one of the places hidden.....

so...she says to Me...."one of the places You can find my heart, is in front of our house
in the hammock"...

That hat.......

I do not think I have ever publicly acknowledged how much I love that hat, and the value of what it represents.
You see I am very fortunate in that she saves most of herself for Me.

There are those in her life that know bits and pieces about her, but with Me..she reveals all.

Her playfulness, her despair, her joy, her desire, her vulnerability, her passion.....

It, like she, are Mine alone, and for that........ I honour her

madam, I adore you....

WTF

So, I'm wonderin..........

Why the hell is no one readin My blogs?
and if they are, how come no one comments?
and WTF, I have been on this thing for months, and 5 followers?
cmon, by now I thought it would be 5 thousand or so minimum......

Whew, ok, Man I feel better now.....

lollipop,lollipop, oh lolli lollipop....

Ok, so its not actually the lollipops themselves that I love......its the woman WITH the lollipop. I have said it before, if a candy company would describe their products the way she subtly, sensually, provocatively, and obliviously enjoys chocolate and lollipops....it would be considered PORN.

I catch her at times, times like this afternoon. When she is a million miles away in a stack of overdue budget files, and that lollipop is resting just inside those delicious red lips. Or at night when she opens a piece of chocolate and takes a bite, and then wraps the other half.....only to concede and unwrap the remainder two minutes later.

I am at those times captivated by the natural real beauty that she is and that she projects, especially when she isnt even trying.

It tugs at My heart, and makes Me smile.

That's why I carry a pocket full of candy, after all..there IS something to be said for voyeurism....

" I come to you, so silent in the night. So stealthy so animal quiet.
I'll be your savior steadfast and true,
I'll come, to your emotional rescue."

The tide....

There in the still quiet of the night, her words were soft and simple.

" it's like the waves and tide"

I was a bit puzzled, the remnants of lovemaking clouding My ability to be rational.

she continued,

"the tide allows the wave to roll and stretch but never get to far away, always calling it back to the source of its strength and origin....that's me and You"

Extend yourself My indulgence, I will always bring you back to Me.

...Is it any wonder I call her Mine?

Moments

There are those moments...

The ones where we think the sun will not dare to rise again,
The ones where we feel that life could not possibly get better,
The ones where we hold our breath in anticipation,
The ones where we dare not blink, fearing fate will rob us
The ones where we see only one other soul,
The ones where we hear true laughter,
The ones where we catch a solitary tear,
The ones where we witness pure honesty,
The ones where we experience uninhibited passion,
The ones where we participate in unspoken intimacy,
The ones where we fall victim to a subtle seduction,

Those are the moments, attributed to My indulgence...

her words..

she moves Me, like no other.

with her mind, body, soul.....and her words

We had little time this week, work demanded most of My energy and focus.
she was supportive, loving, and understanding...calling Me back to her and us, as only she can.

she laid close beside Me and soothed Me, speaking of our passion..

"i feel it stir underneath each thought of You,
it tugs at me with each breath that feeds it.
it starts in my mind, claims my heart, and dances through my veins.
it pulses with every heart beat,
i close my eyes and You whisper to my lips. "

Is it any wonder I find her irresistable, and call her Mine.

she needs Me..

she thinks I walk on water she thinks I hung the moon
she tells Me every morning,"They just don’t make Men like You"

she thinks I’ve got it together, she swears I’m as tough as nails
But I don’t have the heart to tell her, she don’t know me that well

Sometimes she cries on My shoulder, when she’s lying next to Me
But she don’t know that when I hold her, that she’s really holding Me

she don’t know how much I need her, she don’t know I’d fall apart
Without her kiss, without her touch, without her faithful, loving arms
she don’t know that it’s all about her, she don’t know I can’t live without her
she’s my world, she’s my everything
And she thinks she needs me....

Yeah, and the funny thing is, she thinks she’s the lucky one...

she thinks I walk on water
she thinks I hung the moon...

andy griggs, "she thinks she needs Me"

Just a hello of sorts...

