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Saturday, June 20, 2009
To love is divine, whom do you love, and what do you love? A common misused word, love. What does it mean? Lust is not love, but simply a selfish gratification of one’s needs and desires.
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Wednesday, June 17, 2009
From chapter 5
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Sexual
Infatuation
Oh, it was just the beginning. You can only go so far and do so much in a car. Don’t get me wrong. I enjoy manual transmissions over automatics. It just seems you have more control with a manual versus an automatic. Also, it's the fluid motion involved when in synchronization. First, then second with a swift shift to third. I took the long way home to enjoy the scenery, and it feels so good coasting in fourth gear. I wasn't ready to go home just yet. I had a couple of twist and curves before I took it to the spot where it’s hot. This is where you find out what your real skills are made of. You have to know when to down shift so you don’t lose it all and when to pour it on to increase the adrenalin and excitement keeping your cool. One false turn at one of those hairpin curves, and you could lose it all. I waited to hear my baby’s engine purring before I released into fifth gear and took her home. Come to think of it, it’s almost as good as having great sex. I’m always game for new scenes and different venues. Our relationship at this point progressed to the point that we were an item at work. Coworkers were aware that we were seeing each other. You could say we were stuck at the hip. The guys from the kitchen staff would ask me if Tonya and I were kicking it. I made no qualms about it and would announce, “yeah she’s my woman.” Then I would ask them what gave it away in a cynical manner. Tonya rolled with it as well because she continued to strut her stuff without skipping a beat. As I recall, we got a couple of head-turns but nothing that presented itself as an immediate threat. Furthermore, to be blunt, it just wasn’t an issue at all for us being a couple.
Our relationship progressed to the point where we began to hang out more at her place. That wouldn’t seem like a big deal except for the fact that she was not alone. Tonya neglected to tell me that she had a four year old son Todd. I am tempted to believe that she brought Todd up to her job at Stacks for shock effect to see how I would react early on in the game. Women are always testing you out. Go ahead do what you do was my attitude. Nevertheless, I passed with cool intact. At first, I was a little taken back, but I was really digging Tonya and made the necessary adjustments. Besides, Todd was a good kid, and we kicked it off pretty good. My first night at her house we had drinks and played cards or did we? I believe it went a little something like we met at a neutral location then proceeded to her house. I thought it would be gentlemanly of me to prepare her a meal so we proceeded to the kitchen. She had mentioned on the way over to her house that she was love starved and voraciously hungry. This was not a problem. I’m pretty handy in the kitchen so it would be no problem for me to prepare a fulfilling meal and boy do I mean filling. In no time ,and I mean in no time I was able to prepare a healthy Italian delicacy. I usually don’t give out my recipe, but I’ll make an exception.
First, you start with a pound and a half of sausage, and let it simmer in a large skillet for a few minutes so it reaches the right temperature for the next ingredient. Generally, you want to rub the sausage down just right until it begins to expand. At this point, marinade the sausage with about a cup of fruit of your choice. A fruit that produces an abundance of juice such as a mango, mandarin orange, plum, or peach are preferred. Some people don’t like to get their hands messy, but it will require that you rub the sausage ever so gently in the fruit juice so that the sausage is enveloped in the juice thoroughly. Let it simmer for a minimum of fifteen minutes. I would say the maximum time to simmer is between thirty and forty-five minutes depending on your endurance level and how hungry you are. It is crucial that you do this right because this is what produces the climatic dish that it is. If prepared correctly, the guest being served will ask for a second helping because it’s so good. I personally enjoy this dish so much that I usually lap the juices from the fruit. My experience has been, if you position the fruit just right and nibble ever so gently, the juices will begin flowing enough so that you can begin to marinade the sausage effortlessly. For now I’m going to keep the recipe a secret.
After dinner we enjoyed a glass of wine and a night vigil on the patio in each other’s arms. The relationship progressed to the point that we could not be apart from each other on a regular basis.
As time progressed, we began to get closer and our bond grew stronger. We would sit on the bed and stare into each other’s eyes to see who could out stare the other. I would like to add something that happened which was quite extraordinary. One night we decided to go to bed early so we laid down to sleep. We usually snuggle up together in each other’s arms and fall out. Well, that night we had the most sexual spiritual experience that you could imagine. From what I recall, Tonya and I were naked holding each other intimately making slow passionate love that feels so good that you fall in a trance. Immersed and lost in each other’s embrace our eyes convulsed in the back of our heads as we merged together with each slow silky stroke of passion. Each stroke intensified as we deeply .................
