My body is twitching and shaking.

I feel more attached to my body and indeed the world than I have in a week.

Energy flows through my body and exiting my fingertips and toes. Not disappearing as it leaves me but invigorating me as it connects me to the universe.

Even my clothes touching my skin makes shiver. Like I am jumping out of my skin. Every twitch re-ignites the fire.



Why do I forget that I can create these connections for myself and don't need anyone else. Yes, it is sweeter when shared but can also be lonely when it is used selfishly. I need this elation to reinvigorate my heart.

HNT-96

Gee, I can't believe it is Thursday already.

And late afternoon and that... I have forgotten to post...

Here is another from my flower series...

HNT-95

I don't think that Spring is ever coming to Chicago. It is still chilly here. Very chilly.

At least some days the sun shines and there are flowers blooming.

They give me ideas....

Does this ever happen to you

Have you ever been in a room so cold that your nipples get so hard that they hurt?

And by hurt I mean burning in the middle of my chest.

Sigh.

HNT-94

Hmmm, why do I think of coconuts?

The problem for me, is that the coconut is one of the food items that you either love or hate....

Like cilantro.

As this is HNT's 3rd anniversary, I would like to point out that this is my 94th post (duh) and I have been participating in one way or another since January 19, 2006.

Hope you all have a good HNT!

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Shower dreams

I was so excited to be seeing you. It has been so long since we touched.

I jumped into the shower to be ready for you, letting the hot water run down my body sluicing through the soapy foam. I washed my hair and took a few minutes to rinse it, leaning my arms agains the pebbled wall as the water poured over my head and shoulders.

The sound and heat of the water was pounding around my ears as I felt your warm breath on my neck. Nibbling your way up my neck, I shivered as your arms reached around and cupped my full breasts. And then I felt your hardness rubbing against me, searching for entry.

I arched my back and moaned begging you to find a warm entrance into my body. And you did. Sliding deeply into me, slowly and steadily, until you were buried deep within me. Your groan of satisfaction made me wild and I bucked against you, begging you to find a way deeper and deeper inside of me.

The water felt cold against my skin as you explode into me filling me with your intense heat.

I lean into the pebbles, weeping in happiness and relief as the water re-warms my skin.

Until I come to myself again.

I am alone. Still. Needing. Wanting you.

Why won't you come to me. Why must it be this hard?

Life is hard, but we are making it harder.

HNT 93

It has been another week of fun around my house, but generally calmer. And so I have been able to take a couple of minutes with my camera alone in my room. (not totally alone... the dog is lying there at the end of the bed... but she is generally just ignoring me so I might as well be alone).

I am working around the house trying to get my gardening in order. I have a series of window boxes that I am filling with herbs and lettuces. It should be a pretty clean operation but as I have very little coordination, I still manage to spill topsoil all over which includes into my crocs.

Here is the result.

PK would be so excited if he paid the slightest bit of attention to me as a women. Dirty feet have always been a favorite of his.