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For The Love of Heels
On 09, Jan 2011 | One Comment | In Thoughts | By Mika
Tonight I witnessed something that I see quite often, but never thought to remark upon until today. On my way home from karaoke, there was a limousine waiting outside of McDonald’s. Three young women come out with McD’s bags in their hands, short strappy dresses, 3″ or 4″ heels and no coats… RUNNING back to the limo. I’ll give them the “I’m young and I’m showing off” factor, but really? The heels? No coat? Did common sense stay in the limo? Their attempt at self-preservation was laughable, especially as they drank cold soda. How contrary!
*deep breath*
Then, there was a woman that walked on the subway with her pink 4+” heels that she was struggling to remain standing in. She was quite literally wobbling. Even from where I sat, it was clear that the shoes were too large for her, like she’d borrowed her mother’s shoes to “try on”. When I say they were pink, it was HOT pink with rhinestones at the heel. It was a paltry attempt at looking cute, at best. At the end of these two encounters this evening, I’m rather in the mood to talk about… HEELS.
There is no doubt that heels look magnificent on a woman and have the capability of stretching their legs into kingdom come. Despite being a contraption contrived by men, they look sexy. Certain women have the ability to wear those super high heels and walk in them comfortably and with finesse. The rest of women out there are merely posers, attempting to look cute but making a fool of themselves as they struggle to remain standing. Seriously, ladies — I don’t care if your heels are daytime “work” heels or if they are nighttime “party” heels, you need to pick shoes that you can actually WALK in. Or bring a change of flats. Something. Unless you are walking short distances or not at all, you have no business being in those suckers. If you want to rock 4″ or 5″ heels you have no intention of walking around in the street in, keep them for the bedroom. Prance around in them in your lingerie and keep them on as you’re on your back… but do me a personal favor. Please.
Your consideration is much appreciated. SMH. ***PSA over***
Shared Space
On 26, Oct 2010 | One Comment | In Thoughts | By Mika
I’ve lived with two men in my many years of dating and the one thing I learned from the experience was basically… don’t do it. Why does this come to mind now? Because this is the one year anniversary of getting my apartment post-breakup. There is definitely something to be said for having your own personal space, not one dominated by someone else’s presence or dictates. The mistake I made was caving in after the first time around, knowing that I shouldn’t without some sort of security.
Blending households isn’t just about “living together”. Its a meld of habits, financial responsibilities, sharing tasks… It reminds me of a video I saw online before talking about how people that move in together are trying to act like married folks without the commitment. Sure some don’t want to get married, and that’s fine. I’m not one of them though: I do want to get married one day. I’m in not headlong rush to do it, hence why I have no plans on moving in with anyone or vice versa.
Sharing space can be a sacred thing. All your stuff is here, your personal effects and the fact that it’s truly ME space doesn’t help. I don’t mind hanging out or even sleeping over, but there’s no room for taking up full-blown residence in my house. No one is excluded from that rule. Ok, I’ll make an exception if times are hard and you need a place to stay for a while. I’m a good friend like that.
Call me selfish or whatever, but I wouldn’t put myself in that precarious position ever again.
And all that said, I miss being able to share that warmth and closeness that is inherent with sharing your space with another person. In this scenario, however, pros do not outweigh the cons when you are unmarried. I’m perfectly content just the way I currently am.
It has been 6 days since my last confession…
Daily Sexual Interludes
On 22, Oct 2010 | 4 Comments | In Thoughts | By Mika
Today has been quite the prolific one. With a little inspiration, I wrote the beginnings of scenarios taking place over the course of a day. These sexual interludes are a first for me, mostly because the short is in present-tense (you know how hard that can be at times) and it is written from a male perspective. Since I have the glaring lack of a penis, that is a bit of a toughie for me. Well… you tell me what you think. I left things unsettled at the end of each because it’s meant to entice your imagination…. what happens next? You fill in the blanks!
