Waiting for someone to fill that love. Waiting to express my passions. To taste, smell and touch life! When you reach your goals, you will find she had to move on to fill the yin to someone else's yang. Regardless of what our hearts desires are... What longings will fill us to the brim of contentment... We must realize that nothing is more important than living in the now. Appreciating what you have in your life, your loved ones- the real purpose of any fulfillment. Let there be no doubt of this!

For everything else...
That you tangibly pursue...
It truly a trivial pursuit...

-Liz

Friday, May 11, 2012

From the Deep Black...







Enshrouded in a deep obscure sleep
enveloped in chronic blackness
as if called by a voice in the shadows,
I awaken to my own deep crying.
Drenched in the tears running down my face
sweat seeping from pores,
body is cold
as a block of frozen ice,
heaving chest gasping for air
densely weighted by emotions .
I am unable to shake this hold over me,
fear grips me tight strangling me,
feeling like near death.
Somehow shallow breaths guide me in complete utter darkness.
I suddenly see clearly;
heavy heart dragging crutches,
weakened by a long emotional journey;
indeed, a masking of the truth.
My gutsy galleon this night
harbors at the portal of my soul,
setting me free on a voyage
as the coarse grind of briny deep awaits me.
Forced to walk the plank
to dive into the depths of love’s chaos,
I peer below my shaking bare feet
past the gentle flowing of my nightgown,
softening glow of circling fins,
mesmerized by the monstrous beauty
of this freshly painted image,
wetting my thirsty desire.
I refuse to grab the crutches
for fear of sharks fending their next meal.
Baring more pain than I can handle,
releasing the shackles
I take that much needed step,
plunging into electrifying currents
toward the longing warm embrace
and desirous tender kiss.
Gouging deep into my gut
I gasp for breath again,
risking sanctuary,
trusting loyalty.
My spirit expands, lively clarity
calming my agony,
alleviating the pain.
Pain, so fresh and profound
resurfaced by a new angel,
I envision from the deep black
bringing what I see as the apocalypse.
My nemesis with the heart of blackness
forced to reckon with my demons
kept alive and fed by angst,
two forces tear me.
My faith is the test,
allowing my intuition
to reaffirm a trusted soul
already in place,
bringing to fruition
love again returned,
soul again nurtured,
life again to live.
Halcyon quickly revisits me;
warmth engulfs my body
lifting tension, dissipating into the night
I lean back,
rest my head against the pillow
closing my eyes.
Sensing graceful levitation,
serenity filling me once again,
knowing all will fall into place;
I quickly return to a tranquil sleep
fiercely gripping the noose
which tightly reigns around the shoulders of my courage.

Thursday, May 10, 2012

The Touch of My Hands...







For you naughty folks...
I owe you a better entry than this for the title!!! ; )
 
My art is my life. I'm just getting started. I hope to arouse and titillate your senses.
The stories, the poetry, the sculpting and anything else that may yet come to fruition.
Nothing fulfills me more than bringing to life an image that stirs in my mind as an idea.
If you enjoy my work, I would so love, be humbled, and appreciate a vote for my contest entry.
Recognition and support are tremendous motivators for me. 

Here's the link:   http://t.co/DITYv1fq

One Love...
-Liz

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

A Love Jones

Toxic Psychic Aphrodisiac
     What is love? Deep question...really deep question. I imagine there is a trillion answers out there too. Do I attempt to give you a clinical answer or speak from heart? Heart it is...because I am the expert of my heart and that's what I can speak to. I fell in love with my friend. Someone who I knew well, his personality, his quirks, what made him tick, his likes and dislikes, his mind, his humor and his talents. Friends turn into the best lovers and spouses. You've had the opportunity to get to know each other casually, naturally and openly because it didn't start out as a love  interest. You are completely yourself from day one. Time passes and then one day you feel something deeper, it's triggered by an event, like him moving out of town or he met someone. Then suddenly you realize you're in love and you can't imagine life without him. When you fall in love it's envisioning them as the dream of the person you wished for, past their imperfections because you are consumed by your feelings. As more time passes you grow deeper into the relationship, intimacy and friendship. Your dreamy notions somewhat dissipated, you now see them for who they really are. What's wonderful at this point is you still care for them, that IS love. How can you be certain it is love? I think, believe, know it's when you both realize you could never live without each other.  Love is completely unconditional, regardless of their flaws. Accepting their flaws and even adoring those flaws. Love is embracing your differences. It's compromising not because you have to but you choose to. Nothing would make you happier except to be with them, through thick and thin. Love is completely trusting them even if your life depended on it, or giving your life for them without a second thought to protect each other because you would die without them anyway.  Love is going beyond yourself. Not changing who you are for them but growing in the sense that you become more intertwined, more cohesive, your yin to his yang. I can continue, but I think you get the jest of it. Sigh....love is the air. Breathe! Yeahhhh, good stuff!

