Wednesday, April 30

Big Bad Ozy and Little Red 'Kota - Part 2

I dove over a fallen tree and kicked off my heels as I rolled out of Ozy's line of sight. I could still hear him counting very quickly to 100. As I ran, dodging trees and bushes I discovered that no shoes is almost as bad as high heels in a forest. Every rock, thorn, broken branch and discarded piece of litter found a way to jump into my path.

It wasn't long before I could hear the distant, faint rustle of bushes as the Ozyman closed in on me. Well. This wasn't going my way, as I had anticipated. I've been told often enough I'm long winded and fast, so of course I thought those things would benefit me in out-distancing him. Instead I was out of breath and hobbling through the woods like a ninty year old woman. Time to change tactics. If you can't run, the next best thing is to hide.

I found a natural rock formation that looked like a good place to duck behind and hunkered down, picking pricklies out of the bottom of my feet. The woods were suspiciously quiet. I was just wondering why there were no birds chirping or crickets singing, when a voice near my ear whispered, "Well, hello there my pretty."

Shrieking I jumped up, my head slamming into Ozy's chin and knocking him backwards. I scrambled away, ignoring the pain in my feet as he cursed, following more slowly.
I was making good time I thought in my panicked crashing through the woods. But I was so noisy that I couldn't hear the sound of Ozy closing in on me. I hit a grassy clearing and picked up speed, right before I went sailing through the air as he tackled me from behind.

In an impressive maneuver he rolled us so that he hit the ground with me wrapped in his arms.
Growling I lashed out with my legs and fists. He quickly rolled us again so I lay beneath him. Grabbing my wrists he pinned them to the ground over my head and used his thighs to hold my legs still. I bucked and fought, trying to twist myself free, but it was a losing battle. He grinned down at me while I wore myself out. It was a matter of principle you see. I couldn't just give in. No matter how enticing that bulge I felt pressing against my leg was.

As i panted and grew still, Ozy hauled my legs up and nestled between himself between them. His erection strained against the seams of his jeans, the prominent outline visible from where i lay, staring at him. The wicked smile on his face was priceless. Leaning forward he used his teeth to pull the front of my top down, exposing my breasts. Breasts that were sporting hard, pointed nipples that betrayed my excitement.

"Mmmmmm.... what have we here?" He whispered, licking his lips and staring at my breasts. "Little Red, Little Red, what nice, big breasts you have."
He bent his head close and blew a hot stream of air across one nipple. I groaned as my nipple tightened even more and I felt a twinge of responsive heat in my cunt. The neglected nipple ached in sympathy. Teasing the nipple with just the tip of his tongue he had me gasping in an embarrassingly short amount of time. Using his teeth he raked them gently across the edge before pulling the entire nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. I bucked and clutched his arms, arching as I shuddered at the fiery arousal that whipped through me. With an audible pop, he released my diamond hard nipple before attending to the other one and repeating the same teasing treatment. My thighs clung to his hips as I arched into him, trying to make contact where I needed it most. I was soaked. Moisture seeping out of me in a steady stream as my pussy throbbed and pulsed.

Pushing my breasts together he tugged more harshly on my nipples with his teeth until I began to rake his arms with my nails, not rough or drawing blood, but letting him know he was driving me insane.
"Big bad Ozy, what sharp teeth you have." I managed to say as he pulled off my top and tossed it aside.

"The better nibble on you with," he chuckled, sliding my skirt down my hips before throwing it over his shoulder into the woods. I was sooo going to have fun finding my clothes in the dark later.

"Big, bad Ozy, what a long tongue you have." I grinned, trailing my fingers across his chest as he pulled his own shirt off.

"The better to eat you with," he winked before leaning down and capturing my thong in his teeth and dragging it down my legs. The scent of my arousal filled the air and I watched as his nostrils flaired and his eyes darkened.