Wake Up!
Out of the depths of sleep, I feel the brush of fingertips on the head of my cock, tentatively testing the waters. She doesn’t realize I’m awake, blissfully unaware of my consciousness. My eyes remain closed as she gains some more confidence by disappearing beneath the covers. Moments later, her tongue plays a more than adequate replacement, her mouth impatiently engulfing my plum tip. Morning wood is ever reliable and burgeoning, my dick throbbing with her skillful attention, the quiet of the morning disturbed only by her slurps and pleasurable moans. I can imagine how wet she is getting with my dick more than halfway down her throat. I reach beneath the sheets to grip the nape of her neck in encouragement, and she responds in kind, her chuckles reverberating wickedly against my cock. Her arm wraps around my angled right leg, fingertips digging in deep. I groan aloud at the pleasure-pain sensation, bucking up into her mouth unconsciously. She pulls free of my throbbing cock for a moment’s breath, snaking up to the edge of the blanket.
“Good morning…” she croons, pressing a soft kiss to my chest. I smile at her simple greeting, pressing a fingertip to her lush lips.
“Mornin…”
Afternoon Delight
She is standing in the middle of the busy thoroughfare waiting for me, oblivious of my impending approach. From the distance, I gaze at her, amazed that she was mine, ready and waiting to be taken. She is dressed just the way I wanted to see her today. Her normally short hair is concealed by long, dark locks that befits her form. A hint of her round ass peeks from the edge of the too-short miniskirt and her generous breasts are bound tightly by her poker-hot red corset, chocolatey mounds begging to be touched. She turns, finally noticing me and smiles brilliantly. My cock is already hard, aching to be freed from the constraint of my pants. She looks down at my tented crotch, and her smile widens. We mutually approach and she presses her voluptuous figure against mine, reaching between us to stroke my dick through my pants.
“Hey…” she breathes, pressing her lips to the corner of my mouth, wrapping an arm around my neck.
Words have no chance to form as I pull her up to taste her lips. She grips my head, pulling me closer, as my tongue duels with hers, my arms snaking around her waist. I edge downward to anchor her crotch to mine, gripping her ass in my hands.
I shift to my lips to her ear and whisper, “I need to fuck you, right now…” I return to her lips and hear her moan of assent.
My office is right upstairs…
Dinnertime
I sit outside on the porch, looking out at the colorful sunset in the distance. The scents of deftly cooked steak call to me from the kitchen. I can hear the clashing of utensils and her faint shout out to me: “I’ll be right out…”. I close my eyes for a brief moment, envisioning her in her sexy, frilly underwear, her full breasts unconcealed, holding a steak plate in one hand and a ice cold beer in the other…
“Dinner is served,” she says softly from behind me. I turn to glance at her and she is completely devoid of clothing, her neatly trimmed mound and perky breasts winking at me. She places a generous plating of skirt steak and provisions in front of me, but my appetite was on the meal in front of my eyes. She smiles knowingly, placing the frosty cold mug of beer in front of me.
Saucily, she turns to give me a view of her round ass, then sits down in the seat across from me. As she crosses her long legs, I notice the sexy patent leather 4″ heels she was rocking.
“Thanks,” I finally say, my eyes smiling at her. Somewhat belatedly, I ask with a crook of an eyebrow, “Nothing for you?”
She crooks her head in that cute schoolgirl sort of way. “I figured you would feed me,” she responds, her voice husky. Minx, I think to myself. She baits me so well…
I reach for her hand, urging her to come close. Instead of moving her chair, she lowers to her knees, her hands resting on my thigh, head upturned to look at me.
“Open your mouth…” I take a piece of sliced steak and dangle it over her lips, meat juices dripping onto her lips and chin. “Close your eyes. I want you to taste it…”
With her eyes closed, I unzip my pants with my free hand to release my already hard cock to the open air. Her tongue darted out for more juice to savor.
