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Why You Should Take a Naked Selfie Every Month
Posted:Jan 9, 2019 8:50 am
Last Updated:Jan 18, 2019 4:30 pm
Gotcha! This is not about what you may think. It's about making New Year's resolutions that you could help you to live longer.

Take A Naked Selfie Every Month
Melanoma kills more than 9,000 people each year, according to the Skin Cancer Foundation, and one great way to lower your risk is to do a monthly self-check for new moles or moles that change in appearance. This is why a monthly selfie is essential. Who can remember from month to month if a mole changed in appearance or if the lesion you noticed last month grew or disappeared? This is something that I subscribe to.

Become A Pet Owner
A study showed dog owners had a 15 per cent lower risk of death caused by cardiovascular disease than non-dog owners. (The research took place over an 11-year period with Swedes aged 40 to 80 with no history of cardiovascular disease.). I a dog owner and guaranteed to get out walking her at least 2 x per day. It's also a very social activity as she is super friendly and wants to meet everyone.

Make Friends
Resolve to make more friends this year. And no, that doesn't more FB friends, IG connections, or even 'friends', but in-person, authentic relationships. Scientists asked super-agers (people in their 80s with the mental agility of a 50- to 60-year-) and non-superagers (average-for-age) to complete a questionnaire about their psychological well-being. The compelling difference between the two groups is that the super-agers had higher levels of positive social relationships than the non-superagers. I volunteer with Seniors and have seen first-hand the difference between those who get out and about versus those who are housebound and isolated.

Have A Little Faith
What does 115-year- Kane Tanaka attribute her longevity to? It’s her faith in God. And a study published in PLOS one reveals she may be onto something. Study authors point to the effects that church attendance has on mortality. For example, things like compassion, respect, charity, humility, meditation, and inter-connectedness with others are all benefits attributed to having religious practices.A highly personal choice and can also vary depending on the age demographic of the religious institution

Punch Out On Time
The American Journal of Epidemiology suggests that there’s a whopping 40 per cent increased risk of coronary heart disease among those who work 50 hours or more each week. Another study revealed workers who logged in more than 60 a week for 30 tripled their risk of heart disease, cancer, diabetes, and arthritis.The baby boomers certainly can attest to this.

Make An Appointment For This Test
If you’re turning 50 this year and haven’t had a colon screening, you should put it on your list. Fecal testing, flexible sigmoidoscopy, and colonoscopy are three screenings that contributed to a 52 per cent drop in deaths from colon cancer. A study published in the Gastroenterology Journal kept tabs on Kaiser Permanente’s massive outreach that began in 2006 to get their patients screened for colon cancer. Overall, Kaiser Permanente patients are now 28 per cent less likely to die from colon cancer than patients nationwide. I can personally attest to the benefits of this type of screening

Start Drinking Green Tea
More than 40,000 Japanese adults aged 40 to 79 were followed for 11 to investigate the association between drinking green tea and mortality associated with heart disease and stroke. The results, published in JAMA, revealed people who drank five cups or more daily were less likely to die from heart disease and stroke during the study. In fact, for heart disease, 31 per cent of women and 22 per cent of men were less likely to die from heart disease and 42 per cent of women and 35 per cent of men from a stroke. You should check to make sure there are no interactions with any medications you may be taking. I was surprised that I am not to drink it, so I enjoy other types.

Make A Playdate
Researchers found an interesting correlation between social sports and longevity. A study in the Mayo Clinic Proceedings showed that team sports added to your life. About 8,500 adults were followed for up to 25 and asked to name their primary form of exercise. The answers pointed to social sports as improving life expectancy. Playing tennis netted 9.7 , badminton served up an additional 6.2 , and soccer scored an extra 4.7 .Walking and hiking are great exercises but are often done individually

If You Have An Immediate Relative With Diabetes, Do This
Diabetes can sneak up on you and, if left uncontrolled, contributes to heart disease, kidney disease, blindness, and amputations. If you have an immediate relative with diabetes, the AMA recommends testing, which is usually a simple fasting glucose test of your blood sugars. Regardless of an immediate relative with diabetes, if you have a history of heart disease, high blood pressure or cholesterol, polycystic ovary syndrome, or physical inactivity, resolve to get your blood sugars tested. This should be part of you annual blood screening as things can change.