     As to, A Love Jones: Toxic  Psychic Aphrodisiac...Lookie! Lookie! What a luscious concept! It's right there, with being in love and loving. It elevates even further in my mind. Our minds are the most erogenous zones in our body. How so, you ask?  Everyone has sexual fantasies and dreams which usually involve naughty secretive things, but it's natural. It's a positive form of erotic expression that heightens sexual arousal. Without them life can seem sterile, boring, and monotonous. Jonesing is extremely dangerous. A strong physical craving. Intensely preoccupying your entire being from your head to your toes, dominating, bewitching, plaguing. My angel dust, my quaalude... you amplify my feelings!  I can't get enough of you,  I want to see you again, I need to be with you, feel you, touch you, I gotta have your lovin', I got the itch,  you're all I think about, you distract me, I can't think straight,  can't focus, Dammmn! (TO HER)You are beautiful, sexy, intoxicating, addictive, mesmerizing, soft to the touch, my pop tart... Mannnn! (TO HIM) you are all man, rock hard, strong like bull, all beast, make me weak in the knees, yummy lollipop candy...Phewwww! Deep breath Liz, LOL!!!

This will be one of the fun topics to explore. Anything coming through here hopefully will be intense, thought provoking, emotionally inspiring and who knows what else. I am enthralled with the idea of jonesing...appetizer, entree and dessert! Yummy!

Longingly...
-Liz ; )

Monday, May 7, 2012

Risque Aficionado







Obscene Obsession 

     This is a fully loaded title, indeed. Very intense set of words. Conveniently, all revolving well around sexuality.

     Risque is suggestive of sexual impropriety, a blue movie,  blue jokes, a juicy scandal, a naughty wink, naughty words, racy anecdotes, gamy details, spicy gossip and even a risque story intended to arouse sexual desire or interest. (You mean like an erotica story? ; ) Yep,  just like that! )
Aficionado is an enthusiastic admirer/follower, an ardent supporter, to induce a liking for, fervently pursues an interest/activity, addict, fan, buff, fanatic, fancier, fiend, fool, freak, sucker, habitue, hound, head, junkie, lover, maniac, maven, and nut. (You mean like the guy checking out the boobs in the picture? ; ) Yep, just like that! )

     Obscene is to have a tendency towards moral looseness, indecent gestures, salacious remarks, abhorrent deeds, behaviors/expressions/appearances that are impure, lewd, repulsive, morally repugnant and offensive to chastity, modesty, delicacy and imply sexual connotations. Sometimes so much so that it's viewed as objectionable or outrageous.  Although it's not always easily defined because you can also know it once you see it. (Hmm, you mean like...never mind, not touching this one! ; ) Yep, that's smart! )

     Obsession is an addiction to something with the inability to get over it,  accompanied by symptoms of anxiety.  A compulsive preoccupation with a fixed unreasonable idea, unwanted feeling or emotion. You cannot help thinking of it, even though it creates significant distress. Impulse continually presses it's way into consciousness. Will seem unnatural or alien to those who have them and are not seen as delusions. (You mean like how my boyfriend wants sex all day long  and every day? ; ) What is he, a machine? Yep, could be ! LOL)

