Beer Tasting

Hubby tried a new beer at a tavern that we visited with his parents in Atlanta. he actually loved it. And I thought the bottle looked pretty. I'm not much for beer drinking.

Under The Sheets

I woke up this morning with the most raw uninhibited urge to do something naughty, something deliciously temping... stay in bed. Under the sheets where wonderful things like epic sleep and orgasmic rest happen. So, I did. It was divine. I feel absolutely sated. 

Stay Sexy.

Love,
Yet

Yes, I do feel as Fab as I look!

I know everyone has said it, but I'm ready for spring. Plain and simple. It already feels like it here in Georgia anyway. After a dizzying couple weeks of drama and demands, I feel that things have calmed down enough for me to get back to one of my favorite past times. Blogging. 

Thank Goodness.

Oh and did I tell you that I built a little tent around my bed, just for fun. I used bed sheets and blankets and I pretended that I was in secluded camping ground just for me. It was fun. Silly. Spontaneous. You should should try it sometime. 

This Weekend I'm...

Snuggling up to this:

Reading is Sexy

Why Yes, I DO like Valentine's Day. Problem??

Valentine's Day is coming but being who I am, I can't just do the traditional charades to impress "The Man". And honestly, I am sure he has come to expect more than the average type chin-dig (as he should). So, I am thinking of a plan that he won't see coming. Something daring and sensual. I'm not going to say what it is just yet but let's just say that he won't know what hit him.

Stay Sexy,

Yet

Unexpected

Beautiful white roses.

Given to me to make me feel better.

VERY SEXY

Shout out to "The Man" who never looks at this blog anyway. He is still on my heart and doing the most random sexy things in my life's background!

Private Thoughts

Dear Diary,

Tonight, I was bold. Tonight I took a risk and I hope that the results are worth the danger. I am tense with excitement and fear, hoping that wisdom and not arrogance is what guides me. Even as I prepare to sleep, I see the first rays of morning peaking though my blinds. I ignore them. My body is heated with anticipation, much too warm for pajamas. I want only to close my eyes and wake to a message in my inbox. I pull my body pillow into my arms and its crisp coolness is welcome against my bare stomach. Even as my eyes drift closed, I wonder again exactly what makes me think that he could help me or that I could help him...

Stay Sexy,
Yet