Using his fingers he spread the outer edge of my labia, revealing the wet inner core. His tongue flicked out and teased the plump flesh before diving deep into my hole. Grabbing onto his butthairs (I have very long arms), I cried out involuntarily, my entire body trembling at the sensation he was creating. He ate at me like a ravenous beast, teeth raking and tongue prodding until he had me crying out a repeated chorus of "oh god! oh god!" Then he latched onto my clit and sucked. I immediately came in a screaming explosion. My body arched off the ground as i wailed my release.
It had to have been several minutes before I came back to earth and noticed Ozy smugly leaning back on his haunches, his eyes riveted on my ass.
I wiggled it in the air and waited. And waited. What? Did he need an engraved invitation?
"Big, bad Ozy..." I smirked, looking up at him from where I lay, "What a big cock you have."

He smiled and unzipped his pants, pulling the biggest, baddest boy I'd ever seen out for my viewing pleasure. "The better to fuck you with Princess."
Oh my. I so hoped he was planning on using that beast on me.

"Whatcha waiting for Ozyman?" I aked, biting my lip and watching as he stroked himself.
"Just trying to decide where to ravish you first. So many holes, so little time." He purred.
"How about we start with a taste and go from there?" I whispered, wanted to wrap my lips around that lovely piece of man meat and take back a bit of control.

Wrapping his fingers in my hair, he tilted my head up and pressed the tip of his cock against my lips. I used the very tip of my tongue to lick around the top before sucking the head in past my wet lips. I heard him groan as I used every trick I could on his hard, thick cock. I licked him from tip to base, my tongue teasing the edge of his balls before licking back to the tip and swallowing his entire length in one quick motion. Ahhhh. There it was. The sound I was waiting for. The cry of a man aroused to the edge of his control. I sucked hard as he pushed his cock in and out of my mouth. I could feel his thighs trembling as his dick grew even thicker right before he pulled free.
"I'm going to fuck you right into nevernever land." He snarled grabbing my waist and swinging me around so I was posed on my hands and knees, ass up high as he shoved my shoulders to the ground. I squealed as he landed a smack on my ass cheek before gripping my hips and plunging into my cunt hard and fast.
Crying out, my hands dug into the grass as he thrust himself into me in a furious, pounding pace.
His cock drove into me so deep and hard that I felt speared over and over.
Reaching around with one hand he rubbed my clit hard and fast in time to his plunging thrusts. I wailed as an orgasm ripped through me, my cunt clutching and squeezing his cock as I came. I heard him roar as he drove in deep, his own climax shattering through him.We collapsed on the ground, trying to catch our breath. After a moment we glanced at each other and giggled.

"Next week let's play pirates. I'll bring my whips and tie you to the mast thingy." I grinned.
"I'll tie YOU up and let you walk my plank," he snickered.
I laughed, "The only problem will be finding a ship." Sated and looking forward to the next play date, we hopped onto his bike, which was parked only a short distance away. We never noticed the woodland critters that had enjoyed our little show...


The End. For now.

Sunday, April 27

Big Bad Ozy and The Little Red 'Kota

I was on the way to my friend's house to attend her sex toy party when my car blew out a tire. My group of friends and I call our hostess Granny, because she has actually crossed over that dreaded forty line. That automatically makes her ancient. Never mind that we're all piling up right behind her in birthdays. ANYHOO, there I was tooling along, minding my own business, my mind occupied with dancing dildos and additions to my thong collection, when BAM my back tire decided to fuck with my life. I calmly pulled the car to the side of the road, next to the big, scary forest. Okay, I was screaming and cussing like a sailor, using words that would make the bouncer at a strip club blush.
I popped the trunk and dug around for the tools needed to change out a flat. I had my handy dandy Safety Girl kit so I was set. Except I couldn't find the spare. I was pretty sure I'd put it back after the last flat I'd had. But I'm easily distracted, so really, there's no telling where that spare rolled off to. I heard an approaching engine and glanced up from the trunk. Oh mama. Coming down one of the woodland paths was the hunkiest hunk I have had the pleasure of feasting my eyes on in a loooooong time. Even from a distance he exuded that bad ass confidence that calls to me like the trill of the Pied Piper's flute.

What a crying shame that I've sworn off bad boys. Eyeing him as he stopped his bike near my car, I pondered making an exception. He was fine. Tall, lean and with a wicked grin on his lips. Deadly to my senses. Nope. I was going to be good. Who knew being good was going to be so hard?