Start Flossing
Brushing just isn’t enough. Any food particles that get missed can sit there, day after day, rotting in in your teeth and gums. That bacteria inflame your gums, which can pull away from the tooth causing pockets and more places for leftover food to hang out. Besides potential tooth and bone loss, your heart will the price as the bacteria find their way to your arteries causing plaque, more inflammation which causes arteries to narrow. Daily flossing can add 6.4 yrs to your life. Take care of your teeth and your body will thank you.

Together At Last
Posted:Jan 5, 2019 4:53 pm
Last Updated:Jan 12, 2019 8:29 pm
‘You going to say something here?”. He was voice was wary. “You know, that’s how a conversation usually goes. I say something and then you say something.”

“No,” she said and she didn’t. Instead, she did what she had been dying to do. She took a step forward, went up on her toes, wrapped her arms around his neck, closed her eyes and kissed him. The electricity between them was undeniable.

For a moment, he didn’t move, while her tongue slid between his lips and she pressed herself with abandon against every hard, muscular inch of him. His mouth was hot and tasted faintly of coffee. He drew a deep shuddering breath and kissed her back. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her even tighter against him and kissed her with a hunger that made her dizzy. The kiss itself was so exciting that she trembled. His body was bigger than hers, far more muscular, unmistakably masculine.

“I want you so much,” she whispered.

His eyes blazed into hers. Then, unexpectedly that quick grin of his appeared and just as quickly was gone. “I think that’s my line,” he said and kissed her again while she clung to him with the pent-up desire of a thousand daydreams.

Her heard spun, her heart pounded and her legs trembled. She rocked against him, sliding her fingers into his newly-long hair, kissing him as if she would die if she didn’t, wanting to make him as hot as he making her.

His hand found her breast through her bustier. The pleasure of it made her knees buckle under her. Her nipple heated and swelled under his caress. His mouth left hers to trail, hot wet kisses along her jawline.

“Please make love to me,” she implored.

When he kissed her, his mouth was hard and hot. He was still kissing her as he picked her up easily, swinging her clear off her feet. He turned, took two strides to reach the bed. ”I have been thinking about this for so damned long,” His suddenly hoarse voice sounded nothing at all like his usual drawl as he laid her down gently.

She remembered how she had hated him not more than ten minutes before. But of course she never really hated him. She had wanted him for as long as she could remember.

He lifted himself up to pull his t-shirt over his head and tossed it aside. He looked down at her, taking in every inch of her bronzed body, “Sexy,” he said as he started unfastening his jeans.

“Hurry up,” she encouraged him. She arched her back a little and reached out to stroke his hard-muscled thigh.

“Two seconds and you’re mine,” he said as he finished stripping with swift, efficient movements, ridding himself of his jeans and boxer-briefs.

She let her eyes take all of him in. She saw that his torso was wide through the chest and narrow through the waist and hips. He had tight, toned abs and long, powerful-looking legs. He didn’t have a lot of body hair but what he did have was dark and formed a wedge in the middle of his chest before arrowing down to….she followed that trail with her eyes and caught her breath.

He came down on the bed beside her and kissed her again. His hands touching her everywhere.

While kissing him, she ran her hands along the width of his shoulders and down his back, loving the damp heat of his skin and the flexing strength of his muscles.

His hot, wet mouth found her breasts, suckling one nipple at a time. His thigh slid between her legs, parting them, rocking up against that part of her that ached and burned and wept for him. She gasped against his lips. His hand stroking her, caressing her and finally delving inside her velvety folds. She lost all conscious thought as she moaned and moved and dug her nails into his back.

His fingers moved within her, sliding in and out, like a slow-handed expert who knew his way around a woman’s body. She arched against his hand as her body pulsed with tremors.

“Easy baby,” he murmured as his lips left hers to trail hot , kisses down her neck, over the dark-tipped globes of both breasts and along the centre of her rib cage.

She was breathing in fast little pants, her pulse racing like she’ d been running for miles as his fingers continued to work their magic on her.

His mouth inched its way down between her legs, crawling with exquisite slowness over the satiny mound with its tiny strip of fur, making her squirm and lift her hips off the mattress and grab fistfuls of sheet.

Finally his hands were beneath her, cupping her bottom and holding her still for him, licking and kissing where she most wanted him to as she cried out again and again.

“You taste like strawberries,” he said in a low voice. “I have been wondering forever how you taste.”

He lifted himself up and over her, wrapping his arms tightly around her. She could taste herself on his lips and with no warning, he thrust inside her. It was so unbelievably good, just what her body ached for – even the sudden fierceness of it was just what she had been craving. She wrapped her legs around his waist and cried out again and again as she came in deep, shattering waves. With a final groan, he plunged himself deep into her and held himself there until he found his own release.

