calypso

"Un-fucking-forgettable"

Despite the cheating and the resulting stab to the heart, my mind races back to chilly nights in his room.

Those nights beneath the steel of his lip rings. Those nights atop his beautifully muscled and tattooed skin. The nights when my mouth and tongue stole the very breath from his lungs.

Whispers in my ear, hands at my hips, flesh warming mine.

The glow of his computer screen lit our bodies in the darkness, and our "sex" playlist set the mood.

He was the first to make me come through oral, and each time it was utterly explosive. I could taste myself in his kisses, his face warm and wet.

I would sit on top of him in the shower with my face in his neck. The steam often times created a thick fog in the bathroom. He would move me to the bathroom counter and the cold mirror against my back would give me goosebumps.

I had to teach him how to touch me. I ran my finger tips down the length of his body, lowering my lips to place kisses on his stomach, his chest, up and down his arms, everywhere. "See?" I would ask him.

He would mirror my movements in perfection. He learned that my back is extremely sensitive to touch, and the lightest touches on my back will send me into a state of pure bliss.

I literally became dripping wet in his embrace.

I don't miss him, but I do miss his sexy Pacific-Islander body.

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It was a good god-damned day today.

The rumor has been confirmed. I am, I repeat, I am in love. Does he know? PSSH! Cha, right. We'll see how long I can keep it under wraps, though.

I was asked last night, "Would you stop modeling nude for your significant other?"

FUCK NO. People can't seem to understand that if someone truly loves you, they'll respect you and your personal decisions. It doesn't mean they have to like it, by any means, but never in a million years would I change my lifestyle for anyone.

Changing for someone else is ridiculous. It sounds romantic and blah, blah, blah...But you have to change for yourself. What happens if you change for your lover/girlfriend/boyfriend/whomever, and you've broken up?

You have to find it within yourself to want to change.

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I've added a few more rules to my "LEARN SOME FUCKING MANNERS!" guidelines I posted the other day:

Bring cash. How do you NOT have a dollar-fifty for that candy bar? Must you use your CREDIT card for that three-dollar purchase? At least use your debit card.

DON'T TAP ON THE GOD-DAMNED GLASS! Say what you want, maybe point to it, but tapping the glass multiple times is just plain irritating. We know what you want. We work there. Verbalize your request. Saying "I want this" is stupid. It takes just as much energy to name the product.

Get your kids under control! If your kid is crying, there really isn't much you can do about it, I understand. But, if your children are running around the store, wreaking havoc and screaming as loud as is humanly possible, please tell them to shut the fuck up.

I'll have more rules soon enough.

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"The Notebook" is a beautiful movie. And Rachel McAdams in this movie is stunning:


Grrrrowl.


I hope you guys and gals are doing well. We should all get together and make out.