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Posted on Wed, Feb 10, 2010 09:36

I walked into the club for a birthday party, feeling sultry, vibrant, alive and vivacious! The room hushed when I opened the heavy, metal door and entered the dark room. I stood in the doorway for a second, against the backdrop of the moonlit sky. I paused, and then walked forward, as I felt the eyes of the hosts (a group of promoters and other men, who I presumed to be their "boys") fix upon my silhouette. Their smiles of approval assured me that the black, curve hugging, knee length wrap-dress was a perfect choice for the evening. It was 10:00pm, but the party had started at 8:00. I didn't MEAN to arrive two hours tardy, but my taxi showed up late. That was my story and I was sticking to it. :)  Heading to the bar, I sashayed past the group of men, while smiling and strolling, ensuring each step swayed to the sound of the music. Finally, as I arrived at my seat, a tall, medium brown gentleman, sporting fitted jeans and a muscle-hugging t-shirt approached and asked to sit in the vacant seat beside me. Flashing a bright smile, with the right end of his mouth curving downward, he leaned towards me as flattering complements spilled from his thick, full lips. I tried to focus my eyes upon his face, but as he leaned, his muscles peaked from his snug, body conforming t-shirt, clinging for dear life and hugging every bulge. My heart began to race and adrenaline surged through every inch of my body from my head to my freshly painted toes. His voice heightened the adrenaline and awakened my half-sleep libido. He had that "it" thang going on and I had to let him know. Subtly, while smiling, I tossed my hair and strategically placed one strand behind my right ear lobe. I swear his pectorals danced at the movement of my hand. And that put a wide, approving grin on Momma Kia's face. His body was responding to my movements and mine delightfully "danced" at his every word and gesture. As the evening wore on, we danced together, apart and together again. When apart, our eyes followed one another, like lonely "lost" puppies, yearning for their playmate. What was it about him that awakened every molecule of my body? It was that "magic" about which a recent blogger had spoken. That "thing" that I could not explain, which made me yearn for his words, his body, the tantalizing scent of his manly cologne. Could it have been pheromones, the chemical to which we humans respond? I don't know, but whatever it was, it left an indelible impression in my mind and insatiable desire in my body, whicn causes me to think of him, days after the event.

Have you ever experienced this? What was your experience, and how should one respond once the "chemistry" has been ignited? Hmmm, food for thought.  I'm eager for your response...



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Posted on Fri, Feb 12, 2010 18:21

Quoting Curious2078

Film noir...or are we going back to literature noir a la Dashiell Hammet????

I'm telling you, girlfriend....get it all in order....put a book together....you are wasting your talent here where it can't make any money for you.....

Pat

And, P.S.:  That's it.  I'm done with my encouragements.  Nobody is paying me to try to set your literary ass on fire---so this is my last encouragement.  I get nothing out of trying to encourage you unless you actually get encouraged....  Moved.  And move on....  And let me know about it....  Still....all I see you doing is blogging here....  All good in itself...but .no damn good for your talent. 

Enuf said......

Hope you move forward...........

Pat--one damn impatient "bitch."

 



Yes ma'am! I hear you loud and clear!!!!! I'm on it! Okay, Imma stop blogging and start writing for money! I have a girlfriend who is a psychologist who told me the same thing....stop writing your life story for FREE and do something. I appreciate you and your no none-sense approach. I LOVE it! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! My ass is on fire, now after all you just said...how could it NOT be? Thanks sooooo much!!!!



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Posted on Fri, Feb 12, 2010 17:43

Film noir...or are we going back to literature noir a la Dashiell Hammet????

I'm telling you, girlfriend....get it all in order....put a book together....you are wasting your talent here where it can't make any money for you.....

Pat

And, P.S.:  That's it.  I'm done with my encouragements.  Nobody is paying me to try to set your literary ass on fire---so this is my last encouragement.  I get nothing out of trying to encourage you unless you actually get encouraged....  Moved.  And move on....  And let me know about it....  Still....all I see you doing is blogging here....  All good in itself...but .no damn good for your talent. 

Enuf said......

Hope you move forward...........

Pat--one damn impatient "bitch."

 



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