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…

A very Scorpio music video

 I’ve mentioned my thing for Scorpios.  Ok, who doesn’t have a thing for Scorpios? People want them, and they know it.  I’ve had 2 Scorpio FWBs simultaneously and it proved to be a little more physical than this fish could handle. That doesn’t mean I don’t think about how awesome they were and what good friends they still are to me.

I linked this video to Chivman when I found it on Youtube. It seemed like a perfect representation of what a Scorpio is: Sex. His response?

“I like it. It’s actually kind of turning me on.”

Ding! Ding!

Well first of all there’s an actual scorpion in the first 3 seconds of the video, so that was an obvious link to the sign. Also the predominant use of signature Scorpio colors: blood-red and black. The Scorpio man in the video is colorless, dressed in a suit, walking by his sexy, powerful ride.

My astrology bibles Sextrology and Cosmic Coupling written by the wickedly funny and amazingly accurate Starsky & Cox, describe straight Scorpio men as being eternally fixated on the female ass. You really can’t much more T&A than this video, well.. other than the TipDrill video (and I am NOT linking to THAT).

I know Scorpios are also about mystery and intrigue, and deep, dark storylines, which this video has none of, but it does pretty much sum up the notion that all Scorpio boys are mentally undressing every girl they see. The Scorpio man walks through his world, womanizing (but only in his head) the girl at the bus stop, the car wash, the tennis court. In his eyes, they are seducing him, which lets him off the hook from being the seducer for once.

 So color, asses, seduction and lots of greased up, lathered up hotties makes this a straight Scorpio boy’s fantasy video. Plus the song makes you wanna dance, which is always a good thing when it comes to Scorpio boys  ;)

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.

Bated Breath

Wow and the votes are coming in!

 Some of my online married mom friends told me flat-out they voted for “Sexcapades” so they could live vicariously through me. Hey, fine with with me, just don’t judge me later for being a slutty single mom, ok?

But for reals, I’ve seen the backlash single moms have gotten from talking about adult activities,  Fortunately for all you nitty-gritty seekers, I don’t really give a shit about that anymore. For the past 3 years I blogged with bated breath, constantly worrying that some lurid detail I posted would end up in front of a judge. For those of you who are in a committed, stable, happy, trusting marriage, you will never understand the freedom, joy and release I am currently experiencing.  I’m not bragging, really. Your situation is highly preferable to what I’ve gone through.

But for the last 3 years, I would witness my coupled friends’ daily interactions in the privacy of their homes, or even in public and feel a twinge of bitterness. Those husbands never had to worry about their wives calling 911 on them because they had 3 or more microbrews with dinner. Those wives never had to constantly wonder if their babies’ diaper rash was getting bad enough for their husbands to take pictures and open a CPS case.

Maybe I was just paranoid, but I lived my life in constant fear every time I sent my child over to her dad’s house. I made sure her fingernails were clean and clipped, her hair was brushed, her skin lotioned. Coming from my own childhood, where we were allowed to run barefoot, sunburned and tangled all summer, I know what its like to be called a “dirty hippie” or ”white trash.”  I was afraid those names alone could take my daughter away from me.

Now that I don’t live in that cloud of fear, I fully intend on re-hippifying my kiddo, because DAMN it was a good life (thanks mom).  I could care less if LB’s feet are dirty or her hair is tangled, but through my own experience (and these last fearful years) I know better than to keep her in the dark. The rules are different outside of hippieland, and its my responsiblity to teach her.

So, the internet can call me anything it wants.  I’m too happy to care. It’s my time to relax finally. I deserve it .  The object(s) of my desire are always anonymous on my blog, so they have nothing to complain about. My stories are what they are. My past is what it is.

I’m done with guilt.

P.S. I’m glad I’m writing again because my grammar/spelling has definitely gone downhill since I’ve stopped. Bad.

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.