For several long moments, they lay there together. This, she realized, was exactly what she had been wanting for far too long.

Wanting Him
Posted:Jan 4, 2019 1:49 pm
Last Updated:Jan 7, 2019 6:18 pm
The electricity generated by that soft, almost tender kiss was so strong it practically ignited the air. She froze for an instant, absorbing it's intensity. He kissed her again, his lips teasing her mouth, barely there, yet nonetheless, managing to make her heart flutter, and her loins clench.

She knew she shouldn't want this, shouldn't want him. But she did.

He let go of her wrist at last, sliding his hands along her palms to clasp hers, keeping her trapped beneath him while still planting those soft, little kisses on her mouth, She didn't turn her face away, didn't resist or reject him - she didn't want to, even though she knew she should. Instead, her fingers intertwined with his and her body arched up under his while she closed her eyes.

Her heart beat in slow, tremulous beats. Her body tightened with quivering anticipation. But she still tried to keep her head, to keep some kind of control, reminding herself that she was caught up in some kind of nefarious game that she didn't understand and but that he was part of too. And he was probably dangerous and she certainly didn't trust him and ….

It didn't matter.

He let her take the lead then, let her kiss him and she pressed her lips to his. Plying his lips with hers, her pulse accelerating until she could hear it drumming in her ears; her heart pounded fast and strong.

HIs lips were dry ad warm and firm. She had wanted to kiss them for so long that now that it was finally happening, she couldn't seem to get enough of the feel of them against hers.

'I have wanted him forever', she reminded herself.

She pressed her soft, full breasts against his chest and slowly licked his lips, letting go of everything, except for the way she felt about him. His mouth was hot, wet and exciting and she couldn't get enough of it, until he
broke the spell.

"No!' He was voice low and husky. "This is a mistake', he grumbled.

She opened her eyes and saw that his mouth had gone all grim and his jaw was taut, his eyes were narrowed and glaring down at her.

There was no doubt that he wanted her. His body was aroused. She could feel the physical evidence of it against her. Every muscle in his body felt rigid. But he was holding himself perfectly still as if engaged in some kind of inner battle that she could only guess at.

"Let me go then," she said, her words taunting him.

"You make it sound so easy," he mumbled.

Before she could react, his mouth was on hers again. He pushed a thigh between hers. He knew what he was doing. He knew how to tease her, how to thrill her and how to ignite her to her soul.

Time felt suspended. They were ready to give themselves completely over to one another.

Suddenly, he stopped, pushed himself up off of her.

"I told you this was wrong" he snarled at her as he turned around and walked away from her, never looking back.

A Time for Reflection # 49
Posted:Jan 1, 2019 9:23 am
Last Updated:Jan 17, 2019 8:53 am
As the page 📖 has turned from one year to the next, I like to sit back and reflect on things in terms of my time on this site and personally, out in the 'real world'.

2018 was an interesting year, filled with highs and lows.

People bickering on here about the proper use of blogs, erotic stories and the magazine section. Others complaining about being bombarded with unwelcomed 'dick pics'. Some trying to publicly shame those who couldn't accept No for an answer. The push to be #1 on the various blog lists. People 'threatening' to leave, then back-pedalling. Friendships questioned.

Personally, I have discovered how much I enjoy the freedom to fill my 'space' the way that I am comfortable. I didn’t set out with a goal of achieving a certain number of ‘watchers’ 👀 nor do I post expecting a certain number of comments ✍️. However, whenever someone takes time 🕰 out of their day to stop by my space, it really is a bonus. 💯 never looked and felt so good.

I allowed myself to get drawn into the 'blog wars'. The pettiness of the 'she said, she said' nonsense really has no place on here. Going forward, I will not do that again. Unless something derogatory is directed at me personally, I will keep my mouth shut.

I also had the opportunity to travel 🏙 to some places I had only read about or seen on tv. I also enjoyed being a tourist in my own city and country. I am looking to do more this year.

I am an avid reader, signing out 10-12 books 📚 every 21 days. Many new authors caught my attention and have been added to my 'must-read list'.

Movies 🎥 are something else I enjoy, though some will argue otherwise. Amongst the 'gems' I saw were: 'Molly's Game'; 'The Book Club'; 'Crazy Rich Asians'; 'Sharkwater Extinction' and 'A Star Is Born'.

