Ode to the Tongue

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Tingling, Tasting, Tantalizing,

Swirling, Salty, Salacious,

Sexy, Sensual, and Luscious,

What more could we ask for?


Place your tongue gently on mine,

And swirl it around my mouth.

Taste my sweet juices on both my lips.


Delight in the flavor,

And tantalize me,

Now, and forever more.


Super Bowl 53

Former New York Jets quarterback “Broadway” Joe Namath poses before the NFL Super Bowl XLVIII football game between the Seattle Seahawks and the Denver Broncos, Sunday, Feb. 2, 2014, in East Rutherford, N.J. (AP Photo/Matt Slocum)

When I think back just 53 short years ago, I am reminded of a simpler time, and a simpler Super Bowl. Actually, I wasn’t even born yet, but, my father used to tell me long tales of the great Joe Namath, or Broadway Joe as I understand he was called then.

To my father, Joe was a role model and past superstar.  Long would I be told of his football prowess and that wonderful passing arm he possessed. Of course to ME, it was just stories of a time gone by filled with colorful memories and happy moments.

Fast forward to Super Bowl 53 where we have the 2 best teams in football battling it out for rings to adorn their fingers. Each ring by the way, costs more than my house. Then, I look at the millions and millions of dollars the players and their coaches are paid to play these games. The best part is, there are only 16 games. Hell, I could have retired after just one year if I was being paid such a lucrative salary.

Anyway, I really don’t care who wins today, I will be with Dot and my friends, eating and drinking until I spill my guts, and watch wonderfully constructed commercials to laugh my ass off.

May the force be with whichever team you re rooting for, and may the long arm of Broadway Joe live on. God Bless you all…



Party On People

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Well, the picture above pretty much wraps it up for the party peeps in New Orleans. Riding the wave, my girlfriend and I donned our best boobs, drank our fill, and in general just partied like there was no tomorrow.

“Yes Dorothy”, there is no place like the French Quarter. Whisked away to a magical party every night, with or without masks, we staggered back to our hotel, slept it off, and did the same thing the next day.

I had only been in the “Big Easy” once before on business and really didn’t have a chance to party. This time however, we stayed in the French Quarter, Where the bars and clubs are plentiful, and the drinks always flowing. Plus, there is always someone to advise you where to go to grab a great meal.

Speaking of food, if you enjoy spicy food, you will be in culinary heaven. Great Gumbo’s made from rabbit, chicken, shrimp, and crayfish, to Jumbalaya that just evaporates in your mouth. Believe me when I say you will never go awry. Then, top it off with freshly made Beignets…YUMMY!!!

We took some tours; saw a lot of different things from the mansions of the stars to the criminal places where serial killers donned their weapons. We took a tour of the best of New Orleans restaurant scene where we experienced culinary Nirvana. I would travel here again in a split second.

All in all, a good time was had by all. I can’t wait to go back. Until next time Ya’ll…

Until Later…









The Parched Earth

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The Parched Earth

Gentle winds wisp across the autumn plains as

I stare beyond the vast wilderness, and think.


Too long has the sun parched ground gone without a taste of rain.

Trees and bushes once lush from the touch from Natures glory, have shriveled, and   Are burned from the sun’s deadly rays.


Woe is this parched land, crying out for the touch of Nature’s gentle rain,

 It cries out for the quenching thirst of moisture, to relieve the sun’s severity.


Then, the Heavens open their flood gates,

Rain falls like a river flowing on the open grounds, touching all, and healing all that it touches.


Praise be to Nature’s compassion, all has been saved from a sure death.

















National Joke Day


Yup, that’s right folks, today is National Joke Day. Get up and search for your best joke, and share it with all of us. I haven’t been on in a while, so, I guess it is only fitting that I tell you one of MY jokes.

So, let’s see now…Hmmmmmm…. OK, I’ve got one.

As Farmer Brown approached his neighbor’s barn, he saw Farmer Jones serenading a tractor with songs and compliments.  “What are you doing?” Farmer Brown demanded.

