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I watch you as you sleep curled up by your side. I can’t help but be in awe of your beauty.
Then I am driven to please you: slowly I slide under the sheets.
All of this unknown to you, for you are still fast asleep.
Caressing and touching all of your body with my fingertips.

Slowly, I begin to lick your nipples feeling them swell in my mouth sucking in as much as I can.
As my tongue rolls up and down your breasts tempting that delicious hard knot tucked into my mouth.
I glide my tongue along your stomach kissing…nibbling….tracing my tongue upon the entire of your luscious body until I reach your exquisite fruit.

Tracing the outline, my tongue begins to lightly open your lips which need no effort at all.
Your wetness…the heat that I crave, hunger and thirst for, intoxicating my senses.
I begin to lick gently, licking in and out, up and down, fucking your pussy with my tongue continuously.
You stir, as to only spread your legs wider for me, you gently awake…

Like a dream you are having, you rock your hips to a rhythmic pulse, that sings with my tongue in unison.
I press my mouth…my face deeper into you, teasing you with my hungry tongue which is eager to please you, fulfill you, satisfy you completely.

While tasting you, you moan softly with each stroke, as I pleasure you.
I continue to lick, suck and tease your pussy gently vibrating my tongue on your clit, as you begin to climax, grinding your hips…fucking my mouth.

You open your eyes only to find me, my head laying between your legs.
I look up and smile as my tongue begins to work into you again, but this time you are fully awake.

© 2011 L. Tripaldi

Stepping up to the podium…

I honestly don’t know where to begin in this post. I want to just tell you all to just stop the idiot behavior, shake you, and some, I even want to punch in the throat. Come on people, wake up. The haunting of disgust unravels in my head within a downward spiral when its brought to my attention of purely disgusting behavior online. Yes, online.

You that hide behind your computer screen and act bad ass and take out on the world, or individual people, the backlash that you receive everyday in your own lives. Do you really think that coming home after getting beat up mentally and emotionally from your job or whatever you do, and making people’s lives miserable online makes you a bad ass? Think again. It shows the real you. It shows how un-bad-ass you really are. Some of you, I want to hunt down and dare you to speak to me that way in person. I may be little, but my tongue can/will rip you down one side and down the other and I will make you bleed. Why? Because I am not afraid of the morons who think they can bully other people. Who cause people to cry or unravel because of your appalling ways. People know that I will always come to their defense and that I will even intervene where it isn’t my business because I can’t deal with you assholes who think your better than anyone.

My god, we are a community. We are a family. I am ashamed of you that use the online medium to attack others. I spit you out and grind you into the dirt with every other low life out there. Do you think you are any better than a murderer, rapist, someone who commits assault and battery? In my eyes, and in many others, you are just alike. The sin may be different, but the cause and effect are the same. You judge and act all high and mighty but you are a coward, because a real man or woman, is silent. They let things roll off their back because, YOU ARE NOTHING!

You post your tweets of hatred, trying to get a high-five and make people think you are the one to come running to when they need help, but in the end, when they need your help, you run like a fucking sissy because you don’t know your ass from your elbow about life or relationships.

Calming down…

In my humble opinion, if you use twitter, a blog, facebook, etc to bash someone, you are a despicable, pathetic fool, and again, shame on you.

If you’re so enthralled in saving face, and protect yourself, your family, your wife, your husband, etc..why don’t you do just that?? You wonder why half of you don’t have a decent relationship or are miserable in one, because you spend a quality of time online bashing others. Pay attention to whats in front of you instead of your past. You bitching about everyone in your past really just shows that you were really the problem. It makes me laugh when people bitch, whine, and complain about this one and that one, my ex, my ex husband, etc…if you have that many complaints, it really just shows what an asshole you really are/were. Not them. Trust me, you expose yourself to the light every time you do it.

Calling someone fat when you are a heavy weight non-champion yourself, really, does that make you feel bad ass? Look in the mirror. Come on…go look.

