Hips @ MindSay 
Back to back.
Right then left.
Is it spring yet?
It's a shame that more people around here aren't motivated enough to dig, or even take the reigns and create something that will provide them with some enjoyment in life.
I'm working on making a sign for the trails that will give people a way of contacting the builders (does anyone else dig back there?) so that they can ride the jumps when I'm around (since they're locked up and all).
After last night I've also decided to step my being salted game up and talk more shit to people.
You only live once.
They keep getting wider...Cal keeps singing the line from a song about "apple-bottom jeans" :P He loves my ...voluptuous pregnant body :P
But the thing about my hips getting wider is that they burn soo much...this morning I had to get up because they hurt so much...ugh :P
I'm trying to decide what to eat this afternoon before work...
It's 2008 and though I rarely make resolutions because I'm bound to break them by mid February or early March, I find that this resolution is too important to not make.
For Christmas, my mother gave me a $100 dollar gift certificate to JC Penney's. I decided yesterday would be good as a day as any to go shopping with it. All of those good Post-Christmas sales were too tempting to pass up. As I dutifully walked past all of the cute clothes in sizes that were not "plus" or "women's" size, I started feeling bad about being a fatty with a rubenesque figure. I started hating the fact that in most stores the fat girl clothes are located in the back, as if they are saying,"You want clothes? Walk your fat ass back there and get them! You could use the exercise." I also noticed that the petite clothing for women under 5'4" were all the way upstairs. I guess if you're too short, then you are banished to the upper tier of the store.
Strengthening my resolve I walked to the section where the "plus-sized" clothes were located, and tried to ignore that negative voice in my head. I had $100 dollars to spend and I wasn't going to let anything put a damper on that. I tried on a few shirts and lamented the fact that I had fat rolls and that my breast had appeared like they'd dropped at least another two inches. Those dressing room mirrors are terribly unforgiving! Feeling even more dejected I managed to find three shirts that looked less hideous.
After my purchases were rung up, I left the store a little bit happier because I still had $37.00 left on my gift certificate. I saw a sushi restaurant and decided to stop for lunch. After all, a little sushi always makes me feel better. I think it's because it is such a colorful food.
There weren't many people in the restaurant and the atmosphere was very calming. I stared at the beautiful salt-water fish in the fish tank and giggled at the irony of a fish tank being in the front of a sushi bar. Soft jazz music played in the background and a spirit of contentment came over me. I came to a very important epiphany then: my New Year's resolution will be to love my body no matter how it looks. After all, it is much easier to take care of something that you love isn't it?
I'm so tired of how we women hate ourselves because our bodies aren't what we believe is perfect. No matter what other blessings we have in our lives, we are more apt to spend more time hating our bodies than appreciating all of the things our bodies have done for us. We focus on it's outter appearance, yet we never thank our bodies for the fact that our hearts are still beating and we are still taking breaths. I have asthma, yet I should thank my lungs everyday for doing the best they can to provide the necessary oxygen I need to function. I should look at my hips and ass and see that their shape came from my grandmother and her grandmother. They are a part of my heredity and they identify me as belonging to my family.
My stomach may have many rolls, but it is my stomach. The stretch marks came from me carrying a precious child who has given me joy. These arms that I've cruely refered to as "wings" are the arms my child nestles in for comfort. She doesn't look at them with disgust, so why should I? These thighs though marred with cellulite help me walk, dance and skip. Why should I hate them?
Ladies, why is it that a quick glance at ourselves at a bad angle in a reflective surface is enough to send us into a depression for an entire day or even a week or more? Why are we so hard on ourselves, yet we don't mind physical imperfections in our men? Often, we even come to love our significant other's Buddha bellies and love handles. We need to learn how to love ourselves and our bodies. We can not get physically healthy if we are mentally unhealthy. When we learn to love our bodies, then we will want to take care of them. We will also be less likely to hold ourselves up to unrealistic expectations of our bodies.
Tonight, I pledge to love my body. I will love it's imperfections and I will appreciate the things that it helps me do everyday.
I can feel your warm breath on my neck, in between kisses . . . and feel you rock your hips and press harder against me . . . the little whimpers as my cock gets harder and you slide further on me . . .
“Don’t move . . . shhh!” You hold your hand to my face and turn my mouth to yours and kiss me . . . and rock harder and faster . . .
“Don’t move . . . “ and I hear you catch your breath and whimper more . . . I kiss tears from your cheeks and then kiss your neck . . . you only let me push you back enough to so I can suck hard on your nipples . . . and I feel your knees tighten around me and your arms pull me tight . . . as you tilt your head back . . . deep breaths and I take my chance to suck very hard on your nipples. You press against me and raise your hips . . . and rock harder with each stroke . . . I slide my hand between your cheeks and you lean just enough . . . where my hand is wet, playing between your lips . . .
You moan again and I play with your lips and kiss away tears . . . until I feel your arms tighten . . . and I push as hard as I can against you . . .until you cry out . . .
“Don’t stop . . . “ And you whisper sweet sin in my ear and more . . .
This minute leads to another, and we still . . . then another and another . . . and I shake the robe off us . . . and taste your slick sweet sweat from my fingertips . . .
I’ve felt you tighten around my cock twice and it gives me a new surge and you press . . .and rock and press hard . . .
With only a few seconds left . . . I pull you close to me and you wrap your legs tightly around my waist as I push back and quickly for your pleasure . . . a minute and still I want one more . . .and one more . . . your fragrance in every breath, sweet words in my ear . . . and the taste of you on my lips . . . The flow comes with the hardest push, and I fill you and feel you warmer and wet . . . pushing hard again as the flow returns . . .you whimper and we sit again in the chair with you wrapped around me . . .slowly rocking . . . you hips and thighs wet on my lap . . .
You bury your face against my neck again and I get kisses on top of kisses . . . and slowly you rock your hips . . . against the pulse of my cock . . . sliding easily . . . whispering in my ear . . .
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