"Need a hand?" He asked, removing his sunglasses and leaning forward over the handlebars of his bike. Aw, hell. He had deadly sexy eyes too.
Biting my lip, I silently shook my head as I pulled my new red cape from the trunk. No talking to strangers. Mama taught me that. I never listened before but I'd also never tried to be good before.

"My name is Ozymandiaz," the hunk on the bike tried again, giving me what was probably supposed to be a "I'm all harmless" look. Uh-huh.
"Look, miss, it's going to get dark soon and I can't leave you stranded here by the side of the road. Hop on my bike and I'll take you wherever you want to go."

"I don't know..." I said, "I'm not supposed to talk to strangers. I'm fairly certain that includes not going for a ride with one. Can you give me a minute to think about it?"

"Sure." He smiled wickedly, his eyes roaming up and down my long legs. They settled for a moment on my breasts which were plumped up by the skimpy top i was wearing, before meeting my own eyes. Then he winked. Damn.

I stared everywhere except at him, trying to decide whether or not I should toss caution to the wind. I had no doubt that if I jumped on his bike, it would only be a matter of time before I jumped on him. He was THAT hot.

Several minutes later, he asked, "have you made your mind up yet? It'll be dark soon."
"Not yet. I'm still thinking." I replied, weighing the pros and cons. Pros being his hot body. Cons being his hot body. Ohhh, why did it always come down to the tough decisions.
"Could you speed up the thinking process just a little?"
"Geez, impatient much?"
"I promise you're perfectly safe with me Little Red. I won't take advantage of you... unless you ask me to." He winked again. Damn.

Telling myself there were rewards for being a good girl... I just couldn't recall what they were at this moment, I said, "Thanks for the offer, but I'm going to walk to a friend's house. She lives just on the other side of the forest."
"I don't think that's a smart thing to do..." Ozy started to protest, but I cut him off with an adamant shake of my head.
I watched as he frowned, put his sunglasses back on and with a final quick glance back at me, drove off through the woods.

Okay, temptation out of the way. So why did I feel a little disappointed? Women. We are so weird in our thinking sometimes. I put all the gear back in the car, grabbed my cute little purse that looked like a basket (it's all the rage right now) and locked up the car before heading in what I hoped was the correct direction to Granny's house.

Stumbling along through the trees that seemed to grow taller and closer together the further I walked, I realized that high heels were not conducive to a stroll in the forest. Duh. I thought longingly of my hiking boots in the trunk of the car. Little noises kept startling me. And of course my mind had to start replaying all the local stories about these particular woods being home to Killer Wabbits and girl eating Sasquatches.
I started chanting to myself as I carefully picked my way over fallen branches, "I'm a kick ass confident girl. I'm not afraid of nuthin!"

A roar too close for comfort startled me and I screamed, dropping my purse as I saw a big terrifying beast closing in on me!
"I'm a chicken, I'm a chicken!" I cried out as I turned and ran blindly, my arms flailing wildly.
The killer Wabbits had found me! I was going to die a terrible death. Eaten by tiny sharp teeth. I mean, I have no objection to being eaten under the right circumstances, but Killer Wabbits really weren't it.

Glancing over my shoulder I realized it wasn't the big furry Wabbit of Doom, but the cute biker guy Ozy that was barrelling down on me. I stopped and leaned against a tree, trying to catch my breath as he came to a stop nearby. He was grinning like he was having a grand time chasing me.

"You really shouldn't be out here all alone princess. You never know what manner of beast you'll encounter." He said, turning the bike off and dismounting.
"I'm not scared of you!" I bravely retorted, my eyes dancing across his scrumptious body as he stood. Oh my. I might be in trouble if the instant flush of arousal was any indication. He grinned as he stepped closer.
"Ohh, what big teeth you have..." I gasped, taking a step back.
Ozy laughed, "The better to bite you with my dear." He licked his lips, his eyes locked on my heaving breasts.
"Ummmm... and what a long tongue you have..." I said, my knees beginning to tremble. Who knew that forests needed climate control. It was getting damn hot fast.
"The better to lick all the delicious places on your body." He chuckled, slowly and steadily moving closer until he had me pressed against the tree.

