Forces at work...

Out of Porter's five forces, the threat of substitute products is the one I can relate to. As a Southern lady, we are  expertly skilled in the art of feminine warfare from an early age. I know how to defend and keep what is MINE. The worst thing is someone who lies about a substitute product, trust me I know...and can tell when there is one. 

I do not enjoy asinine competitions and games. It all comes down to either you want me or you don't, very simple. Therefore, if you are not sure if you do or can not decide if you do, I would rather bow out gracefully like the lady I am, rather than continue with the nonsensical drama. No one wants to be "plan B" or stick around where they are unwanted.

Do your sexual fantasies ever scare you?

The fantasies themselves do not scare me, the desires, hungers, wants, and needs brought about by them for the person however do sometimes scare me. In the fact they become so strong.

My fantasies revolve around the person I am interested in or with at the time, yes there fantasies about things I have never done or always wanted to try; but all in they focus on being with a specifice someone. I have found sex is more about the connection & closeness with my partner rather than swinging from the ceiling or whatever the new thing is. Sex is an intimate act shared by lovers who respect & care for each other, it's not something I enter into lightly or offer just any man. Fantasizing about the person I'm actually with makes each time together that more exciting & powerful.

Darling, anything you want to know?

Describe your oral technique:

My technique is amazing. Trust me, I have moves you've never seen. Moves that would involve all of you and my hands, too. Moves you would be shocked that a proper Southern Belle would know these moves and be so proficient at them. A mouth that would take you deep and to the point of know return; leaving you spent and fully satisfied, wondering if that really just happened. You or any man would be lucky to experience it and to be able move my long blonde hair back to watch as my body knelt naked before you.

By the way, have you seen my red lips? Just imagine...


I would definitely move to the HEAD of your class, Professor!

"Going Up"

Her body quaked with nervous excitement as she entered the room, almost a month had passed since she had been at this same place and now had to make it through this reception with all the composure she could muster.

As she made the rounds, all the necessary mingling and small talk with clients; she felt as though she was being watched...her body grew warmer as she felt eyes pour over her as if on display in middle of room. She turned to find the source of the heat; and there he was cool & collected as always. His calmness only made her desire stronger...how could he stand there politely drinking his gin and tonic, discussing the client's new business plan when all she wanted was to tear every piece of clothing from that tan, strong body she so loved; right here in front of everyone in room claiming it as her own.

Her body was on fire as she tried to calmly sip her dirty martini and contribute to the conversation, nodding & smiling along (the smile  bc of all the lovely, wicked ideas she had for later). She looked up to find those sexy, smiling eyes boring into her, she nodded appearing as normal as 2 colleagues acknowledging each other; but she knew that look. Her lover's look that said YOU are leaving with me & YOU are mine. I own you.

The warmer her body grew the more she sipped; she would have to excuse herself soon for tonight was not the time for her senses to be dulled by drink. She politely excused herself when the discussion turned to whether the CEO was getting the new E series in red. As the group dwindled, she decided to make her escape. Quickly scanning the room for the cause of aching need; not seeing him she begin to make her way to elevator and room. The faster her tan, lean legs walked, the stronger the ache grew. She thought this was just like him...deny her & make her wait for the thing she wanted, she needed, HIM. Her quick, determined steps drowning sounds of anyone else in hallway and her hunger blinding her to sight of anyone passing. 

Her body was alive! Every nerve ending on edge; nerve endings she didn't knew existed unless touch She became more & more undone by thoughts of his kiss, hands, skin, body, eyes, voice and that mind(that totally got her).

Heady from her thoughts & vodka, her surroundings faded away as she waited for the elevator. Impatiently reached for the button again, her hand was covered by another and she felt warm breath on her neck as she heard "going up?".  She jerked back to reality, knowing that voice and hand anywhere, causing her to lose balance and back into her lover's body. An arm moved quickly around to steady her, but not fast enough for her not to notice his evident state of excitement. 

His hand pulled her into the elevator quickly shutting the doors before they could be joined. Her mind raced, her body began to react in this close proximity to the object of her desire and affection; he grabbed her by waist, pulling her tightly to him, his hands moved to sides of her face as he began to devour her perfect pouty mouth. She locked her arms around him to steady herself. As he smiled wickedly and reached out to press the stop button her body melted into his...

Soundtrack for Our Road Trip

"You and I are forced to drive across country together. You only have time to hastily grab one CD to listen to. Which one is it?"


Forced? Are we at gunpoint? If you want to go across country with me darling, just ask...

