BE BOLD -MANDY HALE


“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

INTERESTING AFTERNOON


It was an interesting afternoon.

A customer called the restaurant claiming he left a backpack with a bomb in it.

The manager said “what?”

“You heard me, bitch” the caller hung up.

The manager tried to find out the number through the operator but couldn’t. He called the RCMP.

The RCMP showed up, shocked that the restaurant hadn’t been evacuated.

“It was a prank” the manager replied.

“You have to be the stupidest person I encounter,” the RCMP snapped. “If there is a caller claiming to have a bomb you evacuate the store!”

I was just returning from my 15-minute break when Devy stepped in front of me. Her mischievous grin made me wary. “How are you, Becky?” she asked.

“Oh you know, I am doing awesome. Smelling like your grandma!” I chuckled. Devy said my lotion reminded her of her grandma. Ouch!

“how are you?” I hugged her.

“Oh,” she hugged me, “I am awesome. But Becky, you haven’t said hello to Johnny yet!” she stepped aside so I could see Johnny. Johnny was leaning on the kitchen prep table. I was trying not to notice how attractive he was. His muscles, his smile. His eyes. Johnny glanced over at me. he smiled. He hadn’t been working regularly, today was the first time I had seen him.

Suddenly every one of the kitchen staff was watching Johnny and I. what!

“No” I murmured. “Not yet”

“Say hello to Johnny” Devy teased. “He missed you. Hey papa”

I burst out laughing. Devy was so incorrigible! “Hey Papi” I purred.

Johnny turned so red, he had to turn away from me so I wouldnt see the grin on his face.

I burst out laughing. “Johnny doesn’t like it when I flirt with him anymore,” I told Devy.

Devy, Ange and Heidi laughed. “Well, its because his wife works here now,” Ange told me. “You know that!”

“Yes Johnny thinks I am being so inappropriate and doesn’t like it when I flirt.” I pout. “Here you guys are encouraging me to flirt with him. He will tell me no”

The kitchen crew burst out laughing. Johnny just hung his head and sighed.

“Maybe if you offer to babysit his baby. Babysit Georgina!” Devy suggested.

Johnny’s head snapped up. “Oh Becky are you going to babysit for me?”

Suddenly I had not so innocent images of seducing poor Johnny while his wife worked.

Good Lord, I hoped my expression wasnt as nasty as my thoughts were.

“Of course Johnny” I patted his arm, “if you want.”

The girls laughed.

 

 

WHICH ANIME CHARACTER WOULD YOU SMASH


I dont understand how Otaku found it so easy to pick a character they wanted to fuck! I love anime, and I have so many favorite characters! I cant just pick one! I will pick 10!

  1. Byakuya -Bleach.
  2. Sesshomaru- Inu-yasha
  3. Hei – Darker than Black
  4. Kogami – Pyscho- Pass
  5. Ginoza -Pyscho -pass
  6. Sasuke -Naruto (but thats if I am desperate)
  7. Tomoe -kamisama Hajimemashita
  8. Sebastian- Black Butler
  9. Mitsuomi – Tenjho Tenje
  10. Aizen -Bleach

It was harder than I thought. One guy for every day of the week .  Three if I am good girl ♥♥♥

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ONE NIGHT


 

I couldn’t sleep. I still had the taste of Mason lips on my mouth. I wondered how his skin would taste. How his body would react if I kissed my way down it. Would he moan my name? Would he arch into me. Begging for me. If I sucked his cock, would he tangle his fingers in my hair, and face fuck me.
I was getting wet thinking about it. I slid my hand down my body between my legs. I was wet. My fingers stroked my pussy lips, as I thought about Mason
I didn’t hear a knock on the door nor the door open, as I fingered my clit. Stroking.
“Jesus Christ!” the expletive startled me. I opened my eyes to find Mason watching me. My eyes grew wide. My cheeks were pink. From embarrassment, I didn’t know.
I didn’t bother to cover myself. I let my fingers still.
“I was just thinking of that kiss” I admitted.
” that wasn’t supposed to happen” he muttered His eyes couldn’t look away from my fingers. I moved them a little so he could see my pussy. See how wet I was.
“I got so wet,: I whispered. “At the thought of you”
Mason groaned “Becky, you are killing me here.”
“I was thinking of how you would taste. Your cock in my mouth. face fucking me.”
At any other moment, I would be curled up dying from mortification for being so honest. However the fiery depths of his blue eyes made me come alive. My breasts were aching for him to touch me, my nipples hard. My pussy juice dripped over my fingers as I slowly eased them back and forth along my slit.
“I have never wanted anyone more than I want you,” I whispered. I hated the ache in my voice, it made me sound desperate.
Mason took a step toward the bed, then kicked the door closed behind him. “You are a relentless woman,” he mused as if to himself. “Maybe I should sate myself in you. But I don’t think it would be enough. One night won’t be enough for you. For me.” He took another step towards the bed. He stripped himself of his sweater, his jeans next.
I sighed appreciatively when he was finally naked before me.

