I don't know how or when it happened. I don't know why or what caused it.

All I see is the effects. All I see is the results of this thing that happened.

Some of you may have noticed. A few of you might already know.

If you have, can you tell me why? Or what?

No, I haven't lost my mojo...or have I?

I haven't lost my ability to turn a phrase... or have I?

Is it writer's block when you have a topic, a theme, content, a plot, a sequence (a few of them too)...but no words?

Is it writer's block when you find yourself leaving inarticulate, unintelligent comments on other blogs?

Or just skipping the commenting altogether to avoid sounding like a total twat...

There isn't much I outrightly fear...but I fear this... God, I fear this (forgive me Lord)

I value my intelligence, my creativity, my wordsmanship...above any of my other qualities

And to lose that...my fingers tremble over the keyboard at the thought

Trepidation intensified by the fact that after years of soul-searching, I finally defined myself as a writer.

What is a writer who cannot write?

A/An 'r'?... I joke, but there is nothing funny here. This here be gallows humor.

This is not bloggaria. This is something worse. This is death

For if I cannot write, I cannot live.

I breathe through the words that leave my fingertips.

My heart palpates to the rhythm of metaphors (further problem; I had to look up the spelling of "rhythm"...wasn't sure)

Similes flow unobstructed through my veins

Familiar to white blood vessels, this is their home

So when they are gone, I starve for them

My heartrate slows without a rhythm to follow

My blood pressure drops... how else would you explain the ache in my fingers

Blood starvation, word starvation

I NEED TO WRITE!!!!

Five drafts, started...abruptly paused mid first paragraph, no further words come. FIVE!

Missing

Afro (Jun 1..15 days)

Confessions (May 18...29 days) <Nurse, dont u know that swine flu is going around...now is NOT the time to be disappearing>

Lady Koko (Jun 1...15 days) <you popped in for a  second and then disappeared again...sup with that?>

Miss Definitely Maybe (May 16...31 days)

Miss Love aka LovePaprika (April 9...68 days)

Padosh aka Phoenix (May 18...29 days)

Bond Girl (April 29...48 days)

Shona (Jun3...13 days)

Smaragd(May 9...38 days)

TDVA(May 27...18 days)

Wordmerchant(Jun 2...14 days)<You better go see a doctor about that foolish bloggaria>

If found, please return to blogsville asap. Reward: Riveting reading.

I have a surprise for you, close your eyes I'd said.

Ok.

I moved from my position, lips between her thighs, over to the bedside table.

She was already dripping..my face was covered in her juices.

I picked up the little pouch and opened it. I pushed the button.

Bzzzzzzzzz

OMG I love you!

Rewind..

1 week previous, in the afterglow.

Just so you know, I'm not looking for anything serious. Unprompted

Ok then, so just a bit of fun? My response.

Yea I guess.

Left it at that.

Fast forward to friday night..

I come home and she's asleep in my bed. Blue patterned chemise, red lace panties. I "wake her up" with my lips between her thighs, till she's dripping wet.

I have a surprise for you, close your eyes

I moved from my position over to the bedside table

I picked up the little pouch and opened it. I pushed the button.

Bzzzzzzzzz

OMG I love you!

I ignored it at the time and carried on; tongue, fingers...bzzzz. Her legs shook...her body arched...her vulva convulsed... but I digress.

I have a question to pose to the ladies. This is a casual thing, a B.U.D.D.Y as Mocha, and previously Musiq put it.

Should I be worried?

I'm going to talk to her later today..just make sure we're on the same page. I'm open to things developing, but if there's something behind that statement, things may be developing much too quickly. I'm not sure I can keep up.

Another question.

Should B.U.D.D.I.E.S be exclusive? Does exclusivity make it more than an arrangement? Is exclusivity the required criterion for graduation from "arrangement" to "situation"?

She's a great girl. On the surface of things, not nearly as crazy as previous engagements. And there's definitely the possibility. But not quite yet.

So I ask again.

Should I be worried?

I'm having trouble adding pictures to posts so I'm going to have to hold off on the Bunny Boiler story for now. In its wake, and as a peace offering, I'm going to put up the details of some of the techniques involved in S.O.M.E.