I could feel how aroused he was as he pressed his hips against my. I groaned as I felt a wash of wetness let loose inside and trickle down my thighs. Oh, fuck being a good girl. Good girls never have any fun.
"Ohhh, Big Bad," I sighed, running my hands up his chest and thrusting my hips forward so his erection pressed more closely into the "v" of my thighs, "What a giant gherkin you have."

Ozy grabbed my hands from his chest and lifted them over my head, holding them against the tree with one hand. With the other hand he pulled my leg up so it wrapped around his ass. He thrust his cock against me, the rough material of his jeans riding against the thin material of my thong, hitting my clit with startling accuracy. I threw my head back and groaned loudly.

"What's your name princess?" He asked, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss against the corner of my mouth. It was an interesting contrast of sensation coupled with the rough humping going on lower down.
"Lakota," I managed to squeak, my hips dancing helplessly to the rhythm he had created.

His lips captured mine and he drove his tongue into my mouth, our tongues dancing as the kiss burnt away the last vestiges of any hesitancy I might have harbored. Mmmmm.... he was the perfect male animal and I was so going to enjoy having my wicked way with him. I didn't realize he had ideas of his own.

Pulling his mouth away from mine, he pressed his lips against my ear and whispered, "We're going to play a little game, Lakota. I'm the big bad wolf and you're little Red Riding Hood. Follow me so far?"

I nodded and tried to lean forward to nibble on his neck, but he chuckled and leaned back just enough to frustrate me. Teasing bastard.

"You're going to run. I'm going to chase you. When I catch you, I get to do whatever I want to you, however I want. Got that?" He bit my earlobe and I yelped, then sighed.

"What if you don't catch me?" I pouted.
He laughed and stepped back, releasing my hands and leaving my cunt aching.
"I wasn't being funny," I scowled. "I can run really fast and I'm sneaky too. Don't think that just because I want to jump your big bad bone that I'll make it easy on you."

"It wouldn't be any fun if you made it easy." Ozy grinned. "In all fairness, I'll even give you a head start."

I almost told him I didn't need no stinking favors, but hell, a girl always uses whatever advantages are tossed her way. Taking a few steps away from him on my teetering shoes, I nearly fell over when he growled, "Run!"

I took off running, stumbling on my heels. I was going to have to lose the shoes quickly. But he didn't need to know that. Let him think I was a clutzy girl trying to escape him in high heels. Lull him into a false sense of security. Yeah....I can be sneaky. I could see him behind me, waiting as I tried to climb over some blasted branches that popped up out of nowhere. I strategically flipped up the back of my skirt, flashing him as I climbed over the branches. I think he was more amused than aroused though. Damn.

That's okay. He'll discover soon enough that I wasn't quite what he was expecting.

- To be continued in Part 2 -

I know I know - you weren't expecting a two parter, but really this story got sooooo long that you'll thank me that I didn't keep you here all day reading it.

Saturday, April 26

Teaser...

For the Little Red Kota Riding Hood story... I've gone a little overboard on the number of graphics and it's taking all damn day to create them. But this should give you a taste of what you're in for....
~wicked grin~
Oh yeah... you get to see some simulated Ozy flesh....

Friday, April 25

Boinked by Strat

No really - STRAT boinked me.
Read the comments in the last post.
Okay, okay... it was tag boinking.
You know how I feel about Memes... however... this one just happens to work out so delightfully hot that I HAVE to play by the rules. Serendipity and all that.
I think he picked me because he KNEW I've have something suitably naughty nearby for reading material. So this is how he sez it's played out:

The rules:
1. Pick up the nearest book.
2. Open to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the next three sentences.
5. Tag five people
The nearest book is "Satisfaction Guaranteed" by Charlene Teglia, which I finished last night. I bought it because her last book was so fucking hot it made me an instant fan. This one was really good too. {{I liked the last one better though because it had really hot cowboys in it and page after page of kinky sex. It was called something like "Wild, Wild West."}}

Anyway, the 6th, 7th and 8th sentences on page 123 were:

"It's your fault. You kept trying to get rid of me, so I had to seduce you into letting me stay. If I'd acted like a shrinking maiden, you wouldn't have told me you wanted to make me take your cock in every hole."

~giggling~
You can get the book and see for yourself. Too funny! It really was a great story.