“Let’s be honest here, Becky” his voice was hoarse. “I thought I knew the little girl who grew into a woman.You fucked me up when I started reading your blog. reading your fantasies, your desires, your heartbreaking confessions.”
He was now on the bed, he gripped me by the thighs yanking me to him. “The truth is I never knew you at all” he went on huskily.
I pressed my fingers against his mouth to silence him. I gasped when his tongue darted out to swirl lick and suck my pussy juice off them. “By the time I am finished, I will know every part of you and your body will be mine,” he promised.
My heart pounded with excitement, my stomach fluttering with his directness. He pushed me back, his mouth on mine. His hands were on my body, caressing my skin. “God, I remember when you were a teenager.” he breathed as his mouth followed his fingers. “You were wearing no bra. It took all I had not to fuck you then.”
I arched into his mouth. “I wanted you to then”
He scowled. “You were a kid, you didn’t know what you wanted.” his teeth razed over my nipples. I moaned in delight.
“If I was finger fucking myself then I sure as hell knew what I wanted.” I moaned.
He groaned, “oh my god, you are so damn sexy”
His mouth lowered. “I am going to eat you out. Let me get between your legs. And make you cum with my tongue” he breathed.
The first touch of his tongue on my clit made me gasp. My fingers curled into his hair. His eyes never left mine, as his tongue lapped and flicked. Alternately between fast and slow. He took his time, bringing me to the edge then easing off.
“Please. Please” I begged. “I am so close.”
Mason teased my folds, as he pushed a finger deep inside me. Stretching me. “Fuck baby, you are so tight.” he breathed. “So wet.”
He sucked on my clit, as his fingers began to pick up speed, then as I began to feel the quivers of my orgasm. he slowed down. I whimpered in frustration. “Mason please!”
He chuckled, the sound rumbling against my clit. His mouth opened and clamped hard on my clit. I shrieked as he sucked hard, while his fingers drove hard and fast deep inside me. I came, twisting against his face. Grinding against him, against his tongue and mouth, as he lapped up my pussy juice.
Mason finally let me sink back down to the bed. Grinning he kissed my inner thigh. “Did you enjoy that?”
I could barely speak. I nodded, the tiny quivers of orgasm still going through me.
“Rest up. Because we have all night.” he promised.

Fuck me! I am so horny right now!