Farmer Jones replied, “My wife and I have been having marital difficulties, and the marital counselor said I needed to do something sexy to “a tractor.”

Hey, come on, I’m wasted and I am totally out of practice. Now it’s YOUR turn to try and make ME laugh. Good Luck…

Until Later…




No worse for the Wear


Sexy woman in pantiesFriends, colleagues, and readers, it has been a while since I have written anything because once again I have been in the hospital. Something was messed up with my liver bile ducts or something, go figure…

They put me under and did some kind of “procedure” (probably diddled me), and said I would feel like a new woman…BZZZZZZZZZZ!!! The only thing that I feel is a big empty spot in my tummy. UGH!!! I hope this feeling goes away. The Dr.’s told me I couldn’t drink for a week and guess what, today my week is over. I am actually writing this while inebriated. Ahhhhhhhhh…

So, how has everybody been doing? I missed all of you while I was away “recuperating”. I must have seen about 30 Dr.’s while I was in the hospital. It seems like each Dr. has an assistant, and then each assistant has an assistant, man; no WONDER hospital stays are so expensive.

Dot has been taking good care of me, preparing my meals, cleaning the house etc. It has been a nice change for someone else to pick up the slack for a while. Although, there were two things that I really missed:

  1. Drinking
  2. Sex

I must admit, I couldn’t stand going without sex so I cheated, I HAD to masturbate and WHAT an orgasm IT was. I just couldn’t help it but it seems I am none the worse for wear.

Pretty much back to my original self again and should be writing more soon. I just wanted to catch everybody up to date on my situation. I miss you all and hopefully will be speaking to you soon.

All my love…

Until later…


Drunken Strip Poker

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3:00 PM just woke up from my drunken sleep and I am ready to party. After all, it IS Friday night and a body has to do what a body has to do, right? Dot and I have downed our second martinis and have decided to play strip poker.

I just LOVE strip poker, especially while drinking; it gives the game a whole new side. I am a jacks or better kinda gal, no mamby pamby type of poker for me. I get crazy when someone wants to play with deuces and, the man with the axe as wilds…YUCK!!! 

Now, in MY game, you take off a piece of clothing for each hand you lose, but, the winner gets to have ANY kind of sex they want. Any thoughts on what kind I like? If you guessed S&M, you would be right.

Usually, IF Dot wins, she likes to play the DOM and make me do whatever she wants. I must admit, I also like THIS type, so really, it doesn’t matter WHO loses or wins. OK, let me tell the truth, there is NO kind of sex I DON’T like. Generally, we are both drunk as skunks and the winner is usually the one who can stay AWAKE the longest. Hahahaha.

First hand, I had a pair of queens so I opened. Usually we play 5 and 10 dollar poker so no one gets burned too badly. Dot raised me, I drew 3 cards and she drew two. Now, I had 2 queens and a side ace so I figured I was pretty good.

She rose again; I called her and DAMMET if she didn’t have 3 tens. Off came my slippers. I downed another martini and poured Dot one also. Already, I was starting to feel the martinis make me feel all warm and tingly inside.,

I just love our Friday night game nights, no one really loses, well, except for our sobriety and our preferred sexual preferences, wink!!! I’ll let you know who wins in another blog.

For now, I raise my glass to all of you and wish you a great weekend.

Until Later…





Hands, the Symphony of Love


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Soft yet sensual,

Smooth fingers that bend, and caress.

The arousing sensation created by your hands,

Moving slowly around my breast, and heightening the tension within.


Two fingers encircle my mound as you gently touch my pleasure zone.

Around and around go your fingers,

Deeper and deeper I fall within your power.

Touch me, caress me, pleasure me.


I crave you as you place your fingers within.

Up and down you slide, in and out.

Your digits are like magic as you play me like an instrument,

You are my conductor, I am your student.


Louder and louder becomes my voice,

Touch me, caress me, please me.

Then, with a crescendo, I am quiet once again.

The symphony has ended.