The Yoni Massage is something I learned and picked up fairly recently and have decided to make an integral part of getting  S.O.M.E; at no extra cost of course.

Please note that this makes up only a part(optional at that) and not all of the S.O.M.E, but can be conducted on it's own.

Yoni Massage

The girl should lie on her back with pillows under her head so she can look down at her genitals and up at her partner. Legs should be spread, with knees slightly bent and vahjayjay fully exposed (this is an extremely vulnerable position for the woman. The partner should be sensitive to this)

Begin with deep, relaxing breathing. It might help to have some soothing music playing in the background. Deep breathing and relaxation is paramount.

Pour a small quantity of oil on the mound;  just enough that it drips down the outer lips. Begin gently massaging the mound and outer lips. Spend time here and do not rush. Relax and enjoy giving the massage.



Gently squeeze the outer lip between the thumb and index finger, and slide up and down the entire length of each lip. Do the same to the inner lips. Take your time.

Stroke the clitoris with clockwise and counter-clockwise circles. Gently squeeze it between thumb and index fingers. Do this as a massage and not to get the her off. The woman will undoubtedly become very aroused but continue to encourage her to relax and breathe.

Slowly and with great care, insert the middle finger of your right hand into the vagina. Very gently explore and massage the inside of the  vagina with this finger. Take your time, be gentle, and feel up, down and sideways. Vary the depth, speed and pressure. It is important to remember that this is a massage in which you are nurturing and relaxing her. With your palm facing up, and the middle finger inside the Yoni, move the middle finger in a "come here" gesture or crook back towards the palm to hit the Gräfenberg. Once again, vary the pressure, speed and pattern of movement. You can move side to side, back and forth, or in circles with your middle finger. If you feel it necessary, insert another finger. Resist the urge to finger-fuck her. Remember, this is a massage; take your time and be very gentle


You can use your left hand to massage her breasts, abdomen, or clitoris. If you massage the clitoris it's usually best to use the thumb in an up down motion, with the rest of the hand resting on, and massaging the mound. The dual stimulation of right and left hands will provide much pleasure for the receiver. Continue massaging, using varying speed, pressure and motion, all the while continuing to breathe deeply.

If she has an orgasm, keep her breathing, and continue massaging if she wants. More orgasms may occur, each gaining in intensity. In Tantra this is called "riding the wave."



In ending the massage, slowly, gently, and with respect, remove your hands. Allow her to relax and enjoy the afterglow of the Yoni massage. Cuddling or holding is very soothing as well.

This massage can be given in conjunction to, or as a substitute to cunnilingus (yes, it's that good), so for you ladies who  (God knows why) are still suffering a dude that doesn't give head, make him learn how to do this. If he does it well, you won't be able to tell the difference between his fingers and his tongue.

Enjoy

sWeET DREAMS

continued from here

He had married the perfect woman. He was eternally grateful for her and he only hoped he was worthy of her. Everything he did, everyday he lived was for her, and the kids -of course he couldn't forget the twins. He had no idea what he had done to deserve her, but he knew he could never do anything to hurt her. He could never lose her.

These are the thoughts that made their way through Dwayne's brain as he looked down at his wife, on her knees in front of him. This woman, still stunning after two of his big headed children, pulling her hair back with one hand as the other pushed at him, guiding him towards the bed. There was no life without her. She truly was the flesh of his flesh, the bone of his bone...

He chuckled at the irony of that last thought.

"What's funny", she hummed

"Don't talk with your mouth full", he playfully commanded

She looked up at him, a sly defiant smile in her eyes, and pushed him back onto the bed. He was flat on his back now. She climbed onto the bed and took him in her mouth again, her ears primed, waiting for his reaction to her anniversary present.

She looked at him. His eyes were closed. "Damn". She would have to get him to open them. Good thing she knew exactly how to work his joystick.

She did the "thing".

Fuck *gasp* Cy? Shit, I'm cumming, Cy?

"M hmm." No way she was letting go now. His seed was hers!

