Spent most of the day Thursday in bed feeling like death smeared on toast.  It kind of snuck up on me as the week progressed then laid me on my ass Wednesday night.  Nooooooooo……  Can I tell you how pissed that makes me?!  When someone (ME!) is sick for the greater part of the fall (two months is a looooooong time! *stomps foot*) you’d think that automatically gives them a ‘free pass’ for the rest of the winter.  *humpf*

It’s interesting the flu-induced dreams you can have though.  They were vivid, fucked up and just strange.  At one point PC, Ashton and I are at Roxy’s house (I told you- STRANGE!).  And everyone was talking like the ‘people’ do in that Sims computer game (know what I mean?? That ridiculous gibberish that no one can understand).  And I kept clearing my throat, to try to get real words to come out but no….only thing that would come out was the insane gibberish.  Later I find Roxy in her kitchen, making Bloody Mary’s. With fresh squashed tomatoes.  Oh yummmm…….NOT.  *puke* (lolol)

Later in the day I had to drag my sorry ass out of bed to hit the post office. I had some items that *had* to go out.  So I throw on the first pair of jeans I can find, paired with the VS sleep tee and Hollister sweatshirt I’d been sporting since the night before, a pair of flip flops (it’s been incredibly mild the last couple days) and finally throw my hair up into a messy bun with my bangs pinned to the side.  Classy. (not really) And hot….. (snort) After hitting the post office, still feeling crappy and cursing my sore throat, I decide to grab a Chai Latte from Starbucks.  While standing in line to order, I notice a man (cute…not my type mainly bc if you noticed- I refer to him as a man…not a boy *snort*, but definitely cute) stealing glances at me.  Here I stand feeling like death smeared on toast….it’s highly likely I look like that too.  Especially considering I never even glanced in a mirror before heading out of the house.

Finally he approaches me-
Him-  *smiles* 
You know it’s winter….  
*looking down at my feet -remember I’m wearing flip flops-* (at least I have well manicured toes year round!)

Me- *looking down too*
Yeah.
*then nodding towards the motorcycle helmet he’s holding*
….says the man riding a motorcycle in December
*smiling at him*

Him- *laughing*
Touche’

My order is called and I lean past him…smiling…  And tell him to have a have a great day.

Makes a sick girl feel good to know even while feeling like death smeared on toast I can get hit on.  Haha…..

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Anywho.  We have big, fancy plans this weekend that involve getting dolled up (I might let PC play along too *smirk*), adults and free liquor…YES, so you can imagine how this is something I do not want to miss out on!

~ xo

Vixen

(vi.sualize.us)

Things I remember… (and miss)

The longing…intimate gazes. 

Followed by sly, flirtatious, knowing sometimes devious….grins.

Her breath on the back of my neck.

The chills it always gave me.

The smile it always (always) brought to my face.

The way she played with the ties of my bikini bottoms. 

Teasingly. 

The giddiness that ensued.

The way she traced each and every one of my tattoos.  With her finger…and then her tongue.

Her quickened breath.

The words that escaped her mouth….barely.  In the heat of the moment.

The way she would stop me….to relish, in the moment.

I could go on.  But I’ll hold onto the rest, for myself.  It’s not so much about sharing…but the need to gush.  And remember…and memorize.  And relish in…  The details.

(vi.sualize.us)

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~ xo

Vixen

Full of desire. Lust.  Left with my thoughts.  And fantasies…..

And counting down the moments. 
Tick…  Tock…..

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Have a fabulous Tuesday!

~ xo

Vixen

Ok.  So completely out of boredom and then what led to curiosity, late one night awhile back (insomnia…oh so much fun…) I signed up for an AFF account as an experiment.  As I’ve mentioned before, PC is the one who peruses the sites and likes to ‘shop’ for me.  99.5% of what he sends me to check out I have little interest in (Ashton made the .5% and damn was that a good decision…it just shows how much his ad clicked with me *wink*).  PC used ALT.com for quite awhile and that really wasn’t my scene.  From Bossy Becky who wanted to dominate PC and took the approach of telling me how it should be done…um…. FAIL.  To the couple that I really was interested in, that seemed like such a  perfect fit…he was deployed in the military and wanted his wife to have a playmate while he was gone.  Except she didn’t drink and didn’t think anyone else should either.  Bwahahaha…yeah, that’s not gonna fly.  There were many others, PC managed that account and all the emails and he was good at it, but nothing ever really worked out there. 

I did try out Ashley Madison briefly but become bored with that very early on.  It felt complicated and so many hoops to jump through just to like TALK to anyone.  AND, they were mostly all married people hoping to have an illicit, discrete affair (yeah, yeah I know it’s what the site is all about, I mean after all their slogan is “Life is short.  Have an affair”).  Bleah….I’m not dying to enter into an affair where drama is likely to erupt.  Me and drama….not on the same team.