I lost a dear Aunt who was like a second Mother to me. She was the rock of the family and ruled with an iron fist. However I could talk to her about anything and I miss her dearly.

I also came face-to-face with my own mortality. I was told more than once, that I must have a guardian angel 👼🏻 looking out for me and that many don't survive. Seeing my specialist beaming from ear-to-ear while he told me that the reason I am still here is because I am a strong, resilient woman, is an image I will never forget. I am not totally out of the woods yet, but I can assure you, life is precious and should never be taken for granted. I will continue to get stronger and put myself first and foremost.

So why do I stay on here? Because I can. I don't have to explain myself to anyone. I do smile when I am told that I am 'way too normal' or 'far too nice' to be on here. I am me. I don't try nor pretend to be anyone else. Who you encounter on here, is the same woman who would meet 'out there'.

Today is the first day of 2019. I can’t wait to see how it unfolds!

When You Have Had Too Much
Posted:Dec 30, 2018 4:46 am
Last Updated:Dec 31, 2018 12:46 am
The holiday season wasn’t made for moderation. And certainly not on December 31, the biggest event of the year, when it can be easy to overindulge in food and especially drink. In case it happens to you, here are some sure-fire, if not seemingly unusual hangover cures, from each of our provinces.

British Columbia: Kombucha
The murky-looking blend of water, tea and sugar is fermented, which means it’s great for gut health and getting your digestive system back on track after a night of debauchery. To aid your recovery, most kombuchas are loaded with additional health-boosting ingredients such as charcoal and ginger. Hmmm I have a friend who drinks Kombucha and the look of it makes me gag.

Alberta: The Caesar
Canadians consume an estimated 350-million Caesars each year. Created by a Calgary bartender in 1969 for the launch of an Italian restaurant, it is similar to a Bloody Mary, but pays homage to Italian flavours. The classic recipe calls for a shot of vodka, tomato and clam juices, a few dashes of Worcestershire, hot sauce and salt and pepper in a salt-rimmed glass. Add a stalk of celery as garnish. I enjoy a spicy, cold Caesar, anytime.

Saskatchewan: Pickle juice
Whether they’re store-bought or homemade, there’s a jar of pickles in every good Saskatchewanian’s fridge. Try guzzling down pickle juice straight from the jar. They also make locally-distilled dill pickle vodka. Never heard of dill pickle vodka before. Not sure 🤔 I would like it.

Manitoba: Sacred Boreal Wildcraft Tea
Hand-picked in northern Manitoba, Sacred Boreal Wildcraft Tea is the province’s best hangover cure. Blending white pine, sweetgrass and sage—all traditionally used by Indigenous peoples to relieve indigestion and reduce inflammation—this herbal tea is a tasty way to rid yourself of a whole host of post-party ailments. I love tea 🍵 and would try this.

Ontario: Vitamin infusions
There are wellness clinics that specialize in intravenous detox therapies. Chock full of vitamins and minerals, the IV-administered treatments aim to restore the hydration and electrolytes that your body craves after a night of heavy drinking. If you really made a night of it, consider a “Recovery Infusion” that adds anti-nauseants, antacids and pain meds into the mix. Have spent enough time in hospitals 🏥. Sure as heck wouldn’t be doing IVs for ‘fun’.

Quebec: Poutine
Can you imagine indulging in grease, salt and carbs when you’re feeling a little green around the gills? The key ingredients are fries, fresh cheese curds and gravy—the way it was originally made in Quebec in the 1950s. Since poutine is slang for “mess” it doesn’t matter at all how it looks; it’s how this gravy-soaked snack makes you feel the morning after that’s important. This sounds like the last thing that would work but my friends in Quebec, swear it does!

New Brunswick: Samosas
The triangular-shaped Indian snacks made of spiced meat, potato and vegetables in a fried pastry shell pack just enough heat to help you sweat out toxins. I have had some Samosas that made my face turn red so can understand why this would work!

Nova Scotia: Donairs
The official food of Halifax, donairs are essentially pita sandwiches crammed with spit-roasted beef, tomato and onion, and drizzled with a sweet, garlicky sauce. Nova Scotians know that eating a donair right before you go to sleep, helps the room from spinning. Pretty much every pizza place in the province serves up this preventative hangover cure until the wee hours of the morning.
Never had one but I would try them.

Prince Edward Island: Fries (with the works)
While there’s no official definition of what constitutes “fries with the works,” the delicacy can contain anything from ground beef or pork to peas, carrots, mushrooms or onions (drenched in gravy, obviously) atop their world-famous spuds. Sounds too heavy and greasy, but apparently is effective.

