My sincere wish for all who know me in this venue, is that you know peace, happiness and have a contented life full of fun, excitement and good challenges.

It has been a year of challenges for many of us and in many ways. It is that thing they call life.

I am so honored to be your chosen confidant. I am privileged to have your continued trust, and that I am the keeper of your secrets, your struggles, your desires, and sometimes even you. Thank you for your trust.

My best wishes for 2010.

Kris

If we knew each others secrets, what comforts we should find.

Man is least himself when he talks in his own person.
Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth. ~~~ Oscar Wilde

I look forward to being the keeper of the truths you share with me. I have said many, many times . . . the phone is our mask. A mask can take many shapes.

Trust me.

There is a comfort in familiarity. We know this to be true in many areas of our lives. We are creatures of habit. We can wrap ourselves up in a blanket of security through our rituals we have come to count on. Those rituals are practiced in our daily routines, our surroundings, our religious life, our commitments we give to organizations that we hold near and dear to our hearts and passions etc.

It can be that way in our sex lives. That is another ritual we humans love to practice. The ritual of lovemaking. Lovemaking is a comfort, and it brings us comfort. Now, it can be said that the problem with all rituals we practice, is that we sometimes tend to do it, just because we always have, out of habit. Lovemaking is the same. We all want to make love, have sex, enjoy the other body. Our DNA has long been programed with that drive, to keep the species going. We now have the luxury of making love for our own pleasures and reasons, not simply because we need to populate the earth. Yet, as we grow older we may find our lovemaking can become very ‘routine’. While we crave the stability of routine, that is the very thing that can make our lives feel boring, feel like we are in a rut. Our human nature while wanting the comfort of the routine, fights against it. Lots of times, want to change it up, find and feel something new and different. We are reasoning creatures, and our lives become full of all the ‘what ifs’, that we have yet to fulfill. That said, not all routine is all bad, unless we become complacent, and let the routine become us. Then we may not appreciate what is right in front of us.

There is a wonderful familiarity of loving your partner, and being in love with your partner. You want so badly for ‘their’ familiar touch on your skin. They know you. They know your body, they know where to touch you, and they know when. They know when to pull back, when to be stronger, harder, softer. They know how to hold you. Your bodies naturally know how to fit together.

When you know the feeling of wanting to go home, is in their arms and to be next to their body, then familiarity becomes the sexiest feeling I know.

This link on Clean Sheets, made me smile.

Lily Lick’s Love Signs for August 2009 – astrology
http://www.cleansheets.com/exotica/ lick_08.01. 09.shtml

“As native Scorpions, you above everyone else understand that everything in this world is about wanting, getting, and having sex.”

When simply making lunch together makes you aroused. When eating lunch together, you realize lunch has now become a slow flirty sensuous foreplay. When you can’t stop kissing. When you need to leave the lunch dishes in the kitchen and go upstairs. When you cannot get your clothes off fast enough. When the skin you are up against feels like it is attached to yours. When your hearts beat together. When you crave their touch. When you find yourself aching for and begging for them to be inside you. When you don’t feel complete unless you can pull their body through yours. When you can’t be close enough. When you feel the fit. When you can’t kiss enough. When you need to taste their body. When you need to lick every inch of their body. Every inch. When you can smell the sex.

When you just cannot believe how fucking lucky you are in your life.

When lunch alone is just not enough.

“The mind I love must have wild places, a tangled orchard where dark damsons drop in the heavy grass, an overgrown little wood, the chance of a snake or two, a pool that nobody’s fathomed the depth of, and paths threaded with flowers planted by the mind.” ~~~ Katherine Mansfield

O blush not so! O blush not so!
Or I shall think you knowing;
And if you smile the blushing while,
Then maiden heads are going.

There’s a blush for won’t, and a blush for shan’t,
And a blush for having done it:
There’s a blush for thought, and blush for naught,
And a blush for just begun it.

O sigh not so! O sigh not so!
For it sounds of Eve’s sweet pippin;
By these loosen’d lips you have tasted the pips
And fought in an amorous nipping.

Will you play once more at nice-cut-core,
For it only will last our youth out,
And we have the prime of the kissing time,
We have not one sweet tooth out.