AND A BABY MAKES THREE


There was something about the way she was holding his youngest son that made his heart twist in his chest. Her expression so pure so loving. She would make a remarkable mother, the thought hit him, even though she made it perfectly clear on numerous occasions she had no inclination to have children.
Which is why he found their arrangement perfect. He was married, he had enormous responsibilities. On the occasions he did mention his wife and children, she would listen intently. He cared her for so deeply, and the sex was incredible. She never pressured him for anything more. Money was unimportant to her, even though he spoiled her.
An idea so foreign to him that he didn’t allow it to come to fruition, came to mind. What if Becky was carrying his child, Mason almost choked on his drink. The alcohol stinging the back of his throat. He stared at her, dumbfounded by what his mind was forcing him to ponder. It was ludicrous! Did he even want her to have his baby?
Her hair fell over her face, veiling her features. His son reached out with chubby fingers and grabbed the strands. He tugged. Becky let out a delighted laugh, the glow on her face kicked him hard in the chest, leaving him breathless. She spoke to the baby in another language, and the baby cooed.
Mason wanted to reach out and smooth the strands of Becky’s hair There was nothing remarkable about her looks, she could easily get lost in the background but there was something about her that always drew his focus to her.
Maybe it was the way she would laugh, even though she was sad. Or the way her eyes would crack fire when she was angry. His lips kicked at the corner with amusement when he realized she caught him staring at her. Again. She was avoiding his gaze with the shyness of a school girl.
“Its rude to stare!” she scolded him.
“Who me? Look at you, holding my son. It is so natural.” he teased.
She scowled. “Babies are cute, its when they grow and become the bane of society”
Mason roared with laughter, he pushed himself off the doorframe. He strode into the nursery. “You have such high expectations of my son,” he plucked the baby out of her arms. “Did you hear what the mean lady said?” he cooed to his son, “she said you were going to be the bane of society. You will prove her wrong, right?”
His son gurgled a response and Mason grinned. “See, takes after his old man!”
“Yeah you are old,” Becky chuckled.
Mason gasped. “Hitting me below the belt.” he tucked his son into his crib and turned to Becky. “were you saying something to my son earlier?”
Becky shrugged, “You are so Englisch.” she sighed. “It’s Plautsdeutch. Slang german. I was telling your boy I love you.”
Mason’s throat tightened with unexpected emotion. He pulled her close, “Watching you with him,” he began, “I had a crazy thought.”
Becky kissed his throat, “What kind of crazy thoughts.”
“We didn’t use protection most of the time,” Mason murmured. “Is it possible you could be pregnant?”
her skin was turning pink, from embarrassment or anger he couldn’t really tell. But he enjoyed how she would react to him. Her words would fumble over her tongue. She would become so flustered, her heartbeat would flutter at her neck like a butterfly’s wing.
“What?” Becky sputtered, “pregnant? Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Is it so ridiculous?” he let his fingers brush against her cheek, stroking her jaw down her throat. He loved the silkiness of her skin, the soft scent of her lingered in his senses, even when she wasn’t close.
She made a huffing sound but didn’t move. “Yes, it is. I told you I don’t want any children,” she whispered.
mason was silent for a moment, “But what if,”
“There is no ‘what if’ Mason!” she snapped. “I am not pregnant. If you want another child, you have your wife. But I don’t want your child. I don’t want any children!”
Hurt seared through him, leaving Mason unexpectedly breathless. “Ok, I was just thinking out loud.” he kissed the top of her head.
She nuzzled her face into his throat. “I am sorry if I hurt you, but the thought of having children scares me.”
He smiled. “Why?”
She shrugged, “I am going to be like Captain Von Trapp from the Sound of Music. Militant, discipline and unyielding with my kids.”
Mason chuckled. “And loving,” he added.
“Nah.”
“Well, lets continue this conversation over food. I might be able to convince you to have my baby if I feed you” he took her hand.

-a thought I had.

A HIDEOUS MONSTER


I lost my voice. The only frustrating thing about it was whenever I became angry at a customer, I had to raise my voice, the hoarseness became worse! There were a lot of cups thrown! “Learn how to read! There are two drinks! You are making me feel anger!” 

It was exhausting!
Thankfully I was on window for a while.i thought it couldn’t be worse than drive thru. I was wrong!

I was draping myself over my till, half dead from my sickness. I looked ghastly! No amount of makeup could help me! My pale skin, watery eyes, runny nose, dried chapped lips. Hair couldn’t be tame. I looked like the ugly step sister. 

I was hoping customers would ignore me. Be too disgusted to be served by me. Fat chance!

Sexy men would walk in, walk towards my coworkers, they notice me. Suddenly these men would do a 180 and stand expectantly before me! I slowly raised my head, and greet them. And suddenly I was like their cute little puppy! Being cooed over! Wtf!!!

Then there were the women! I never saw so much eye rolling in my life! And when they would walk up with their man? These women thought I was flirting! I have no voice, I wasn’t speaking with  deliberate huskiness, and how did anyone get sexy undertones from it? Bitches are crazy!

when real life crushes your expectations


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Now this is how I want my bath! Lots of bubbles, with you!

Just realized how small my tub is. It can’t fit two people in it!

Well that crushed any romantic sexy thoughts! And sexy stories I may have wanted to write!

 

FLU SEASON IS KILLING ME


I have been incommunicado lately because I was sick this week.

How you know I am sick:

  1. I am usually upbeat and happy.
  2. I am chatty cathy
  3. I crave food.

Wait isnt that how I normally am?

True. But I am excessively happy and chatty! And hungry!

Except for the last few weeks I was losing my appetite. Which made me grumpy. I could only eat a few bites, and drink mostly water and tea. Then I was hit on Monday with the flu.

I was happy and chatty.I went home after work and died in bed. When I woke up the next morning, I had no voice. I could barely function.

I could barely eat, speak, it took all I had to get through the day.

However these last couple of days haven’t been pretty!

my OCD would go off the charts if I cough sneeze blow my nose. I wanted to get up and sanitize everything!

This flu season is really killing me!

I can’t win!

 

TLC


“You’re not eating.” Mason murmured, his eyebrows came together in a frown.

She shrugged. “I am not hungry.”

He snorted. “You are always hungry.” he pushed his plate of sushi towards her. “finish mine.”

“no.”

Mason sighed. “Eat the sushi, Becky. You are hungry.”

She took a sip of her tea. “I am not hungry.”

Mason regarded her for a moment, she was avoiding his gaze. Her attention on her mobile. “So you are not hungry. You haven’t been talkative either.” he thought out loud. “Usually you are talking non-stop about something or other.” he reached for her phone and snatched it away.

“Hey!” Becky’s cry of outrage made him smile. Her eyes were fiery with anger.

“Now can we focus on why you are not answering my questions,” Mason asked gently. “You haven’t been eating. Since when?”

“Last week,” she mumbled.

Mason’s jaw clenched. “Last week.”

“I had a few bites here and there.”

Mason glared at her. His hand reached for hers. He laced his fingers through hers”Are you starving yourself?”

Becky recoiled in disgust. “Dieting is not in my vocabulary. No, I am not starving myself. I am just not hungry.”

Mason noticed then how paler than usual her skin was, “Are you sick?”

Becky shook her head, “its probably that time of the month again,” she pinkened when she blurted it out.

“You get sick when you have your period.” Mason pointed out. “Come on let’s get you home.” he gestured for a waiter.

“You shouldn’t wave for service,” Becky was scandalized. “Do you know how rude it is to the waitstaff!”

Mason chuckled. “I am so sorry, I will remember not to do that.” the waiter returned with the check. Becky rose out of her chair and swayed.

Mason gripped her arm. “You ok?”

“I just felt dizzy.” Becky sighed.

Mason helped her with her coat, her purse and walked her to his car. “Don’t worry, I will take care of you,” he promised.

He let her sleep until they arrived at his apartment. He gently woke her. “Wait, this isn’t my apartment” she protested drowsily as he helped her out of the passenger side.

“No, this is where I stay when I am in town.” he drawled. “No way was I going to let you be by yourself.”

He walked her inside. “Get in the shower, I will have the bed ready for you.”

Becky frowned. “But  I don’t have clothes here.” she objected.

“Have your shower,” Mason instructed. He pulled her close, stroking his fingers through hair, tilting her head back so he could kiss her forehead. “I am going to take care of you”

He released her and closed the door behind him. He walked into his bedroom, opening some drawers he rummaged thru to get an old shirt. He laid it out on the bed. He heard the shower stop. Moments passed, then the bathroom door cautiously opened. Becky peeked her head out.

“I am in here, babe” Mason called out to her. He watched her emerge from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel. Her hair wet, her face freshly scrubbed and glowing. Warmth slid through his chest, gripping his heart. She appeared uncertain, it took all he had not to cross the hall and kiss her till neither one of them could breathe again.

She hurried into the bedroom. He smiled at her, taking her hand he led her to the bed. “You don’t have very good water pressure,” she murmured. “My shower head can strip your skin right off”

Mason burst out laughing. “Oh thank you for letting me know.” he helped her into the shirt, taking the towel he patted her hair dry. ” I am sorry you didn’t enjoy the shower.”

“Are you still feeling woozy?” he asked.

Becky shook her head. “Just tired.”

Mason urged her under the blankets and rose. “Wait,” Becky protested, “where are you going?”

“I will be back, I have to get your clothes and medication.” he reminded her.

She shook her head.

“Do you want me to stay with you until you fall asleep?” Mason asked softly.

“Yes”

Mason climbed in beside her, pulling her close so she could feel the heat of his body seeping into hers. She wrapped her arms around him, sighing with contentment. Her face pressing into his chest. “Just to let you know, I am a mouth breather.” she whispered.

Mason roared with laughter, his body shaking and his sides hurt. “good lord!”

-ah if only I had someone to take care of me when I was sick 🙂 ♥

I WONDER


I wonder if this year will be the year:

  1. I will love freely to create intimate, deep and meaningful relationships
  2. to open up my heart and let someone get to know me and who I truly am
  3. to trust someone completely again.

WHY WE LOVE


“We need food. We need water. We need warmth. And the lover feels he/she needs the beloved. Plato had it right over two thousand years ago. The god of love “lives in a state of need.”
― Helen Fisher, Why We Love: The Nature and Chemistry of Romantic Love