Wanted to say hello and thank you for letting Me know about this place. I have missed reading doll's thoughts and will try to catch up on the blogs she has posted. I met she and LB briefly on another site, and it is refreshing to see her words flow freely here without hesitation or the requirement of a social security number.
I do not reveal alot of personal information in a public format, however there are several facts that will become obvious quickly:
I have found the one woman who was created for Me. In this world she is known as pebbs.
Our relationship is not limited to that of online, it transcended that some time ago.
I wont be shocked when you learn she is older than I am, you see, I already know.
My work is demanding and very time consuming and requires alot of travel.
My family is very important to Me.
I have a group of close friends, who happen to be compromised mostly of women. I trust few, but those I do, it is explicitly.
I have strong opinions which I voice, and for the record I will be offended if everyone always agrees with them.
I believe in thought provoking discussion and especially ideas and concepts of diversity.
I am not disrespectful or rude, and have very little tolerance for it in others.
Pettiness and subtle innuendos should be left for the playground and gradeschool, of which I no longer frequent.
I love to laugh, and make those around Me laugh. My humor is dry and sarcastic, you have been warned.
I really do not care who did what to you years ago, your baggage, pain and issues are your own, as are Mine. Truly there is a difference between venting therapeutically, and a constant rehashing of bullshit to damage another. Get over it already.
I absolutely do not believe that any one person regardless of knowledge is a complete authority on anything.
I am young, in fact younger than most writers online. People here display every single day that maturity, self respect, and courtesy are not guaranteed in "older" "adults".

Now, back to My beautiful indulgence.....
The only label she wears, or needs, is that of being the woman I love. In her honor, the first blog I post, will be what I said on another site about her for Valentines Day. In her case, its appropriate everyday.
I look forward to meeting some of you, reading your thoughts, and having lively thought provoking discussions when possible.

EP


pebbs,

From the beginning, what you have brought to Me is your very best.
The confidence of your self awareness was refreshing,and it continues to be.
The way you display both inward and outward grace even when undeserved, does not go unnoticed.
The character you possess is not set aside upon entrance to this online realm, it is omnipresent in every area of your life.
The respect you have professionally, and personally is earned therefore it can be enjoyed.
The way you embrace vulnerability, but abhor self pity.
The intimate places within your heart, mind, body, and soul were kept for Me alone.
you love passionately. Give your time and attention freely. Surrender with reckless abandon.
To say that I am pleased with you, or take pride in you, would not do justice..

Anyone who truly looks at you can see the above, the truth shines on its own, it requires no spotlight.
But to Me, it's the little things you do as well. The ones that you think I don't notice.....

yes the dog does sleep on the bed when we are not at home, she does it to spite you.
the way the tone of your voice changes, you can be ranting and then stop in mid sentence, and order an earl grey tea in a way that the clerk knows there is no need for extra sugar.
the fact that after a month, your still looking for corn tortillas.
why, do you even attempt to fool Me, like I don't KNOW your feet are always cold.
the way you watch that same gd movie over and over, and always cry at the same part of it.
the sound of the zipper of those boots sliding down after a long day..and yes, I know, you want the red ones.
the yoga pants rolled down at the top and the snowman slippers.
the charcoal gray latte' eye shadow, thank God we FOUND it.
the red gloves, they are NOT racing gloves. thank you officer for yet ANOTHER warning.
the way you always get up and open your office door when someone knocks, rather than simply saying Come in.
when you receive a gift from Me, if the company would describe chocolate the way you do, it would be considered porn.
irregardless of what I ask for dinner to be, we have all the ingredients....yea yea, we got that, sure we do.
the way you are afraid to make your hairdresser angry, kinda precarious since she happens to be your best friend.
yes I know you love your den, but that clock has GOT to go.
the way you read really sad books, and then cry while you tell Me about "this one scene".
that laugh, the one that originates deep within you and just spills out, smoky and sultry and uninhibited.
the way your heels sound against the tile in the kitchen.
the way you straddle My lap blocking the computer and say, turn it off no more work tonight.

you took My breath away for the first time on October 19th, since then our air supply has been shared.

Love is not about public expression, no, it thrives and grows in the places hidden from all other eyes.
That space and time when there is no crowd, no applause. When it is the environment where we bare all, mind body and soul without hesitation or fear. It is about the give and take, the ebb and flow.
It's when the door is closed, and all that remains is Me, you, and the sanctity of the moment. Regardless of the tone, tempo, or type, it is a cadence and rhythm uniquely ours.
Thank you for crossing the thresh hold with Me, and transforming a reality dotted with fantasy, into a fantastic reality.

To the woman who has the effortless ability to be subtle, passionate, sensuous, and blatantly provocative....

Happy Valentines Day My indulgence, I love you

P.s. I expect a lot of credit for not listing the fact that you bit Me so hard on the neck and left such deep scratches on My back that people thought I had a new tattoo that went bad,or that when you were house sitting the neighbor came over because of the noise, or that we had sex in the parking lot of ...

wait, taps the mic, is this still ON....?