sex in public?

ok so someone on twitter recently mentioned sex in public. and it got me to thinking....and heres a story i have to share. couple of summers ago i was hanging out on my friends steps 1 night with a handle size bottle of captain morgan.(conveniently she lives right up the hill so staggering home is a viable option lol)now weve always been flirty,kissed fooled around a few times but this night was...WOW. So were sitting there havin some drinks having a great time, im sitting behind her & i start to rub her shoulders. she starts to enjoy it the drinks keep flowing & things progress. a breeze comes along & she comments oooh that made my nipples hard...so me being me i move in for the kill...i said really how bout i move the massage to the front and warm u up ;) i knew i didnt have to say anything i could have just done it but me being me...she giggled & i began to massage her breasts and tease her nipples thru her pj top. she started to moan and lean back(by know were 3/4 of a handle of captain deep so our surroundings dont matter)i started to kiss her neck as i teased her nipples...i started to run my hands down her belly and massage down her legs and back up her inner thighs. i snuck my hand in her pj pants and began to slowly tease her wetness.gently massaging her clit i reach around and slide a finger inside with my other hand & i start working her getting her wetter. she leans against me moaning and squirning against my hardness. she says between moans i need u to fuck me. my pants come down hers come down and she straddles me and slides me inside her. shes riding and grinding me getting wetter i say to her fuck me...come on fuck me harder..she moans out im trying to..harder comeon harder shes now riding me harder than i have ever been ridden b4...AND WERE ON HER FRONT STEPS! i let her rest and i start going down on her god was she ever wet! she ends up making me lay down on the steps and rides me reverse cowgirl for awhile....we then switched to missionary i ended up giving it to her so hard she was clawing my back and biting my forearm so she didnt scream and wake the neighbors...i told her if she keeps that up its only gonna turn me on more and make me want to cum. she says ill stop cuz i want it doggie b4 you cum. now shes on all fours on her front steps (and even though im drunk both the devil on my shoulder and the angel on my other shoulder are high fiving each other sayin you go boy! as im subconciously shaking my head saying i cant believe im banging her on the front steps! lol)so i easily slide in from behind double wrap her hair in my fist and start pumping her hard..i suck my finger and slide it in her ass she pushes againdt me bucking harder & harder our bodies working in perfect rhythm until we both cant take anymore as our bodies start to shake and explode in an incredibly hard orgasm...we put our pants back on make a drink and in comes one of her neighbors..we both look at each other like OMFG laugh and finish our drrink. i pack up my bag and stagger home caused by drunkenness and an incredibly hot fuck.....

sixth sense

so i've been feeling a little bit different lately. reflective if you will? just looking back at life and comparing it to the adage that "everything happens for a reason". i also feel, i guess a little more "spiritual" or maybe "enlightened" if you will? i ran into a gentleman sunday at the bus stop, he was obviously homeless, but i never shut anyone off by appearance or anything like that. if you approach me and talk to me i will respond, just depends on how i'm approached and why i am approached for how long the conversation will last. he was sitting there as i walked up to the shanty (i guess that's the fancy word for saying bus hut )(an enclosure to protect passengers from the weather). the conversation started out because i was lighting a cigarette(yeah bad habit i know, trying to quit :) he jokingly said to me "haha you know as soon as you light that cigarette the bus is going to come right?" i laughed and said yeah thats my luck (thinking to myself i have more than a half a pack left it wont kill me to lose one in fact hopefully it does come and i waste it, 1 step closer to quitting), he asked for a cigarette, i gave him 1 , actually a total of 3 is what he ended up with, i was trying to quit anyway and due to his curcumstances i knew he would be appreciative, and from there we just kinda struck up a conversation. he seemed so happy to have someone actually take time to talk to him....he did ask for some change for a coffee, i ended up giving him a dollar, but i admire that he didnt just say hey buddy you got change? he talked to me about homelessness, how he was beat up and robbed for his shoes by a group of teens. he was able to break 1 kids jaw before the rest got him. cops came and they took the kids in who attacked him, about how things have changed from cost of goods to cost of living etc. i found out he's 45 years old on ssi, can't get into public assisted housing in rhode island due to a felony possession charge for marijuana from when he was 18. the bus ended up coming and i had a few extra change cards i gave him, i figured he could use them more than i could. we got on the bus and parted ways i told him to stay safe. who knows maybe our paths will cross again, maybe they won't but it was interesting to hear what he had to say.