     So who decides this offensiveness? The mass majority? Who is the mass majority? With our world being so diverse what's offensive to one is not offensive to another. So many factors contribute to this: sex, sexual orientation, culture, religion, beliefs, non-beliefs, environment, experiences, jobs, age, upbringing, etc. I think the real issue is ignorance. Can we really say about ourselves, that we are flexible and open-minded to those things we really don't understand? Automatically most of us would say yes, I would. In retrospect there were things in my life, people in my life, situations in my life that I could have tried to understand better. Maybe asked more questions. Really listened to gain insight. So my real answer is no, probably not. I have opportunity. We all have opportunity. Ask yourself, why are you so offended exactly? Why are you scared? Why don't you understand? What are you confused about? Let's educate ourselves first and foremost, then honestly form an opinion based on knowledge. By all means share that opinion; stand by your beliefs. Life is full of surprises. Life is full of shock. Just when I think nothing else will surprise or shock me, I prove myself wrong. 

    I've mentioned this before, that I never thought I'd be writing about sex, or stories around sex. I must acknowledge I am a sexual person. Alright, that's obvious no?  Any creative person that works around sexuality must be; whether it's a photographer, film maker, artist or writer.  But am I really more sexual than the next person? We all are sensual beings. Naturally. Undeniably. Or is the only difference the ability to express, expose and exchange those thoughts? Feelings? Dreams? Fantasies? As I dive deeper into the world of erotica, I open my eyes more to the nature of human sexuality, and its  impact on us. Whether you're conscious of its impact or not, is a different topic. The point of this topic is just food for thought, okay, sex for thought. We're all obscenely obsessed about something. Yes we are!

The question is...
Who's driving? What are you driving? When are you arriving? Where are you going? and Why are you on this trip?
The real adventure...
Quite possibly the simple dirt road, you just bypassed.

-Liz

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Mars vs. Venus


                                         Battle of the Sexes                                               
      Since the beginning of time men and women have been trying to understand each other. In the past, life was more simple and roles were more defined. I would imagine that would have made things easier; only those who lived then could really feed us any pertinent information. In the now, life can be so complex, challenging, roles are reversed, intertwined, evolved, grey if you will. Certainly, I am no expert. Just a woman who lives and gains many experiences along the way. I come from as 25 year relationship. Thinking, I can speak somewhat to the success of a relationship, or maybe not since it's ending in divorce. What I can't do well is explain how a marriage full of love, friendship and respect failed. How an intense love can dissipate and two individuals grow apart as a result of neglect. I'm struggling to understand the dynamics between men and women. The irony is that we, men and women both want the same things really... for the most part. Yet we consistently struggle in our communication with each other every day. So, how do we get through this battle of the sexes so both sides can win the war in love? Why can't it be win win?
     So Mars vs Venus for obvious reasons, debating whether I should read any of those books. Never bothered because I was in a solid relationship for so long. Now, I'm on the other side of the fence and I think I may need to gain some insight, guessing I don't know it all. Life... with its interesting turns, twisting diversity and differences upon us and between us. I've always been that woman who had many male friends. Women are so complex, I get them because I am one. Each of us with a unique DNA. You cannot be the same with every woman, nor every woman the same with every man. Yet, I'm compelled by men because they are far more simple. Simple is not always good, because like life everything is not black and white....there are many shades of grey. I am intricate enough for the making of three women. So, I tend to migrate to men more and have a small circle of female friends, like minded no doubt.
      A second lease on life, huge opportunity for me to do so much. I should be sprinting forward, yet I'm moving like the tortoise. Slow and steady wins the race, talk about irony! I'm in a challenging position to accomplish so much. My drive and passion go deep. My failures only driving them deeper, so deep the darkness may be clouding my view. The bottom line is simple; it's to live more, love more,  laugh more and fight less! The means to get this, not so simple. It's called the game of life; the rules governed by the game of love. Like chess, many complex maneuvers can determine the outcome you desire, but it requires knowledge of your opponent and clever wit!

Let the games begin!
Hugs & Kisses...
No fists, unless you force me to ; ) ...

-Liz
(Queen Elizabeth, if you reside in my kingdom! Lol, couldn't resist!)