Bonus sentences, same page: "Your Johnson. Schlong. Pecker, penis, hard-on, cock," Sabrina recited. She stretched her body on his, feeling an endless expanse of warm male flesh and rippling muscles...."

Okay - it just got very warm in here.

Okay, who do I tag? Hmmmm... who do I want to know what they're reading right now...

1. Oh yeah - what does Mr. Ozy have sitting nearby?
2. And Naughty One! Come on girlfriend, spill!
3. I'm almost afraid to ask what Gaddy might be reading... it could be anything from "Quantum Mechanics in Hilbert Space" to "Original Bondage Fairies Volume 1"
4. Ohhhh, I know! Karl! I'd love to know what he reads.
5. And IP, my sweet... with his inner monster fixation there is nooooo telling.
6. I can't do it... I can't obey the rules. It's making me crazy. It feels WRONG. So I'm boinking GingaPaul because I am simply dying to know what he is reading. Oh this should be good.

These should prove interesting responses.

And just so you don't think that ALL I read is erotica, I happen to have a copy of "Short Cuts" by Raymond Carver sitting by my purse that my neighbor's son gave me this afternoon. I haven't seen the film yet but it's on the playbill for monthly movie night Sunday.

Thursday, April 24

Work, work, work...

...and no play makes 'Kota a dull girl. Finishing up the Red Riding Hood story featuring the yummalicious Mr. Ozy as the big bad wolf. I should have that ready for you tomorrow night or saturday morning at the latest, once i get enough free time to wrap it up and finish the illustrative photos. {yum}

A note for the lurker dudes looking for a good time... thanks guys... but really, I'm not going to respond to your emails.

It may come as shocking news, but I'm not desperate for a quick, anonymous fuck. So, I'm not going to send you my address so we can "hook up." Nor am I going to send you my photo. Enjoy the blog, but give up on the idea that I'm a callgirl, 'kay?

If I ever decide to play in RL with someone I've met online, I have a personal wishlist already drawn up from my male friends here and posted next to my bed. ~grin~

Tuesday, April 22

Happy Earth Day!

Blessing of Gaia, the earth...

Blow a kiss to the wind
and let her wing it my way.

Take a deep breath
drawing her in
and tilt your head back letting
her sun, her rain,
her laughter, her tears
wash over you
and thru you.

Happy Earth Day to each of you.

Monday, April 21

Pimped Out

Massa Pimp Daddy Sage is pimping me out over at his place.
To read the interview click here.

If you have additional questions you want to ask - ask here... I'm feeling generous.

You probably won't get another opportunity to pluck personal details from me.

Sunday, April 20

Pushing the Envelope on Meme Responses... Muhahaha!

Naughty, the naughty, naughty girl tagged me. Bad Naughty. And she gave me rules. Silly Naughty. Which I will of course break. Duh.

1. Sex in the Morning or Sex at Night?


















2. Better Sex Music - Sade or Marvin Gaye?



3. Naughty Pics or Naughty Home Videos?















4. Fabulous Sex With: Dr Doug Ross or Dr Greg House?



















5. Vibrator or Dildo?















6. Bedroom Sex: Lights Off or Lights On?




















7. Word Preference: Pussy or Cunt?













8. Spanking Over the Knee or Spanking Only During Sex?



















9. More Exciting: Sex in an Elevator or Sex in an Aeroplane?




















10. Ron Jeremy or Peter North?



















11. Word Preference? Cock or dick?




















12. Linda Lovelace or Jenna Jameson?

















13. Rope Bondage or Bondage Tape?

















14. Give Rim Job or Receive Anal Sex?



















15. Get Rich Stripping in a Skanky Bar or Get Rich as a Call Girl for Celebs?










16. Which Threesome - Boy/Girl/Girl or Boy/Boy/Girl?



















17. Flavoured Oil or Tingling Oil?


















18. Pearl Necklace or Swallow?
















19. Sex While Strangers Watch or Sex With a Stranger?



















20. Tied to the Bed or to a St Andrew’s Cross?















Post this rules blurb at the beginning of the meme: (oops how did it end up at the bottom?)
1. You must include this link to Sex Talk - Sex Advice for Men. (huh?)
2. You must answer every question! If you don’t have a good answer, you are strongly encouraged to make up something good; we like to be entertained. (I’m tempted to not answer a question now. What are they gonna do – take away my Meme rights? LOL!)
3. You must tag three people. (Ummmm… nope. If anyone want to grab and play feel free)

Saturday, April 19

Really, is a title necessary?


