Tuesday, January 18, 2011

As Yogi Berra noted

 "In theory, there is no difference between theory and practice – but in practice, there is." 

 

New Travelogue from Harequin Books:

He grasped me firmly but gently just above my elbow and guided me into a room, his room. Then he quietly shut the door and we were alone. 

He approached me soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a low, reassuring voice close to my ear. "Just relax." Without warning, he reached down and I felt his strong, calloused hands start at my ankles, gently probing, and moving upward along my calves slowly but steadily. My breath caught in my throat. 

I knew I should be afraid, but somehow I didn't care. His touch was so experienced, so sure. 

When his hands moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder, and partly closed my eyes. My pulse was pounding. I felt his knowing fingers caress my abdomen, my ribcage. And then, as he cupped my firm, full breasts in his hands, I inhaled sharply. 

Probing, searching, knowing what he wanted, he brought his hands to my shoulders, slid them down my tingling spine and into my panties. 

Although I knew nothing about this man, I felt oddly trusting and expectant. This is a man, I thought. A man used to taking charge. A man not used to taking "No" for an answer. A man who would tell me what he wanted. A man who would look into my soul and say ... "Okay ma'am, you can board your flight now."

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Kaprova Ulice

we were on Trout Street, too, earlier today -- did I mention this is Carp Street? -- what we don't know is why the streets end in -ova? are Streets and Places Feminine, but cars and trains are Masculine? Cuz' they run all over them?
8^D