Newfoundland and Labrador: Jiggs’ Dinner
The traditional meal consists of salt beef, cabbage, potato, carrot, turnip, pease pudding and usually roast turkey or pork—all boiled together in the same pot. If any one of these ingredients is absent, it’s not considered a proper Jiggs’ Dinner. For the full restorative effect, some folks even recommend downing the “pot liquor”—the water that’s left over after the boiled ingredients have been removed from the pot. With all due respect, sounds like just too much!

100 and It Feels Good
Posted:Dec 29, 2018 8:04 am
Last Updated:Jan 1, 2019 7:56 am

...Blog Watchers that is.

While this number may seem inconsequential compared to the other bloggers who have 100s, if not 1000s of watchers, it is very meaningful to me. It also has a nice look 💯 and sound 🎉 to it.

Whether you drop by occasionally or are a regular visitor who comments, I do appreciate each and everyone of you.

Merry Christmas To All
Posted:Dec 25, 2018 12:17 am
Last Updated:Jan 7, 2019 4:58 pm
May peace ☮️, love ❤️ and comfort 🙏 surround you now and forever.

The Best Christmas Gifts 🎁.....
Posted:Dec 21, 2018 7:45 am
Last Updated:Dec 26, 2018 9:52 am
....cost nothing, but are priceless and last forever in our hearts.

To Your Enemy – Forgiveness
To An Opponent – Tolerance
To A Friend – Your Heart ❤️
To Every Child – A Good Example
To Yourself – Respect

What gift do you want to give or receive this year?
When is it too much?
Posted:Dec 15, 2018 9:40 am
Last Updated:Dec 28, 2018 7:15 am
Too much of anything can turn into an addiction . The word “addiction” suggests gambling, drinking, and drugs. But there are other habits, behaviors, and even beauty products that are surprisingly addictive. Here's a few you may not be aware of.

Lip Balm
Have you ever sat with a friend and watched as he or she applied and then reapplied lip balm repeatedly? There's actually a scientific reason for it. The ingredients in some products can end up being super drying, which prompt you to feel the need to keep reapplying in a vicious cycle. The person can also be very used to the textural feeling on his or her lips so when they don't have the product on, they feel that something is missing. I know people like this. Do you?

Teeth Whitening
It’s one thing to use whitening strips regularly to remove red wine and coffee stains. It’s quite another to be addicted to bleaching your teeth. There’s even a term for it: ‘Bleachorexia’ refers to being addicted to bleaching teeth. Overuse or misuse of whitening products such as lasers, strips, gels, rinses, or pastes can cause noticeable sensitivity, tooth pain, gum irritation, and weakened enamel, often temporary, but sometimes more permanent. At worst, teeth begin to demineralize with time, since whitening products strip tooth enamel resulting in transparent-looking teeth. Never tried it and now I never will.

Exercise addiction is well established in the scientific literature and usually means that your day isn’t complete unless you’ve gotten in a run, hit the gym, or hopped on a bike. Exercise addicts tend use exercise as a coping strategy to control emotions. Is this what 'gym rats' are?

Plastic Surgery
Plastic surgery can quickly become an addiction for some. Patients seeking Botox often start out wanting to look ‘natural’ . Once they see how Botox smooths out fine lines and relaxes deep furrows, they notice small lines when they make expressions, and they want those gone too. Pretty soon, if the physician lets them, the ‘natural’ look becomes frozen. Other common “addictions” include facial fillers, especially in the lips and cheeks, and liposuction. “Procedural ‘addicts’ are usually unaware of their addiction and most often need to be turned away by their plastic surgeon. This type of patient literally skips from office to office until someone agrees to give them what they want. It is usually the surgeon or injector who makes the diagnosis of ‘addiction.’ I don't know anyone personally who are like this but there seem to be many examples of celebrities who are.

With 45 million Americans said to have at least one tattoo—and of that , 32 percent say they’re addicted—the question is why? Addiction is psychosomatic. If you imagine that tattoos can change people’s perception of you, you can believe that a new image on your skin will impress others, boost your self-esteem, and eliminate the need for more needlework. Several celebrities seem to fall into this category

If you’re perpetually in need of retail therapy, take note. Turns out there are as many reasons to becoming addicted to shopping as there are shopping addicts. Some of the motivators include wanting to feel better about yourself or to feel more secure. Shopping can also be a way to soothe oneself, to feel more in control or to fill an internal void. How do you know if you’re an addict? If shopping is your equal opportunity all-purpose mood changer, if you’ve tried to stop and have been unable to, if you’re hiding purchases or bills, and/or if you’re lying about this to yourself and to others. Ever seen the hoarder shows on tv? Yikes!

