“You’ll learn, as you get older, that rules are made to be broken. Be bold enough to live life on your terms, and never, ever apologize for it. Go against the grain, refuse to conform, take the road less traveled instead of the well-beaten path. Laugh in the face of adversity, and leap before you look. Dance as though EVERYBODY is watching. March to the beat of your own drummer. And stubbornly refuse to fit in.”
— Mandy Hale (The Single Woman: Life, Love, and a Dash of Sass


For beautiful eyes, look for the good in others; for beautiful lips, speak only words of kindness; and for poise, walk with the knowledge that you are never alone.
Audrey Hepburn

Every day I try to be kind to others. To see the best in others. I want to see others happy, see them laugh and enjoy their life. Isn’t that beautiful?


It’s Saturday night and I’ve begun it by watching In The Fade. Starring Diane Kruger.

I have seen the trailer for this movie many times and was excited to see the movie was OnDemand!

Diane Kruger is a phenomenal actress! I absolutely adored her as Sonya Cross on The Bridge.

Perhaps I need tissues


Comforting Becky Again

A wonderful sexy story! I certainly enjoyed reading before bed! Whew! Hot!



I felt her side of the bed shifting as I lay there trying to fall asleep after a night of intense sexual pleasure. It was a full three months after the last time and I’d missed her dreadfully. I found her key to the apartment right where she said it would be and let myself in. I was in the shower when she arrived home and she joined me. I love soapy wet bodies and hers was a familiar treat. Our passion reignited in those first few minutes as we embraced intimately; then I heard a female voice outside the door, “Come on you two; I need to take one as well.”

My eyes bugged out, “Who’s that Becky?”

She kissed my lips, “Just a girl with a fine ass to join us for a couple of days.”

“You think of everything Miss Becky.”

“Well, maybe not everything, but…

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Comforting Becky | tripx713

“It’s going to be ok baby; it was just a bad dream.”

Source: Comforting Becky | tripx713

A sexy-sweet way to be comforted after a nightmare! A story written by Trip!


co-worker: What about your number, Becky? Arent, you going to give him your phone number?

me: uh no. He couldn’t handle this. I am too high maintenance!

black and white holland roden gif

Steve: We know that. (rolls his eyes)

-No one can handle me.


It’s snowing after having wonderful weekend of sunshine! 😢

I wanted breakfast but I was tired of taking 10 minutes to explain a simple order.

sure enough there was the cashier that couldn’t take an order to save her life!

“BLT ask me” i said brusquely.

she stared at me blankly.

my eye twitched. Are you kidding me? She couldn’t even get that?

”Blt ask me!” I snapped “punch that in”

my sister walked over “Rebecca you should take off your earphones “

”why? She can hear me perfectly! Just punch in my order! This is not rocket science! You have been here almost month! Start listening to the orders given!”

the cashier finished punching in my order and I marched off.

its going to be a long morning!


Argh! I was just woken up from a serial killer themed nightmare by what sounded like someone pounding on the wall.

thing is? I’m in a corner unit. My neighbor is on the other side of me.

no one lives below me!

it wasn’t me. My bed is away from the wall, I was sleeping facing the opposite wall, curled under my blankets!

I dreamt Bobby Goren was investigating the serial killer. The killer was brilliant, choosing either sex as victims. He served in the Marine Corp. He was highly methodical. The only problem was? Bobby was becoming too involved. He was beginning to question his sanity, his own skill as a detective.

it got to the point he was locked up in a psych ward.

The inmates/patients were nattering on about the killer. How because he was also targeting prostitutes and the unworthy, they had to do their business inside the system instead of out.

A woman was washing a counter by Bobby when she sniffed. “Did you shit yourself, son?”

Bobby frowned “no” he sniffed the air. It was horrible. The smell of something rotting. He got up and like a bloodhound followed the smell to a white trash can lined with black trash bag. The other cans were lined with white.

slowly Bobby opened the lid and the smell of a decomposing body hit the air. A body had been chopped up.

That is when I heard the loud sound of hand hitting the wall!


Hmm can’t sleep. Maybe it’s because of every time I close my eyes I see you and I fucking. And the delicious sensations that course through my body makes it impossible to keep my hands off my pussy!

I imagine you corner me in the kitchen. Kissing me, telling me you miss me, miss us this. Your hands on my body, your mouth following In their wake. You make me forget myself I love how you focus your hunger on me. My response to your touch, my desire my pleasure is all that matters to you! You don’t care that anyone could walk in on us, or  hear me moaning because it’s turning you on. I’m so wet, by the time you spread me out on the kitchen nook. You fuck me hard and fast, whispering hot little dirty words in my ear that make me lose control. You cum. Spurting deep inside me. Making me cum again.

After we are done You take my panties and tell me I’m not allowed to clean up. I have to go out to the party and be a hostess with your cum dripping down my thighs.

im mortified yet hot as hell at thought of your guests seeing me like this. So I obey. I walk out of the kitchen and there is no doubt in everyone’s mind what was happening in the kitchen.

Hmm I came so hard to that fantasy.


My sister thought I needed to be motivated to move faster today so she made a list of songs that would inspire me to do so.

“You will only move faster if there is food in front of you so I will motivate you!” she teased.

  • Like a Vegan Touched by Meat for the very Time.
  • Hungry like a Wolf
  • Eating Cookies in a Double Bed
  • Don’t Stop Eating
  • I would do Anything For Steak But I won’t Eat That
  • Sometimes Its Hard to Eat a Lemon

We were laughing so hard, it looked like my sister was crying! I was writing down the song list so I wouldn’t forget, and Steve shook his head in disbelief.

“Why are you making a list? By the time you are done writing they will be gone anyway!” it took me to realize he thought I was writing down how many pastries and muffins we had left. I laughed harder.