I would grab Van Morrison "Still on Top" his Greatest Hits...mix of fun sexy songs. Perfect for a road trip, some examples include:

"Brown-Eyed Girl", "Bright Side of the Road" and "Domino"-perfect for singing along when on the open road

"Have I told you, Lately", "Moondance", and "Crazy Love"-for lovers who want to dance outside by the car

"Into the Mystic" and "Tupelo Honey"-when the time comes that we can not wait any longer to be together and must make passionate love.


Thanks for question, I am now in the mood...



the mood to "rock your gypsy soul" while listening to Van that is.

Happy Birthday, Darling.

A long weekend for your birthday...past few weeks have been hectic, barely time to really talk much less just have time for us. That ends now.

I softly knock on the door of your office around 5 on Friday (our bags packed and in the car). Hear that familiar voice say "come in", smiling as I see you still working & on the phone, not realizing it's me. I love watching you work...so serious, a glimpse of this other side of you. I quietly close your office door, you look up from your phone conversation, that sexy smile motioning me over, and raising a curious eyebrow at my attire. I sit on the edge of your desk in my short black trench and heels as you finish up your conversation. You wrap up the conversation quickly, smiling mischievously as your eyes give me the once over, and you pull me into your lap for a long kiss. A breathy whispery kiss on your ear, tells you "it's your birthday weekend & I'm part of your present." We hurry arm in arm to the car, laughing & kissing the whole way, you still have no idea where we are going...I drive, your hand on my leg the whole time. We are going to hole up at the new boutique hotel in the next town for the weekend. The heat from your hand on my skin driving me crazy...we barely get out of the car & headed up to the room(not to mention the steamy elevator ride). Finally alone in the room, I turn around and remove my coat...it falls to the floor, revealing only a bow in your favorite color...showing off more than it covers. You can't have me in your arms fast enough and your birthday celebration begins right there...

Dinner in the room: your favorite birthday meal,a nice bottle of wine, me for dessert, & the other part of your gift...tickets to a game at one of the sporting venues on your list...Enjoy! Happy Birthday, my love.

We spend the next days blissfully alone, in bed laughing, talking, kissing, touching, & everything lovers do when they have 2 days alone...oblivious to the rest of world.

Knock at the Door

"You are alone, feeling incredibly vulnerable, lonely and aroused. It's 2:00 a.m. and there is a violent knock on your door. You are scared, but intrigued. What happens next?"


I get out of bed, throw on my black silk robe over my unclothed body and answer door. I open it to find my lover there...his sexy eyes wild & crazy with desire. I try to speak, but he silences me with a passionate, searching kiss. I meet his mouth with the same urgent need. The door is barely closed before I am backed against it and my robe has fallen to the floor. Hands & mouths roaming & kissing hungrily; bodies needing to be released by the only one who can. He looks into my eyes(that he reads so well), I smile and say "you know the only thing I want is you, lover".

The next thing I know, I am in his arms being carried back to bed...

Good Morning, my darling.

Good morning, my darling...to awaken curled up with you, seeing your handsome face with the kind,deep,seductive eyes...smiling at you...I get to be the one waking up with you. Mmmm. What a nice morning.

The long weekend...Part 1

I slide back into my seat just as the fasten seat belt light comes on. The pilot announces our descent…my body fills with nervousness and finally those nerves fade to pure excitement as the first wheel hits the ground. This is our second meeting and first long weekend together. There is no doubt the attraction & chemistry are there, have been from moment we met & began this, but will they last…

This weekend is a very defining moment, we finally found time in our hectic lives to be together, just us…the rest of the world fallen away…our weekend to

Seduction Part One

It is finally here, the weekend I have been planning for weeks, have gone over every last detail so many times; thinking it would never arrive. The weekend I meet the wonderful, sexy man who has engulfed my thoughts, dreams, & world the past few weeks...truly we both thought this would never happen this fast. Luckily an unexpected business trip brought us closer and we have decided to meet in a nearby small resort town where my family has a place.

Standing outside the security gates, I excitedly await the arrival of your flight; dressed in a perfect fitting red & black silk wrap dress. This dress is the stuff men dream of...hugs just the right curves, low enough for you to beg to see more, & the right length to show-off my sleek, still tan legs. Not to mention the perfect "CFM" black heels that add about 4 inches to my 5'5" frame.

