Some Like it Hot

Gently touching your lips while I feel cup your breasts, my mind reels.

My legs are spread wide as you softly work your fingers down my thigh.

The heart pounds from the sensation of your body, soft as pillows.

Wetness forms around my garden, awaiting your mouth to pleasure me.

 

My breasts are yours, encircled by your tongue, and gently biting my nipples.

When will she get to my glory box, I think, sucking me dry while licking my forbidden button.

Kisses, slowly repeating down my inner thighs, while my body quivers in ecstasy.

I start to pant now as she works her fingers in and out of my glory hole, all the while, licking up, and around my pleasure button.

 

I am hers, I surrender as I scream out into the night, Yes, Yes, Yes!!!

It becomes no longer possible to contain my excitement, I inhale, and give her my soul.

Screaming out like a banshee, I explode like a thousand pounds of dynamite, filling the night with the relief of a lifetime.

Quiet now, I retrn the pleasure, and the music plays on.

 

 

 

 

Man With Gun Tattoo on Forehead Charged With Possessing Firearm

According to WYFF-TV, Michael Vines, 24, was arrested after he slammed his car into a power pole Saturday night.

The charges included, driving under a suspended license, driving too fast for conditions, and yup, you guessed it, possession of a firearm.

The firefighters , who were first on the scene, claimed that Michael threw out a handgun into the grass. Because he was previously arrested, the tattoo constituted of possession of a  deadly weapon.

After an exhaustive search, police found a .38 caliber handgun burrowed in long grass. The REAL gun was logged into evidence, and Michael is awaiting trial.

Some people just don’t have ANY luck…

Until Later…

 

Are Men and Women Wired Differently?

The answer is YES!!! We have an abundance of estrogen, and men have testosterone. These are the two hormones that separate the way we think. Here are just a few differences:

1 Men think about sex, about all the time, women think more about security,

2 Men will have sex anytime, women ALSO enjoy sex, we just like to be appreciated first.

3 Men are rough and tumbley, women are soft and cuddly.

4 Men are definitely more aggressive, we would rather keep the peace, UNLESS someone wants to take OUR mate, then, we are like tigers.

5 In general, women are more organized. Many times we can accomplish 3 things all at the same time.

6 Women value communication, men use it when needed.

 

The Takeaway

If you want more sex, talk to us, respect us, make us feel like we are your one and only, and occasionally do the dishes for us without being asked. You know the saying, ”Happy Wife, Happy life”, it’s true.

Just Ask Sooz

Dear Sooz:

My husband is in the Navy and is currently deployed to the Mediterranean. We always have a great sex life when he is here, however, I am getting as horny as a dog in heat.

My next door neighbor’s husband is beginning to look awful sexy to me lately. He comes out in the morning with very tight fitting shorts which pretty much shows everything.

He always says hello and sometimes we will talk. Is it wrong to covet my neighbor’s husband? I really need some action.

Horny Toad

 

Dear Horny Toad:

Wait…HOW tight WERE his shorts? Can you see his ass really well? Oh, never mind, back to the moment at hand Sooz. The correct and moral answer is, keep your cotton pickin’ hands off your neighbor’s husband’s shorts.

Remember those vows that you took when you were married, till death do us part? There are ALWAYS Dildos and Vibrators to help hold you over. Honor those vows, and screw the life out of your husband when he returns…Good luck…

 

 

 

 

Sooz’s Diary-The Realization

It was the Summer of my discontent, I was 10, school had ended for the year, and I had begged my mother at least 2 weeks before, if I could attend the carnival that St. Andy’s was having today. It was actually St. Andrews, but I always thought it was a stuffy and snotty name, so I called it St. Andy’s.

For at least 2 weeks I had been looking forward to going, as it was always a good time. Lots of food and drinks, games, and oh yes, also the rides which I loved. Mum had said yes that she would go with me, so here I was, dressed and ready for some fun.

It was 11 AM when I went downstairs into the living room, and saw my mother passed out drunk on the couch. My hopes and dreams were once AGAIN dashed by the ravages of alcohol.

At first, I started to cry, but then I remembered that my Aunt Carol said she too was going. Quickly, I ran to the phone and called her. Explaining what had happened, she advised me that indeed I could go with her and my cousins.