Tanning addiction is very common, particularly among young men and women between the ages of 18 and 30. More than 460,000 cases of skin cancer in the United States, Europe, and Australia each year are linked to indoor tanning. How do you know if you’re addicted? If you find you’re going to the tanning salon more often or staying in the tanning bed longer, that could be a sign of dependence. Never tried it nd never will.

Pulling your Hair
The clinical term for this is ‘trichotillomania’ and it’s when someone can’t stop twisting or pulling their hair out. It often doesn’t just stop with the hair on the head, either. Some people will pull the hair on their eyebrows or even eyelashes as a compulsive urge or mindless habit, such as when they are zoned out watching TV. I have known people who do this and it's so distracting when trying to have a conversation with them.

Extreme Sports
Those who enjoy extreme sports such as rock climbing, snowboarding, mountain biking, and more are often labeled as “adrenaline junkies” because they are addicted to the thrill and feeling of euphoria of doing such activities. A study published in the Journal of Behavioral Addictions found that when people don’t do these activities over an extended period, they go through symptoms of withdrawal consistent with addictive behaviours. Do you know anyone like this?

Chewing Ice
Called ‘pagophagia’ chewing ice is considered a form of pica, a type of eating disorder in which someone feels the need to chew items that have no nutritional value. Ice cravings may be specific to an iron deficiency, as well as a red flag for obsessive-compulsive disorder or another developmental issue. I used to do this and cracked many fillings.

Whether you enjoy having sex (and therefore feel like you need to have a lot of it) or can’t stop looking at porn, you may have 'hypersexual disorder'. The disorder also means your brain is hardwired similar to someone who has a gambling or drug addiction, making it difficult to give up that behaviour. Is that why many people join this site?

Is there something that you simply cannot resist? Is it controlling your life?

Choosing Him
Posted:Dec 13, 2018 1:10 am
Last Updated:Dec 16, 2018 5:09 am
"I don't know about you, but as far as I concerned, the usual rules don't apply here," he said while looking directly at her.

She handed him the other glass of brandy. He took it and swallowed some.

"So?' she prompted.

He lowered the glass, his eyes smouldering. "So we get to make up the rules as we go along," he responded.

She drank a little more brandy to fortify herself and lowered the glass slowly, proud of her control. "Okay," she replied.

He closed the distance between them, stopping less than a foot away. His eyes never left her face.

"Got any?" he asked.

"Any what?" she asked.

"Any rules I should know about?"

She knew her answer would determine whatever would happen next. She really ought to think long and hard before responding but quickly decided, to hell with thinking. "No." she said. "No I can't think of any rules that apply. At least not tonight."

He set his glass down on the counter. "I want to be very sure about what's going on here."

"In all honesty, I haven't got a frickin' clue," she responded.

"Do you want me?"

She took a deep breath. "So much for the subtle approach," she giggled.

He caught her chin with the tips of his fingers. "I not good with the subtle approach. I to be sure. I a yes or a no."

"Yes," she whispered. "But only if you want me, too."

He smiled that rugged, manly, sexy smile of his that left her breathless.

"That's important to you?" he asked.

"Yes, otherwise it would be disaster, for both of us."

"Good to know." He took her glass from her unresisting hand and placed it on the counter. Then he cupped her face between his palms. "Just to be clear, I want you too."

"You're sure?"


He leaned in close, pinning her slowly, relentlessly against the kitchen counter with the weight of his body. The kiss started out as a slow burn. His mouth moved deliberately on hers, seducing her..

But she didn't to be seduced. She was shivering with anticipation. She knew the risks and was to accept them. Tonight she was going to do what she wanted to do and let tomorrow be another day.

Her decision set her free, in ways she couldn't have imagined. For once, she was not trying to think logically, not trying to it safe. For once, she simply did not give a damn about the risks involved.

She reached up to grab his shoulders. Everything about him was hard, toned and on fire. She knew that in setting herself free, she had freed him also.

It was as if lightning struck as he grabbed her around the waist and lifted her up onto the counter. Her robe fell aside. He pushed her knees apart. She wrapped her legs around his waist and wrapped her arms around his neck.