Any nervousness escapes as I see you round the corner; I would recognize the strong curve of your face & those eyes anywhere; not too mention the body that has filled my recent dreams. A slow wide smile spreads across my perfectly red lips & eyes light up, recognition is instant when you catch my eye in the crowd and we quickly move towards each other. Barely inches apart all sound has escaped me; as you wrap your arms around my waist and hold my body to yours, I look into your eyes and manage a whispery "hello, lover". My hands snake up around your neck as you pull me tighter to you and we start to kiss. We stay this way as long as decency allows in an airport terminal. We walk to the car wrapped together, ignorant of the rest of world.

Tonight are heading to a quaint, cozy local restaurant. You patiently sip your gin & tonic as you wait for me to finish dressing. When I enter the room, you realize it was all worth the wait...This red dress with black seamed stockings is the kind of dress that inspires men to do great things, write romantic movies, songs, & words. It conceals enough to be tasteful but reveals enough to be able to say "look guys, I go home with her".

We walk arm in arm to our destination talking & touching on the way.  We are seated together on the banquette side of room, all the better for those light touches, glances, seductive whispers, & stolen kisses. We enjoy a wonderful meal(sharing bites of each other's), nice bottle of wine, & each other. I love being this close to you, see your eyes as you talk or laugh, see you smile, hear your voice grow deeper as you relax, watch your face change as you talk ab things you love...just to be this close finally sharing the same air, tucked into your arm by the end, and feel the warmth of you close to me. Time comes to go, heady from the wine & close company we are very playful and forward on our walk back.  Touching, kissing, & laughing the whole way. Our desires take over as we fumble for the keys. Before I open the door, I kiss you slowly & deeply to slow things down. I open door and lead you to the bedroom...you would follow my fabulous legs in those black seamed stockings anywhere...stand before you and slowly remove my dress. Letting it fall to the floor...revealing the most exquisite set of black garters, stockings, and top trimmed in red...you gaze longingly at my body; eyes learning every inch, before pulling me to you kissing me hard & inhaling my perfume. We settle in for a night of exploring bodies, passion,  & total satisfaction...

A KISS is never just a Kiss

Do you know what it is like to have the perfect day & perfect kiss, the come to find out that was the last time you will really kiss that person for life??


I began to stir from, eyes fluttering open to find the deep blue eyes of the one I love watching me. We exchanged pet names as we moved closer, he was a good bit taller & my head fit perfectly under his chin. With a kiss on the forehead at my hair, came the words I think it's going to rain today. Lately, we had been praying for rain because it meant we could be together (it was my slow time of year, but he had won a good many new contracts & too many new crews to supervise) so rainy days were our time. I snuggled in and mumbled let me check my desk & see when I can get away, love. We avoided getting out of bed until the latest we could.

By the 10 am the bottom had dropped out & the phone rang, just by the first sound of the voice, I was smiling, "meet me in Canton" he said. Canton was his house in the country, mine was the city-so we lived between them. By the time, I arrived there was just a light rain on the tin roof, the sound heavenly.

Unfortunately today would not be one filled private time for lovers, we had things to do, but now could take our time and steal glances, kisses, touches, and snuggles while doing so. We were packing our stuff & his girls for an important event.

I had planned to be gone by 5 and back at my house, but the day lazed on and grew harder to part (he & the girls were staying at his mother's that night). The lights across the front of the house, meant the inevitable as we were being playful in the kitchen.  His ex-wife was bringing the girls back...the exchange was brief, the girls thrilled to be home with us. We spent a bit playing & lazing with the girls avoiding...the inevitable

It was a sweet slow kiss at first, growing deeper, hungrier, & more urgent-we had never kissed like this in front of the girls before with this aching desire & passion, the spell began to weaken as I felt those chubby 2 year old arms wrap around my leg, we pulled our lips apart breathless eyes locked for a moment; not taking his touch from me as I scooped to pick up sweet baby girl. She & I snuggled into those arms as he kissed my forehead and hair; then we were joined by big sister, and the four of us stood snuggled tight forgetting the outside world, under that tin roof in the rain; the family we hoped we were soon to become...

A ridiculous accident has transformed you into a 3-dimensional cartoon figure which you will remain for life. Who are you?

After great consideration, I have narrowed it down to two...flip a coin & you decide

1. Cinderella-After the slipper fits of course! She's has Prince Charming, a fairy Godmother, those mice that sing & clean, the birds that sew, carriages, castles, & those fabulous Glass Slippers!

Or

2. Jessica Rabbit-That hair, that dress, those curves-Those Curves in that Dress & she can sing!!! Wowzers. I could probably lay on a piano and be adored by men the rest of my days...but the rabbit husband is gone!

So am I blonde princess or a seductive, curvy redhead? You decide...

Darling, anything you want to know?