I left a detailed note, got my jacket, and went to wait outside for my Aunt Carol. I could hear the roar of that old station wagon all the way down at the end of my driveway, as it slowly meandered around the corner to pick me up.

Always with a smile on her face, Aunt Carol welcomed me, and away we went to the carnival. As promised, we went on all the rides, lost some money on games, and ate till my stomach seemed like it would burst.

It was the best day, even if Mum couldn’t be there to enjoy it with us. After that experience, I KNEW I couldn’t count, on my mum for anything. I was the leader of the family now at ten years of age.

This day had become an awakening for me. I realized that my Mum had an illness, and that because of unfortunate circumstances, I was elected to be HER care giver. At times, we lived on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches while she continued to drink herself into oblivion. Many nights I went to bed hungry, as Mum didn’t go out to buy food. It was always my Aunt Carol who would come over with groceries, cook the food, and while there, would see to it that Mum always went to bed clean. That woman was a Saint.

I knew from that tender age that I would NEVER end up like this ever again. Knowing that school was my best avenue out, I studied hard, learned as much as I could, and swore to myself that I would MAKE something of my life. Continued…

 

 

The Murder of a Dream

Usually, after a nice night of drinking, I fall into a deep sleep. Once asleep, I  fall into a heavy dream state, drifting into dreamland. Last night, I had  an absolutely wonderful dream.

I dreamt that I was on a plane, flying to France. With my heart racing, I had planned on asking Bella, my crush, to marry me.

Everything was planned, dotting all my I’s and crossing ll my T’s. The flowers, roses, irises, and carnations, were arranged in hearts with Bella’s name in the middle.

Balloons filled the hall, like trees line a forest. All I needed now was for Bella to walk through the door. My heart was racing, as I heard her approaching, nearing the hall door.

As  the huge hall’s portal opened,  Bella smiled with a large grin. She saw all the decorations, and from across the room, she watched as U mouthed the words I Love You.

I walked towards her, Got on one knee, and showed her the ring.  Then, I heard what sounded like a gunshot.

I immediately awoke to the sound of my neighbor having his roof repaired. The gunshots, were actually sounds from the hammers that exploded  like gongs being stricken by huge Chinese hammers.

I was asleep no more, the hammers, continually banging, woke me out of a sound sleep, thus murdering my dream.

I tried and tried to return to the dream, but without success.  Finally, I got up, went to the kitchen, poured myself a strong one, and started my day. Ugh!!!

Thunderstorms

I bow to Heaven’s gate, as the bowels of Hell are opened.

Slowly rolling clouds of black, surround a sunless sky.

In the distance, the grumbling of Natures displeasure,

Tuned to the sound of menacing claps of explosives.

 

 Ever pounding against the sweet green grass below, the Earth, quakes,

And Hades displays, that it, too, holds the power to cause the  planets to quiver.

Slowly, intermittent sun, peeks through the forbidden sheets of black,

The destructive power wanes, and the eye of God once again prevails anew.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Where Did the Term Tail Gate Come From

Years ago in Roman times, The Colosseum, hosted a variety of games. Slaves, were sent into the arena to fight gladiators, lions VS slaves, tigers VS lions, etc. The “fun” idea behind all of these games was two fold…

  1. Sportsmanship and gambling
  2. Fun

Mow one of the favorite Saturday night games was where a gate was set up in the middle of the stadium, then, a lion would be sent in with a slave. The idea was to have the slave run his ass all around the stadium trying to stay alive, while the bet would be to see if the lion could get his tail caught in an opening and closing gate.

The bet, would be to pick a time on when:

  1. The slave would die
  2. When the lion would get his tail extracted by the gate

The closest patron to one of the times would win a percentage of the gate. The idea was, if you were LUCKY enough to pick BOTH the closest times. If you won, you could walk away with several thousand Drachmas, and never have to work again. The term for this game was called “Tail Gating”. Thus, the term was born.

Today, “Tail Gating”, is obviously a bit different. There are NO lions or slaves, and no swinging gates. Instead, there is food, and enough alcohol consumed to fill an ER. Which is better, I don’t know, I kinda like the swinging gate thingy. YOU be the judge…

Until Late…

 

 

 

 

Is Stage Hypnosis Real

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For years before I studied Psychology, I would attend the local state fair. There always seemed to be a stage show featuring a hypnotist. I would attend and watch carefully as people were told they couldn’t move their entwined fingers, get off their chairs, or even act like certain animals.