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Live to learn to love
Learn to love to live
Love to live to learn
so that you may live the life that you yearn.
https://www.createspace.com/3375944
Sexual
Infatuation
Oh, it was just the beginning. You can only go so far and do so much in a car. Don’t get me wrong. I enjoy manual transmissions over automatics. It just seems you have more control with a manual versus an automatic. Also, it's the fluid motion involved when in synchronization. First, then second with a swift shift to third. I took the long way home to enjoy the scenery, and it feels so good coasting in fourth gear. I wasn't ready to go home just yet. I had a couple of twist and curves before I took it to the spot where it’s hot. This is where you find out what your real skills are made of. You have to know when to down shift so you don’t lose it all and when to pour it on to increase the adrenalin and excitement keeping your cool. One false turn at one of those hairpin curves, and you could lose it all. I waited to hear my baby’s engine purring before I released into fifth gear and took her home. Come to think of it, it’s almost as good as having great sex. I’m always game for new scenes and different venues. Our relationship at this point progressed to the point that we were an item at work. Coworkers were aware that we were seeing each other. You could say we were stuck at the hip. The guys from the kitchen staff would ask me if Tonya and I were kicking it. I made no qualms about it and would announce, “yeah she’s my woman.” Then I would ask them what gave it away in a cynical manner. Tonya rolled with it as well because she continued to strut her stuff without skipping a beat. As I recall, we got a couple of head-turns but nothing that presented itself as an immediate threat. Furthermore, to be blunt, it just wasn’t an issue at all for us being a couple.
Our relationship progressed to the point where we began to hang out more at her place. That wouldn’t seem like a big deal except for the fact that she was not alone. Tonya neglected to tell me that she had a four year old son Todd. I am tempted to believe that she brought Todd up to her job at Stacks for shock effect to see how I would react early on in the game. Women are always testing you out. Go ahead do what you do was my attitude. Nevertheless, I passed with cool intact. At first, I was a little taken back, but I was really digging Tonya and made the necessary adjustments. Besides, Todd was a good kid, and we kicked it off pretty good. My first night at her house we had drinks and played cards or did we? I believe it went a little something like we met at a neutral location then proceeded to her house. I thought it would be gentlemanly of me to prepare her a meal so we proceeded to the kitchen. She had mentioned on the way over to her house that she was love starved and voraciously hungry. This was not a problem. I’m pretty handy in the kitchen so it would be no problem for me to prepare a fulfilling meal and boy do I mean filling. In no time ,and I mean in no time I was able to prepare a healthy Italian delicacy. I usually don’t give out my recipe, but I’ll make an exception.
First, you start with a pound and a half of sausage, and let it simmer in a large skillet for a few minutes so it reaches the right temperature for the next ingredient. Generally, you want to rub the sausage down just right until it begins to expand. At this point, marinade the sausage with about a cup of fruit of your choice. A fruit that produces an abundance of juice such as a mango, mandarin orange, plum, or peach are preferred. Some people don’t like to get their hands messy, but it will require that you rub the sausage ever so gently in the fruit juice so that the sausage is enveloped in the juice thoroughly. Let it simmer for a minimum of fifteen minutes. I would say the maximum time to simmer is between thirty and forty-five minutes depending on your endurance level and how hungry you are. It is crucial that you do this right because this is what produces the climatic dish that it is. If prepared correctly, the guest being served will ask for a second helping because it’s so good. I personally enjoy this dish so much that I usually lap the juices from the fruit. My experience has been, if you position the fruit just right and nibble ever so gently, the juices will begin flowing enough so that you can begin to marinade the sausage effortlessly. For now I’m going to keep the recipe a secret.
After dinner we enjoyed a glass of wine and a night vigil on the patio in each other’s arms. The relationship progressed to the point that we could not be apart from each other on a regular basis.
As time progressed, we began to get closer and our bond grew stronger. We would sit on the bed and stare into each other’s eyes to see who could out stare the other. I would like to add something that happened which was quite extraordinary. One night we decided to go to bed early so we laid down to sleep. We usually snuggle up together in each other’s arms and fall out. Well, that night we had the most sexual spiritual experience that you could imagine. From what I recall, Tonya and I were naked holding each other intimately making slow passionate love that feels so good that you fall in a trance. Immersed and lost in each other’s embrace our eyes convulsed in the back of our heads as we merged together with each slow silky stroke of passion. Each stroke intensified as we deeply .................
https://www.createspace.com/3375944
Live to learn to love
Learn to love to live
Love to live to learn
so that you may live the life that you yearn.
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