He groaned, swept her off the counter and started towards the bedroom as she clung to him. There was something very focused about the way he carried her down the hall.

He fell with her onto the rumpled bed. She came down on top of him. He pulled the robe off her shoulders, yanked the sleeves down her arms and tossed it aside. A moment later, her hauled her nightgown up over head and flung it out of the way. His hands closed gently over her breasts.

She fought to get rid of his t-shirt and then started to work on he zipper of his jeans. He was fully aroused, his erection thrust firmly against his jeans. The zipper resisted. She took a firmer grip on it and was ready to yank hard.

He sucked in his breath and stopped her with his hand.

"I will take care of it," he said.

She rolled onto her side as he got up, stripped off his jeans and then stepped out of his boxers. He lowered himself alongside her, pulling her towards him. One of his hands moved onto her, fingers trailing up her thigh. When she touched him, she discovered his back was damp with sweat.

He found her hot, wet core with his fingers and she gave herself over to the arousing sensation. A fierce urgency tightened her lower body. She was stunned to realize that she was on the brink of climaxing. She hadn't even plugged in her vibrator.

'Now," she commanded. She clenched her fingers in his hair. "Do it now!"

He moved between her legs. She raised her knees, welcoming him. He entered her slowly, pushing deep. She had never felt so tight and yet stretched as he plunged into her over and over.

Her orgasm raced through her in waves. She wanted to scream with the sheer pleasure of it all but couldn't catch her breath. Instead, she dug her nails into his shoulders and held on for dear life.

The raw energy of his climax pulled him deep into her. The muscles of his back and shoulders were taut. His skin was damp with perspiration.

When it was over, he collapsed slowly along the length of her, crushing her into the bedding. She held him close and listened as his breathing returned to normal.

After a while, he untangled himself and stretched out beside her.

"Baby," he whispered.

"Shhhh." She pushed herself up onto one elbow and put her fingers over his lips. "Don't say anything that will ruin this moment."

He watched her through half-closed eyes. "Can I ask if it was good for you too?"

She smiled slowly. "I was very, very good. The first time I have ever been able to finish without my little pink device."

"Huh? You usually use a vibrator?"

"I keep it in the drawer beside my bed. Why?"

"Nothing. Just curious," he said.

"Whey are you so interested in my vibrator?"

"You know how it is with us guys. We like to fool around with gadgets."

She stroked a finger slowly down his chest and smiled again. "Trust me. You don't to use any gadgets."

"Doesn't mean I couldn't come up with something interesting to do with one," he replied.

"I will think about it," she giggled. "Ask me again in the morning."

Bet You Didn’t Know This....
Posted:Dec 6, 2018 12:09 am
Last Updated:Dec 17, 2018 10:00 am
If you’re only using cooking spray to prevent your baked goods from sticking to the pan, you’re missing out on many other 'non-traditional' ways it can be used around the house. Here's some I bet you never thought of or knew about:

To Prevent Sticky Rice and Pasta
Most cooks know that a little cooking oil in the boiling water will keep rice or pasta from sticking together when you drain it. A spritz of cooking oil spray will do the job just as well.

Prevent Sauce Stains
Apply a light coating of non-stick cooking spray on the inside of a plastic container before you pour in a tomato-based sauce.

Keep Car Wheels Clean
You know that fine black stuff that collects on the wheels of your car and is so hard to clean off? That’s brake dust—it’s ­produced every time you apply your brakes and the pads wear against the brake discs or cylinders. Spray your wheels with a light coating of cooking spray. The brake dust will wipe right off.

Cure Door Squeak
Spray a door hinge. Just make sure that you have paper towels handy to wipe up the drips.

When Shoveling Snow
Spray the shovel with non-stock cooking spray before shoveling—the snow glides right off! If you use a snow thrower, spray the discharge chute to prevent it from clogging.

Remove Paint and Grease
Forget smelly ­solvents to remove paint and grease from your hands. Instead, use cooking spray to do the job. Work it in well and rinse. Wash again with soap and water.

Prevent Grass from Sticking
Prevent grass from sticking on mower blades and the underside of the housing by spraying them with cooking oil before you begin mowing.

Make Grating Cheese a Breeze
Use on your cheese grater for smoother grating. The spray also makes for easier and faster clean up.

De-Bug Your Car
Give your grille a spritz and you will be able to just wipe away the insect debris.

Lubricate Your Bicycle Chain
Is your bike chain a bit creaky and you don’t have any WD-40 handy? Give it a shot of non-stick cooking spray instead. Don’t use too much—the chain shouldn’t look wet. Wipe off the excess with a clean rag.