At the time, I surmised that these were all folks, just playing along with the performer. I would have sworn that there really was no such thing as hypnotism or anything as absurd as folks ACTUALLY acting like chickens.

I started to read several books on the subject as this “odd” science intrigued me. After reading a few books, as interesting as they were, I was still NOT convinced that anything that could make people do crazy things COULD be true.

It wasn’t until I myself decided to undergo the process, did I begin to believe that there really might be something to this. While I was waiting in the patients  waiting room, I spoke to a woman who was there to quit smoking. She told me this was her third session there, and that she used to be a three pack smoker per day.

She told me that after only one session, she was down to only a pack a day. I asked her about the hypnotist and what he did, and she advised me that he had her close her eyes, and focus on herself in an elevator g slowly descending floor by floor. With each floor she reached, (10 in all), she would become more and more relaxed until she fell asleep.

To me, this was an interesting concept because I had already read about this technique. She said that she no longer felt the NEED to smoke, and thus was slowly cutting down. I gotta tell ya, I was impressed.

When I went in for my session, (Couldn’t get to sleep), he took me through the same patter. I too felt as though I fell asleep. After only two sessions, I was sleeping better. The hypnotist taught me a technique to use to SELF hypnotizes myself, and after that, I never felt better. I use this technique even now when I find it difficult to fall asleep.

I must say, after taking all the Psych. courses, and learning HOW to hypnotize people, I have now become a true believer. I still go to the State fair and to the stage shows, but NOW, I have a much better understanding how they work, and now I thoroughly enjoy them.

Until Later…

 

 

Just Ask Sooz

Dear Sooz:

I have a disturbing question to ask you. My granddaughter who is 15, had not been sleeping very well at night for quite a while. I’ve asked her several times as to why, and she always replies with “I don’t know”.

Her lack of sleep started to affect her mental stability, as well as her grades in school. I didn’t know where to turn until a friend of mine suggested a psychiatrist friend of hers.

Sooz, I didn’t know what to do as I have never been, nor, have I known anyone around me who has been to one. Finally, I could stand it no longer and decided to take her. After 2 or three sessions, the Dr. suggested Hypnosis, as she suspected my granddaughter had what she called a suppressed memory or memories.

She asked if was OK to put her under, so like an uninformed person, I said yes in hopes it would help her. When she was under, the Dr. regressed her through previous times in her childhood.

I observed as my granddaughter shivered and then shouted out as if she were in pain. I must say, I was very uncomfortable. When the Dr. asked her what was going on, my granddaughter responded that she was being raped by her older brother. I nearly fell off my seat, Sooz.

You see, I have raised her since she was a baby, and she has had no contact with her brother from a different mother. I was flabbergasted.

My question is, how could this be? There is absolutely no way the event she described could have happened. When I asked the Dr., she explained that she “believed” what my granddaughter had seen, and that she would need several, more sessions to get to the bottom of the problem.

Is it possible that these memories could be wrong? Again, I can’t see any substance to them. When I took my granddaughter home, I asked her about her brother. She stated that she has never seen him. That night, she slept like a baby. What is happening here? Can you shed some light?

Confused Grandmother

 

Dear Confused Grandmother:

I am NOT a DR. but, I do have a masters in Psychology and can tell you what I THINK. Many times recalled memories are a fallacy. As Dr. Stephen Gans says, “While we all experience memory failures from time to time, false memories are unique in that they represent a distinct recollection of something that did not actually happen. It is not about forgetting or mixing up details of things that we experienced; it is about remembering things that we never experienced in the first place.”

A false memory is a mental experience that is mistakenly taken to be a veridical representation of an event from one’s personal past. Memories can be false in relatively minor ways (e.g., believing one last saw the keys in the kitchen when they were in the living room) and in major ways that have profound implications for oneself and others (e.g., mistakenly believing one is the originator of an idea or that one was sexually abused as a child).”

The above is what I believed happened to your granddaughter. These things are tricky, as Psychiatry and Hypnosis are neither EXACT sciences perfected through the test of time.

My take away is that as long as your granddaughter CONTINUES sleeping OK, I would think no more of it, and release this distasteful experience from your mind.

Good Luck…

 References:https://www.verywellmind.com/what-is-a-false-memory-2795193