“Gimme a lil bit of that tongue…” I say in a whisper, resting the meat on the tip of her tongue. She wants to engulf it, but I grab her chin to stop her. “Not yet. Have some of this first.” I place the tip of my cock against her lips, rubbing the steak flavor all over me. I slip inside her mouth and eagerly, she wraps her hand around my girth, enveloping me in her warmth.
I take the piece of meat in my hand and pop it into my mouth, watching with admiring eyes as she worships my cock…
Midnight Snack
The cool night air wafts through the room as I tread nude from the bathroom. The warm shower ill prepares me for the tightening of my skin into goosebumps. I walk barefoot into the bedroom to find her already asleep, spread eagle across the bed. Her clean womanly scent calls to me, my nose already picking up the scent of her arousal from her solo session. I feel my body heat rising, blood drifting low into my groin as my dick begins to harden. Unconsciously, I grab my cock and absentmindedly stroke it, my gaze drifting from her beautiful face to her more-than-handful breasts. They are taut in the cool air of the room; I long to take those nipples into my mouth, to play with them until she squirms and begs me to stop.
My cock stroking intensifies, the thickness filling me to bursting. I look lower to her womanly hips, the ones I love to grab as I fuck her. Her pussy is hairless and smooth, soft supple skin I want to cum all over.
I refuse to wait any longer. I kneel between her spread legs to lower my head and partake of my snack. First my tongue darts out to touch her clit; she tastes so good, still so wet, my whole head delves headlong into the feast. Immediately, she awakens with a startled cry, arching upward as I relentlessly ravish her.
“Oh my God…” she exclaims breathlessly, holding my head to her throbbing pussy. She jerks uncontrollably at the frenzy, bucking against my chin. I lose myself in her arousal, my heartbeat racing. Her thighs are held captive by my arms and I refuse to let her free. She begs me in unintelligible words to release her, and that is just the goal. I want her to explode. My dick is now beyond hard, dying to plow into her, but I try hard to be patient.
“No no no… Stop! You have to stop! I’m gonna die,” she pleads in a rush. I give her a moments reprieve to look up at her. Sweat drips off her face, her eyes bright and skin flushed.
“No.”
And I return to my task…
When Sex Goes Awry
On 20, Sep 2010 | No Comments | In Thoughts | By Mika
Women don’t typically find themselves in sex relationships, so this post reaches out to a small segment if the population. When two people go into a situation like that with both eyes wide open, you both know that the timer is counting down to the eventual boom of implosion (or in some cases, explosion).
So why do we waste time with things that we are certain will end? We want a connection and are willing to take the eventual hurt, pain or in some cases, ambivalence, to have it.
We do it all the time though: staying in dead end jobs or relationships, remaining friends with individuals that do nothing but take advantage. There is a draw in that interaction that has us holding on for dear life and unwilling to let go or change. The premise is the same: change is difficult. What incentive is there to change things if there is nothing to change TO? It is a fair question. I don’t pretend to know the answers, only to verbalize the questions. What is funny though is that no matter how hard you try, change has a way of sneaking up on you and saying, “Ha! Gotcha, bitch!” Doesn’t it?
With that sexual relationship, it comes as no surprise that the reality crashes in and forces your hand. It could be any number of things that makes an all sex relationship go awry: lack of interest, too much interest, new love interest (one they really have emotions for)… but in your mind, you have to be ready for these many scenarios.
I make no qualms about it; my heart isn’t into love at all – this had been a rough road for me - but it is easy to care for and about someone and have that sensibility screw up the dynamic between you and your lover. And there’s nothing you can do about it. Should you not care? You could, but that makes for really unfulfilling sex. I mean, hell, if you are gonna do it, at least it should be pleasurable. But you can never give too much of yourself. The stopper must be at hand at all times. A world of hurt awaits otherwise.
Is it any wonder why I like reading and writing romance so much? Ideal love gives me hope, so while I wait…