Dry Your Nail Polish
Need your nail polish to dry in a hurry? Spray it with a coat of non-stick cooking spray and let dry.

Use Cooking Spray When Fishing
Pack a can of cooking spray when you go fishing. Spray it on your fishing line and the line will cast easier and farther!

Do you have any inventive uses for cooking spray?

Readers Digest
Letting Go Of Her Fears
Posted:Dec 2, 2018 5:56 pm
Last Updated:Dec 5, 2018 5:28 am
She looked at him and knew she could no longer hold back.

"Would you mind very much if I kissed you?" she asked.

"It's OK as long as it's not one of those pity kisses", he responded.

"Nope. I just want to kiss you. But I should warn you that it's not going to go anywhere, given my intimacy issues. I don't want you to think I am some kind of world-class tease." she cautioned.

"There's no doubt that you are world-class, but you are definitely not a tease. OK, so you have a few issues. So do I."

"Perhaps, but different issues though, don’t you think? "

"Issues are issues. We are wasting time here. Are you going to kiss me or not?", he asked sounding a little exasperated.

She boldly took a step forward, gripped his shoulders and crushed her mouth against his. Geez she was out of practice.

He didn't return her kiss. Instead, he caught her face between his hands and raised his head so that his mouth was an inch away from hers. "Remember what I said," he whispered, his voice a little ragged. "It's not like a trip to the dentist."

"I know. I just don't want to screw it up again."

"Then quit trying so hard. Relax. Go with what you feel. When you stop feeling it, we'll stop whatever it is we are doing at that moment and can take a break."

"You make it all sound so simple." she murmured.

"It is simple, Don't worry, you'll get the hang of it again.”

She couldn't help but giggle. It was so inappropriate for the situation but somehow the urge to giggle was uncontrollable. She tended to do that when she was nervous.

But he didn't laugh or giggle. However, in the glow of the light, she could see him smiling that very sexy, very masculine smile of his. It was just one of the many things she liked about him.

The part of her that had been locked up tightly for so long started to relax. She leaned into him and kissed him again, taking her time, feeling his reaction. His mouth was hot, his body was hard and lean, his erection was rigid, but he made no attempt to overwhelm or overtake her. He did not try to rush her.

Encouraged by her own reaction as well as his, she pressed herself more tightly against him. A long supressed urge rose within her. She wanted to touch and be touched. She wanted to be free to release and enjoy her sensual side. The kiss grew more intense. Electric. Arousing.

She guided his hands inside her robe and onto her breast. He let his fingers rest there but did not try to force anything else. He wanted her to be comfortable and to take the lead.

She slipped her hands up under his t-shirt, her arousal growing with the touch of his skin. She did not feel guilty. She began to explore him with a growing sense of urgency.

He responded to her needs. Cautiously, he let the pad of his thumb, trail across her breast and around her nipple.

It was as if he had flipped a switch. Desire began to dictate her every movement.

She kissed his ear lobe, his throat, the curve of his shoulder.

"There's no rush." he whispered.

"Yes there is."

"We've got all night." he assured her.

"You might have all night, but I don't. I need to do this now, before something goes wrong."

She seized his hand and started to lead him towards her bedroom.

"No!" he said.

He didn't try to drop her hand nor did he follow her, Instead, he simply stood there in the doorway.

The flicker of fear coursed through her. Had she screwed up somehow?

"What's wrong?" she tearfully asked. He pulled her gently back toward him. "We don't need a bed'"

Her heart sank. Oh my God, this was worse than she thought. He had no interest in taking things further.

She couldn't have been more wrong. He led her back across the living room and stopped at the leather reclining chair. As he lowered himself, he unzipped his jeans.

"Let's try it this way instead." he said. "You did say you wanted to be in control and on top."

He drew her down slowly, giving her tie to figure out a comfortable position.

He moved one hand along the inside of her thigh, touching her, stroking her in ways that made her want more. She closed her eyes, everything inside her went tight. She sucked in her breath and dug her nails into his shoulders. His fingers touched her in ways that she had never experienced before.

He eased her down onto his rigid manhood before she started climaxing. She was so sensitive and reactive that she could barely catch her breath.

She heard his hoarse, muffled groans. His climax shuddered through both of them. The night became very still and quiet. It was just the beginning.

Have you ever had to let go of your fears? Or helped someone else overcome theirs?


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