now this next event goes back a few years, 2007 actually. was i touched by an angel? the other night i went to old navy bought two hats they rang up wrong(noticed once i got home) now i NEVER would go back to squabble over a few measly bucks, just like hey whatever, but something told me to go. i got to kp(kennedy plaza the bus terminal in downtown providence, RI at 6 and was trying to rush to prov place(the mall) and back to kp to catch my 615 bus(missed it by like 2 mins) but while rushing to prov place i was encountered by this couple both mid to late 40's i would say, he ahd on a long coat a cane long blonde hair and glasses and she had on a puffy baseball coat and blond hair as well. he approached me and said to me "i dont mean to be rude and i dont mean to be ignorant but ive asked a few people for bus fare to get home to north providence could you help?" now normally id be like sorry i cant help, but something so strange about it; i actually felt comfortable, at ease when they approached me so i reached in my pocket pulled out a knife and said SCREW!(lol just kidding just trying to subside my tears, cuz this is a chilling moment to me) but i reached in my pocket and grabbed 2 extra riptix(good for a oneway ride and 1 transfer, and gave them each one so they could get home since i have a pbuspass now i dont need them. he was very grateful so i continued on my way. did what i had to do and ran back to kp to try and catch my bus but missed it. i did however see them standing in line waiting for thier bus they boarded and sat in the middle facing me. the bus pulled away and they seemed to kinda disappear. now the reason i say touched by an angel and makes you wonder, is because there was a point in the summer of 2007 before this happened that i was suicidal , i hit my personal rock bottom in life(thats for another blog...maybe or if i choose to tell anyone why) and prayed one night just to get me thru the night (i really felt as though i was battling for my soul that night it was the oddest feeling. there is no way i could ever properly explain it) and i prayed for a second chance after my job interview and got hired that day. it hit me later that night that when i ran into them that maybe it was a test...to see if i truly do appreciate the opportunity i've been given..did i see past their appearance and realize there was something more to them? draw your own conclusions: bizarre series of coincidences or divine intervention....we'll never truly know....but just kinda makes you wonder.......now i was told recently i have a sixth sense, the ability to see things in people that others don't or wouldn't be able to see. looking at these 2 circumstances seems to confirm that. i don't always help people out when they approach me, if i did i'd also end up homeless on the street because i'd be giving all my money away lol. but with the recent revelation of the sixth sense, i believe it. i believe i can see things in others that others would not see. i leave you with this: a lot of times people will look at the homeless as though they are a disease. unfortunately due to the old school connotation of being homeless instantaneously meant the person was a drunken bum, or a drug addict, a liar a cheat a thief etc..... but perhaps some of these homeless people are really angels testing us? am i able to see that? also one last thing i would like to say, is that now with this economy please look past the old stereotype, it could be you or me out there............

what is a soulmate?

A lot of times you typically hear people saying; "oh my god i've met the perfect girl/boy they're my soulmate."This refers to relationships and dating and whatnot. Ask yourself, does a soulmate really have to be someone you are romantically involved with?  I say no, not at all. To me a soul mate is someone who for some reason you can't put your finger on it, but you're meant to be in each other's lives. A soul mate is someone who completes you and compliments you on so many levels. From sense of humor to comfort when you need it. They are there to give you what you are missing, or to compliment your nature. Is this person someone you love? Yes. Is this person someone you have to be IN love with to complete you and compliment you? No. Life brings us so many new people into and out of our lives. The people taken out of our lives whether we just unfortunately drift apart, or worse lose someone to a sickness. The people we have drifted apart from are those we no longer need. The people taken from us due to sickness, become our angels and will always be there for us. On the topic of angels, does one really need to pass on in to the afterlife? Or could they just be right under our noses? ;) think about it...................