Calling people’s work or families and be malicious, causing one to lose their job or cause families to fight…really, you are a disgusting piece of shit. Shame shame shame on YOU.

We have it hard enough out there as it is. Don’t you agree?

Aren’t you miserable in the indulgence of your own self-hatred? Do you ever stop to wonder why it is that you have no friends in “real’ life? Do you ever wonder why you get so easily offended when “real” life people say something to you that you may be ignorant to or feel like they made fun of you in some way?

If you answered yes to any of those, it most likely means, wake up…grow up…and step away from the computer and get a life.

To those of you that swing around marriage as if its like a day at Disney World, really? Your going to say something about others just looking to get their MR. or MRS degree? You, that married, weeks after you met you wife or husband..isn’t that what YOU did??? I’m curious…tell me. I can take it.

I am sure some of you will read this and think its all about you and make it about you…well, if you do, most likely it’s FOR you.

I am 44 going on 45 very soon, and I am so thankful I am grown up and don’t use online to attack anyone. I may stand up and speak my mind, but tell me one time, I used blogs or a tweet to abuse someone? You won’t find one. What you will find, is me coming to the rescue of others because I am not afraid of you…let me repeat, I am not afraid of you. I have reported many people for cyber bullying, including some just today. Oh and make no mistake…I don’t report to the online outlet some may use…no I go right to the authorities.

On a side note, duct tape, twist ties and print screen are some of the most wonderful inventions made for us.

Ok…I am done
For now…

We must reach through the ripples in our minds, touch the object of desires and change it to our will! It does not just exist as you picture it so choose your desires wisely.  

We must take a good look at this world in order to understand exact relationships which stare us in the face every day. We possess the means to feel the vibrations of other life forces in the same way we can instantly move into a creative mode like in music when the song is produced from synchronous mental and physical action. We possess the ability to magnetize the will of civilization with the right idea or picturing in the mind. When we combine this picturing with will and augment the dynamic tension of the mind and body, we increase our psycho-magnetic field and can bend the universe. 

We are always at odds with this collective consciousness. We wish to have a connection to the world but often lose our own visualization skill during the attempt to accomplish this. The key is to maintain the internal skills of seeing this world and projecting that vision into reality in order to bend reality 

Realize, it’s not just an issue of logic because one could imagine with pure logic alone something so powerful it alters reality. It is how low-level logic is used to keep us trapped in society by hypnotizing us into constantly seeing ourselves as weaklings who cannot truly change the status quo.

I am saying that if we strip away everything we think we know about the world, even the past determining the future, we may be able to truly with our inner imagination and visualization alter this world in a way we never would have imagined if we simply played by the rules. I think the key is using the power of all thought to its purest, highest level and be open to the fact that every concept we have been trained to robotically believe in, including the very laws of physics, may be nothing more than bad habits like sedimentary rock which becomes the reality until something new erupts and forces a whole different perspective into the world.

Just remember that we all have a very tight, wonderful concept in general, and understanding. Let’s say you have this moment when all of a sudden all these things that made no sense all instantly clicked in your head and your whole view of the world, the way you even see space and time, changed instantly. We have to believe we can do this or the mundane of routine existence would deaden everything and no evolution, physical or mental could occur.

Finding the Perfect Butch/Femme

Once upon a time, there lived a tribe of queer butches, that pulled out chairs, lit women’s cigarettes, and picked up the check for dinner and or coffee. It was a time of the Gentleman, when sane and stable went hand in hand.

I listen to some people who are single and the dating hell that is today and do not envy them one bit for it is a struggle out there and the pain of finding that one true person who will put up with you, adore you, care for you, unconditionally, wow, what a process.

I listen to distant conversations, not that I am nosy, but they are loud, and I hear women, “Where have all the good butches gone?” I sit and ponder this. Where have they gone? Are they in hiding when women suddenly become single? Does the Witness Relocation Program run a special for single butches wanting to hide? What can a lady do to draw one out? Is going door-to-door an option? I ponder this for them, for I am amazed as to how many people are out there in the world, femme’s cannot find a good butch.