~grin~
Have lots and lots of creative fun....

Friday, April 18

This one's for Mikey...

TGIF everyone! Anyone have special plans this weekend?
I have spring cleaning to do... ick.



Thursday, April 17

ohhhh... i'm so fucking mad right now.

Go read Mike the Spaz's post.

Art my ass.
I want to catch a plane and go rip that motherfucker's face off.

ummm.... not Mike's... the so-called artist's.

~stomping around in circles, cussing like a banshee~

Musical Interlude...



Listening to this right now and had to share...

Now that shes back in the atmosphere
With drops of jupiter in her hair, hey, hey
She acts like summer and walks like rain
Reminds me that theres time to change, hey, hey
Since the return from her stay on the moon
She listens like spring and she talks like june, hey, hey

Tell me did you sail across the sun
Did you make it to the milky way to see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated

Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star
One without a permanent scar
And did you miss me while you were looking at yourself out there

Now that shes back from that soul vacation
Tracing her way through the constellation, hey, hey
She checks out mozart while she does tae-bo
Reminds me that theres time to grow, hey, hey

Now that shes back in the atmosphere
Im afraid that she might think of me as plain ol jane
Told a story about a man who is too afraid to fly so he never did land

Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back to the milky way
And tell me, did venus blow your mind
Was it everything you wanted to find
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there

Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken
Your best friend always sticking up for you even when I know youre wrong
Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance five-hour phone
Conversation
The best soy latte that you ever had . . . and me

Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back toward the milky way

Whaz your Sin...

Swiped this from Creepy this morning. My results....
"Your sin has been measured. You have committed many sins, but Lust is the mortal sin that has done you in. Just below, discover your full sinful breakdown and learn what it is about you that codemns you to hell."
Take the Seven Deadly Sins Quiz

Lust, huh? Imagine that....

**Excuse all the space in this - fucking blogger won't let me delete the white space.
30 minutes is all i'm investing in trying to solve the unsolvable.


Fuck it. All the white scroll space made me crazy. Table deleted. Problem solved.

Wednesday, April 16

The RikkiTikki Painting

Amongst our blogging crowd we now can boast a painter of phenominal talent. Please do take a moment to pop by and admire his creative talents. Artists are a group unto themselves and love or hate art, you have to admire the creative drive and passion that demands one try to take an idea and communicate it.

Ricki has asked that I write something inspired by one of his paintings. This is my feeble attempt to create something based on what he created. Don't laugh at me, 'kay?
It's not a poem... I'm not sure what the hell to call it.

The Ailing Child
Sing, sing the feathered ones home,
her singing bringing
the flying beasties one by one
two by two
to aid the ailing child.

Midnight crows, umber hawks,
cobalt doves with sterling wings
and even a noble rock eagle
came to hear her sing,
offering up their own cries of grief
and hope
to aid the ailing child.

But it was the strangeling beast
one unique and allone
that carried the secret born
in forgotten dreams
that would aid the ailing child.

The outcome matters not,
it said,
irridescent fur shining
with the fire
of a thousand thousand suns.

It's the journey, only the journey
that matters
for there are no endings - not really
not ever, not never -
only beginnings, middles and beginning again.

And it held the ailing child
as the woman sang,
all of them
watching
as a new beginning was begun.

Tuesday, April 15

Thank you from my heart bottom... i mean bottom of my heart

~grin~
and no - this isn't my ass - but it's a fine one doncha think? Love me some leather and thigh highs.
Story going up in the morning. I keep yawning.
I'm calling it an early night and curling up with a hot book.
Manana my darlings....

ps - what material/object do you love the feel of? Yeah - i know, loaded question with this crowd but some of you may surprise me.