There’s a sigh for yes, and a sigh for no,
And a sigh for “I can’t bear it!”–
O what can be done, shall we stay or run?
O cut the sweet apple and share it!

******Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Ooh, but I still smell her.
[inhales deeply through nose]
Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Women! What can you say? Who made ‘em? God must have been a fuckin’ genius. The hair… They say the hair is everything, you know. Have you ever buried your nose in a mountain of curls… just wanted to go to sleep forever? Or lips… and when they touched, yours were like… that first swallow of wine… after you just crossed the desert. Tits. Hoo-ah! Big ones, little ones, nipples staring right out at ya, like secret searchlights. Mmm. Legs. I don’t care if they’re Greek columns… or secondhand Steinways. What’s between ‘em… passport to heaven. I need a drink. Yes, Mr Sims, there’s only two syllables in this whole wide world worth hearing: pussy. Hah! Are you listenin’ to me, son? I’m givin’ ya pearls here.******

Can’t you just see and hear Al Pacino’s voice and mannerisms through this quote of his movie, The Scent of a Woman? His deeply felt appreciation for a woman’s body, and all she can offer to him, can genuinely be felt in those lines. This is one of my all time favorite movie quotes.

“I’m givin’ ya pearls here.” ~ How I love that. And, how it made me wonder. Do you think the young Mr. Sims, really got it? Think about it. Here we have an older and more experienced man, giving the pearls of his wisdom, and his experience to a younger man, who is just embarking on his own journey with women. Were you that young man, would you have listened? I sadly believe that we listen to an older persons words with half an ear. After all, we know ourselves, and we think we all ready know everything. But also, while Lt. Col. Frank Slade’s words may be true and right, some of these realizations are the result of being older, and having gained that experience. So, to young Mr. Sims credit, if he didn’t quite get it all, it is not all his fault. What I do like though, is that he heard these words of respect, wonderment and thrill about women from a mentor that he respects. He will always remember that. As far as his knowing an appreciation for her body, for her scent, that he will learn in time.

While the words, ‘The Scent of a Woman’ ~ can lead a person to quickly think of that one true scent of a woman, Lt. Col. Frank Slade starts with her hair, and he appreciates her thoroughly, from top to bottom. Oh, to be the woman that is looked at with the depths of that appetite. I have said it before, I love being a woman.

Perhaps it is even more visual for us the viewer, as he is now blind, that we are allowed to join him through his own reminiscence as he moves over the parts of her body that he has found enjoyment in, and can only recall from his memories. An only more powerful reminder that we should all take in and savor every nuance of our own moments that we can.

There are the scents of our hair, and our neck. The scents of our perfumes, lotions, creams, and make up. Those scents that we choose to wear everyday. The scents that we add on, and have made them, our own.

And then there is that secret passport to heaven, as Lt. Col. Frank Slade so eloquently alluded to. The true scent of a woman. The scent of her sex. There are a myriad of layers of scents there, awaiting you. All encompassed in those two famous syllables, ‘pussy.’ Starting with the beginning scent of our pussy, to the different scent of our beginning stages of arousal and wetness, to our own orgasm scent, and to that final shared scent of when our pussy becomes a very special receptacle, that will retain the combination of your scent and my scent together. The scent of our sex. There is nothing like that. Nothing. It lingers in the air, on our sheets, and on our bodies. I love how hours later we can still smell our scent on our fingers, on our lips, on our faces. And we will be reminded of the scent of us.

And it all began with the scent of a woman.

The body of a woman.

In a recent quote from an article about being a man . . .

“A man loves the human body, the revelation of nakedness. He loves the sight of the pale breast, the physics of the human skeleton, the alternating current of the human flesh. He is thrilled by the snatch, by the wrist, the sight of a bare shoulder. He likes the crease of a bent knee. When his woman bends to pick up her underwear, he feels that thrum that only a man can feel.”

What an incredibly powerful visual. Lucky is the woman that is seen through these eyes. To be so honored, looked at with such reverence and so very deeply appreciated.

While we all know the frustrations in our differences do exist, there are some differences that we truly embrace and savor. A woman’s body. A man’s body. Thank God for those differences. There is not a more powerful feeling in this universe when those two bodies, who are right for each other, come together.

The perfect natural comforting fit, of those differences…