What about the butches? How come they can’t find a good femme? You don’t hear many butches talk about this in every day conversation, and this could also refer to the fact that they are either, embarrassed, don’t care, or the one’s hiding.

The truth is, the proverbial “Good Butch or Good Femme” isn’t predictable. They are probably as buried in the routine of their everyday life as I am. They pay their bills, change their sheets, brush their teeth and say their prayers every night. In other words, they live a pretty normal existence sleeping, taking a walk, eating in a restaurant, and doing the laundry.

A funny thought occurred to me while thinking of this; the things that femme’s want in a bra are the same things that they want in a butch: support, comfort, and stability, long-lasting and eye-catching. Doesn’t sound too difficult, does it?

Could those pretty bra’s and boxers mingle happily ever after, in the delicate cycle of life? Is happiness just a rinse cycle away?

Finding a good butch or femme is elementary. Resistance is futile!

I look deep into your eyes and as a spark of electricity flies across the chasm separating our souls, our life forms, our monadic energy fields… The vibration resonates across the Universe, a Universe on the brink of entropic collapse, ready to watch the Grand Play of Fools unfold like a magic carpet across time … “But I, no, it was you in the room!  I saw you in a million, billion repeating lives, repeating dramatic sequences causing ripples in the fabric of the ether.”  And now, for the Cabaret of Insanity as Person X mutates into Person Y, the fallout occurs without the bomb blast – this is the human race’s last chance. 

The Demons subsisting on the edge of the fabric of Reality begin to seep into the picture perfect world of Mundanity, dropping like the black tears of oil wasted on the gluttonous hogs pigging up the world.  What most simpletons fail to realize, a phenomenon happening right before their hypnotized eyes, is that we have all been slightly altered by the demon rain dripping down our spines and giving us that secret zing up the back of the neck. 

There is a moment, a moment when Time turns in on itself as the Primary Characters act out their roles on the Universal Stage.  Now it’s the countdown: Ten, Nine, Eight …  The mania sweeps across the little people, like a black cloud of infectious hysteria disease. 

Time is ticking, more loudly than ever as the bubbles begin to rise to the top when the human race heats to a boiling point.  An explosion here, an implosion there.  And all the money grubbers dance the jig of death, having eaten too many workers until the little people begin to scream and erupt out of their Corporate Bellies.  Seven, Six, Five, Four …  Madness, screaming, crashing down of global conquest schemes, disaster, entropic breakdown served cold like sushi on a platter, reconstituting our very notions of physics and matter. 

Strike the match and watch the False Gods burn, leaving the dust of paper idols which kept the little people in check.  Strike the match as the energy, kept under check by the Big Haves having the world as a consumption machine intensifies.  Strike the match and watch the Waking Nightmare burn up into a Nowness of Action and instant attraction.  Is it the entire world or You and I alone in a room outside of Time? The sparks begin to fly as the Grand Deceiver is exposed for creating the Great Lie.  Three, Two, One …  The madness strikes the match of instantaneous sobriety, forcing a knowing eclipsing the chaos around us. – This is the point which separates the Mundane from those who choose to ascend beyond the Slave Camp charade. 

I look into your eyes and electricity begins to ignite the explosive energy which until this moment has been kept in check, airtight.  Sometimes the dynamic tension of two souls can strike the walls of the Universe hard enough to release the friction burning the dead wood out of the Play.  This all occurs as the Prelude To A Kiss, a Kiss that strikes the alarm, the alarm which wakes up the dreamers from the dream of Self and demands absolute mania as its rose garden of love and lust.  I look into your eyes and see the world bend.

Short and Sweet

Posted: 08/14/2010 in Love, Relationships
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There is nothing like the energy that exists when two individuals come to realize that they share an affinity with each other. The atmosphere swirls and vibrates and it’s as if you can feel it resonate inside your entire being. Electrically charged, that’s how I feel when I’ve come into contact with one who can stir my dormant desires and ignite my innate Dominant tendencies.