Suffocated

I could feel the weight of  Scorpio’s body pressing against me; heavy and unapologetic. His large, chalk-like fingers gripped my shoulder, pulling me towards the beating of his chest. I could have resisted, remembering Aries, the more practical man in my life, but I didn’t care.

I wanted to be suffocated.

His hands traced the goosebumps on my skin, and I shivered, my breath catching in my throat. “Shhh,” he said and placed his mouth over mine. I was silenced. The fish inside me was swimming with delight.  My Pisces body rose with the tides, searching for the burning flesh of Scorpio. I could taste him in my mouth, bitter and sweet like dark chocolate. 

As his searing hands clutched the small of my back, I wrapped myself in ecstasy. Breaking away from his lips, I searched out the routes of pleasure that lay before me. I wanted my bed to become a cocoon, impassable to all intruders from the outside. A place where Scorpio and Pisces could lay entangled forever, sweaty with eyes rolled back.  Satisfied. Content. Happy.

I don’t know if I can quit this drug…

Rockies

I’ve missed the city. Many people move to Durango to spend their free time away from civilization. They kayak, hike, climb, 4-wheel in the backcountry, joyfully escaping sidewalks and stop lights. One indicator that I might be moving soon was the fact I spent all my free time doing exactly the opposite.  I went downtown on Friday nights, searched the coffee shops for local music, took LB to the biggest playground I could find, watched basketball & ate wings at the brewery.

As much as I love Durango and all its natural beauty, I’m still a 28 year-old single mom. I crave a nightlife. I want culture for my kid. I like exploring new places. I like sharing good feelings with a larger scope of people. I like having the freedom to laugh on a street corner and not have a big-haired tourist glare at me over their shoulder for my “crudeness.” Seriously, harassing Texans had become one of my favorite pastimes in Dtown, and it was only going to get me in trouble.

I needed to get out.

This weekend, my two best Leo buds came up from the 4 Corners, and we treated ourselves to a real! live! Rockies game! *Gasp*. Had a friggin’ amazing time, needless to say, and they even won in the 10th inning. Throughout the game we chatted with people our age on all sides, laughing, joking, cheering, dancing, screaming…etc. Total strangers, not somebody who knows exactly who, when and where you slept with their sister’s brother’s cousin last weekend.

Our conversation around the 8th Inning:

Leo #1 : Dammit, the people sitting on the right are getting all the foul ball love tonight!

Leo#2: That’s cuz we have a ridiculous amount of left-handed players on our team.

Me: You’re totally right! We’ve been staring at asses all night long.

Leo#2: Maybe we should get tickets for Right field next time? You might catch CarGo’s foul ball.

Me: Neahh, I’d rather stare at his ass than catch his balls.

At this point, the girl sitting in front of us turns around and says, “Thank you for that!”

Yes, I’ve missed the city

Cupcakes

You asked for sexcapades…. Here’s part 1. I may have to password protect  part. 2. if people want me to finish it.

I dug my feet into the gravel, shifting my bare thighs off the plastic bench that was sucking at my skin. A rock successfully lodged itself under the arch of my foot, predictably, since I was wearing open-toed wedge heels. As I reached down to remove the offending stone, a pair of sneakers entered into my eyeline.

I looked up, the evening sun momentarily blinding me as it beat down on the silhouetted figure standing there. I shielded my eyes, blinking.

“Why hello there darling,” A deep southern accent drawled.

I sat up, forgetting about the protruding rock that was piercing the soft spot of my foot. I was greeted by a man with chocolate brown hair falling in tight ringlets over a tanned forehead. His lips parted and revealed a side-long grin practically dripping with charisma. I was glad he wore sunglasses, because I didn’t think I was capable of absorbing anymore delectability.

Taurus Boy. Yum.

He slid down the bench across from me, resting his elbows on the dirty picnic table. My beer glass shook on the unsteady table top. Taurus boy winced as the amber liquid threatened to spill.

“Oh excuse me. Wow, this place ain’t no joke, is it?” he said, looking around at the sunburnt, grizzled faces, hovering like flies over their drinks of choice.

Pisces Pictures

Hello everyone!

I assume most of you are former Cost of Living readers, or my friends and family who have pushed me to keep writing. My old blog was slowly dwindling in its popularity, and the regularity of posts was shoddy as best. I was not being consistant, and I figured now that I officially have permenant custody of my daughter, there would be no drama to lure readers. 

My life was getting busier as well, and I was starting to go on real dates. Also, having moved to the “big city”, I spent more of my free time at concerts, shows, museums and other social get-togethers.  I was online only to check email and Facebook.  I was ignoring my blog and having a good time doing it.

But I started getting questions DURING those social get-togethers. About my blog! I wanted to chill and revel in my REAL LIFE, but instead my friends kept asking me “UM…. when are you going to post again?”

Recently, a fellow blogger/old high school friend who has been reading my blog for the last 3 years hosted a girl’s night at her house. I’ve reconnected with my friend; this move finally bringing us back together for the first time since her wedding in 2007.  As we chatted and drank wine, I sighed and told her my blog was dead.