He filled her mouth. She swallowed gleefully, not letting any of it get away. She could feel him trembling under her now. He was clutching the sheets, his legs tense, stretched out, his toes were curling. She had her payback.

She crawled up into his arms and waited for him to catch his breath.

"Cy"

"Yes baby?"

"When did we put a mirror on the ceiling?"

She smiled. "Happy Anniversary darling"

Here's a list of things that have peeved me off this week:

• London travel


• Furthermore, the tube strike


• Having to work at 7am tomorrow


• Having to work till 7pm on friday


• Having 3 conflicting (and impossible to co-ordinate) engagements this weekend. Some people are going a have to be disappointed


• Continuing to find stunning studios that I want when my lease isn't up for 3 months (you'd think I'd just stop looking right?)


• Writer's block


• Reader's block


• Mr Halitosis on the DLR


• Facebook releasing yet another Blackberry app without Facebook chat (really shouldn't be so eager, i already have MSN, Yahoo, Google and Blackberry messengers distracting me at work...not to talk of email, blogger, Twitterberry and text messaging)

...

Woosah...

...

In
other news, plenty rumu rumu this weekend. Unfortunately, you guys
won't be getting that gist. At least not yet (you know I don't blog
rumu rumu as it happens now) I'll say this though; kini yen gbono gan,
es muy calienté.

More news, I met this girl the other
day. Her vibe is one of a girl who is exceedingly aware of her hotness
and the power she wields over men. I won't lie, me sef I shook small.
But I had to check myself. After all, I'm ScribbleMeFree, Master of the
Game (ees a lie o! I'm just a student lol).

But I gotta try
though. This girl, the way that she smiles that makes me want to hand
over my wallet. If na jazz, e no go work. I'm not averse, however, to
some non verbal negotiation. Ahem.

Anyway, I know I
owe you lovely people a bunny boiler story. Don't worry, its coming.
Abeg una no vex. You still love me abi? Yes, its by force.

sWeET DREAMS blogville

Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless device

I suspected it for the longest time. The random "bang bang bang"s, the constant music. Like they were trying to drown out something. Like they were trying to cover up something.

It occurred to me the night I heard a crash, and then frightened voices and whispering outside my window at 3am one night (don't ask why I was up). I looked out the window and saw 2 tiny Chinese girls standing in the street. They looked scared. A second later something spooked them because they Bolted down the street (doubt Usain would have been able to keep up even). I contemplated calling 999 but didn't (I know, I know). Someone did though, because there was a ECILOP(See Roc) car outside in minutes.

After that night there were no incidents for a while, but I noticed that several cameras had been installed over their front door giving them a view of the entire street. I shrugged it off.

And then the floodgates opened. I figure they opened fully for business within the last couple of months. Either that or I just wasn't paying attention before. These days its a swarm of guy after guy after guy going in there.

To be honest, I thought for a while they were drug dealers (I heard about a Chinese "family" that rented out a house and turned it into a "greenhouse", if you know what I mean). I'm still not convinced they're not drug dealers. I think they're diversified. But I digress.

The clincher, for me, occurred one fateful spring night. Any hint of shyness they might have previously had was/is gone. The girls were performers. The guys were dirty, nasty pervs.

I was in bed, reading, as I do to wind down after a long day. I hear giggles. Then. Bang Bang Bang. Squeak Squeak. Bang Bang Bang. "Oh Mr Andrews you so biiig".

I almost died with laughter.

The thing about this place is that you hardly ever actually see the girls. They come out like once a month or something (prompting me to think they're in some kinda bondage).

So, yes, since that night, everytime I look out the window and see a flashy car pull up, and a paedophilic guy gets out and walks toward the house, I make sure he sees me give him the most disapproving stare like "mhmm, I know what you're here for"

My flatmate even joked about us going over there and getting the BBBJTCWS*. I'm not down with that. Not for any reason other than that I refuse to pay for sex of any sort.

So I told him to find out if they offer any introductory freebies. I'll let you know how it goes. Hehe.

* Bare Back Blow Job To Completion With Swallow

Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless device