faster pussycat... type! type!

and, of course, you too may use the thesaurus to learn fabulous new words like deleterious.

I have always believed in the expansion of vocabulary. We should broaden our horizons. I have always liked fascist libertarian. Yes I was speaking of you, and you know who you are. The dogs are loose and they have your numbers. The dance card is punched. My feet are at your door….

Sweaty bodies intertwined again. It was familiar yet always exhilarating. He leaned down and whispered into her ear, "I have a confession to make: I've been having phone sex with someone while at work." She tightened her vagina around his hard cock and asked, "Can I join in next time?"

Just one more. That's all. Just one. What could it hurt? Just one more, I promise, then I'll stop. I can stop, you know. And I will stop. Right after this last one. I'll take just one more internet personality quiz and then I'll get back to work. Scout's honor!

Went to Australia last week and discovered Tim-Tams:

I’m just going to have three and that’s it.

Okay, two more that will leave him with 4.

Okay, two more and I’ll say a friend stopped by.

What friends stop by? It’s silly to just leave two. After this pack, I will start eating healthy. After this pack, Tae-bo.

oh you are all doing such a wonderful job of sharing your addictions in this loving, non-judgemental environment. come on... group hug!!

what about the rest of you?

PS: Kay? Tim-Tams? OH MY GOD SO GOOD!!

She wanted it. She needed it. To feel the warmth, the caress, deep inside her. There was no better way to wake up in the morning. So if she didn't get her venti mochaccino soon she was going to rip that freakishly chipper smile right off the Starbucks worker's face.

I'm just going to play a little longer, she thought. Just long enough for her to have her baby, that will be a good place to quit. Then it happened, he just had to go out, and look through that damn telescope. *BAMF* - just like that, now he's pregnant, too!

The squid are wrapped in each other’s tentacles... driven by base instinct, they rip each other apart with their beaks, this love making in the sea. Entering this environment one loses his place on the food chain very easily. And no, no one ever phones it in.

Wait, wait, move forward, wait, wait.
Step in, buckle down.
Palms sweating, lurching forward.
Angle up, clicks of safety.
Climbing higher, straight for the clouds.
Grins begin, air gets thin.
About to crest, hands thrown high.
Pause, gravity, acceleration.
Dive, twist, turn.
Eyes streaming, people screaming.
Adrenelin junkie - yes yes!

One pinwheel spun, and he was reminded into that smile. Where had he the child like grin the first time, he could not say. Its hard to trace memories, they seem to filed away in a structure that defied logic. One leads to the other, but where was order? There was no reason for it at all. The pinwheel stalled. And the memory, and the smile faded.