A Sassy Meme Morphed - Your participation required

YOU DID GOOD! ~SMOOCHES~

Sassy has a meme up that is rather creative. Those of you who knew me in my barbie days know that I hate memes and take great pleasure in twisting them into new shapes. ~waggling eyebrows~
I'm voluntarily stealing this one. Shocking I know. Instead of filling out what I think, I'm assigning you with answers. Don't make me hunt you down. It's easy. I deleted the boring ones like "what direction I am, what month I am." (zzzzzz)

CAT - If Lakota were a planet she would be: VENUS
OZY - If Lakota were a animal she would be: VERITABLE ZOO
SAGE - If I were a liquid she would be: DROWNING
KARL - If Lakota were a flower/plant she would be: FLOWERING PEYOTE
OZY - If Lakota were a flower/plant she would be: GHOST ORCHID
CAT - If Lakota were a flower/plant she would be: JASMINE
KARL - If Lakota were a kind of weather she would be: WIOHPEYA TATE
STRAT - If Lakota were a musical instrument she would be: SUNBURST STRATOCASTER GUITAR
GINGAPAUL - If Lakota were an emotion she would be: ANTICIPATION
KARL - If Lakota were a color she would be: FIRE ENGINE RED
OZY - If Lakota were a color she would be: GOLD
MIKE - If Lakota were a sound she would be: SQUIRT, SQUIRT
VE - If Lakota were a car she would be: JAGUAR
EVYL - If Lakota were a song she would be: DISTURB'S VOICES
GADDY - If Lakota were a food she would be: BLEEDING
MOOGI - If Lakota were a taste she would be: ...BLUE PIGEON (?!?!)
GADDY - If Lakota were a scent she would be: PINE FIRE AND JASMINE
PETER - If Lakota were a word she would be: ASSonance
KARL- If Lakota were a facial expression she would be: THE "OH OF ORGASM"
OZY- If Lakota were a facial expression she would be: SERENITY - THE ULTIMATE PIECE ~HEH~
CREEPY - If Lakota were a cartoon character she would be: SHE-DEVIL IN A MARTINI GLASS
CAT - If Lakota were a cartoon character she would be: WONDER-TROLLOP IN LEATHER
RICKITIKKI - If Lakota were a number she would be: INFINITY
JAMES - If Lakota were to stop pretending she would still be: A HANDFUL ~wink~

Monday, April 14

Ozy's Eloquent Answer to What Kind of Animal is she?

I have before me a the enviable task
Choosing Lakota’s appropriate animal mask
Meadow voles, being ever so promiscuous
Would be a choice all too conspicuous
Snow Leopards, both beautiful and strong
Would be a choice not altogether wrong
Perhaps it would be a great white shark
Sleek lines and deadly on the mark
A mocking bird comes well to mind
Tenacious and tough as any to find
Then again I could choose the gazelle
Moving graceful and agile as hell
I could choose the black widow instead
Obvious enough for analogy unsaid
A snake is a choice I could go with even
You know the one from the Garden of Eden
To be truthful though, none comes to mind
That could match the beauty of her behind
That could encompass her sexy style
That comes close to attractive wiles
Some sort of chimera would be the only thing
That would have the attributes of which I sing
But one description is appropriately full
Simply put
Lakota is an animal

~sigh~ I love me some Ozymandiaz. Yup, I do.

Farewell Song for Enigma

Enigma is leaving. Done with the Blogging.
I can relate. I've thought about it myself as some of you know.

She's a delight and will be greatly missed not only for her intellect and humor but her warmth and loving personality.

Damn... this sounds like a eulogy doesn't it?

Not supposed to - just wanted to say I'll miss ya E-sista. Thanks for letting me chase you with my butterfly net.

Blessings upon your journey.

Friday, April 11

Working on a RickiTikki Writing - in the meanwhile...

For the girls {mostly} but as always - something on the backend for you boys...


I have him right where I want him...
Muuwwahahahahahaaaaa!
~blinking innocently~
Hmmmm.... who could this be? Looking at how perfectly put together he is - Yeah, keep unzipping those pants baby... just a little more....The things I could do to him. ~happy sigh~ One little tug and it's all mine.

mmmmm.... i know who this reminds me of.... yum to the twelfth power.Biting my fist... that ass.... so nice... and I could get real dirty with this guy.
Yeah, yeah - he's gay, I know. Stop fucking with my fantasies.
Any of you guys up for a shower?