And we all know my luck on CL, again, PC is the one who enjoys browsing there the most.  It’s just easier that way, let him weed through and then I’ll reject the ads he sends me.  Ha!

Ok.  So back to AFF.  It’s been….eye opening to say the least.  I know there are women on there looking for a good fuck and nothing more.  And there is nothing wrong with that, it’s just not ME.  Or what I am looking for/interested in.  I’m not that girl that fucks every person she meets.  Nothing wrong with those girls.  Just I’M not one of them.

Anyway though. It got me thinking because somethings really bugged me and I figured I would give some pointers, for the men mostly-

*STOP with the dick picture as your profile shot. I don’t care what your DICK looks like.  What it does now….that’s a different story, lol.  But sending me an email with you holding your cock?  Lost me before Hello. (want to clarify, dick pics among *other* shots- fine….I mean, I’m a sucker for a guy with a hot bod)

*Sending an email to a girl and the first thing you say is what you would like to DO with your dick.  Again.  Really?!  That is your ‘pick up line’?!  Would you come up to a girl in a bar and tell them what you would like to do to them with your 10foot dick?  Idon’tfuckingthinkso.  You’d get a drink in your face if not wallopped up side the head.  When you send an email to a chick (at least THIS chick), for gods sake try to at least WOO me, will ya?!

*Have something to say.  Telling me “Hi, I liked your profile.”  Period. Nothing more. ….isn’t going to cut it!  I’m not a guy (no shit, right?  *lol*) -although I’ve heard there are much, more more men on on AFF then women- so I don’t know their side.  But females get hundreds of emails a day.  You have to have something that is going to draw a girl in!  (and NO that’s not your dick picture *snort*) One of the bitches I’ve had about the girls I’ve tried chatting with on CL…their lack of interest.  Or their response is some one liner and I’m thinking…wait a minute.  YOU had the ad. I emailed YOU and you respond with “Cool.  You’re pretty”.  Um…. huh?

*Lastly, my profile stated that I was mostly only attracted to men younger than me (if at all, it takes a lot for me to be interested in someone else, especially a guy).  Most certainly men who appear young looking.  So that said- Grandpa! STOP SENDING ME EMAILS.  Ya perv, I’m NOT INTERESTED.  I’m barely attracted to men my own age (PC, hon, you are totally discluded here…but you should know that considering people think you are 10 yrs younger than you are, *grins*), I’m most certainly NOT going to be attracted to someone my DAD’S age.  *shudder* (no offense to my more advanced readers…just being honest about *MY* interests/likes)

So.  All this said.  I only had my profile listed as ‘interested in men also’ (rather than just females) for all of a week before I changed it back to female for female.  The funny thing is, I still got numerous emails a day from men (they’ve died down since I’m completely inactive on there now).  But um...psst…did ya read my profile, m’k?  Right.  Add that to the list too.  Ok then.

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Hope everyone has a great Labor Day!

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~ xo

Vixen

Let’s see.  This weekend was a complete whirlwind.  PC and I unexpectedly had Friday evening to ourselves.  To which we decided to celebrate by staying up until 4:30 am.  Talking…  What?! We did.  ~wink~

*yawn* 

Spent Saturday soooooooooooooo tired.  But childless, so it was the perfect opportunity to veg and read.  Later that afternoon we enjoyed our awesome weather- that had cooled from the 98 degrees it was the day previously to mid 80′s with a nice breeze-  outside on a bar patio drinking beer. Where my light weight husband became quite buzzed off his half of a Blue Moon.  *snort*  Gotta love him, no? My sister texted me saying she wanted to out.  So, all impromptu like we agreed to meet her.  Her awesome hubby (who is not much of a party-ier) took all five kiddos to a movie in the park while PC, sis and I headed to a fabulous new bar she’d discovered a few months back.  Roof top patio with a downtown vibe, yet only 10min from sis house (who lives very not downtown).  Sah-weet!

Met an incredibly *HOT* girl.  We actually felt badly for her, she was with a large group of people who all obviously knew each other, and she- quite obviously- did not know them.  So we (as in I insisted PC go) invited her to join us.  Which she did and stayed with us the rest of the night.  Ironically we have the same first name.  And ironically we graduated from the same high school.  We did not, however, graduate in the same year….or actually really even the same decade.  *ahem*  She’s an exotic dancer and could be a dead ringer for Thirteen from House….with a splash of Amy Winehouse (the non druggy version).  Um yeah….she had it totally going on.  Fun times…

I did however, mix my alcohol (huge no-no in the Vixen handbook).  Beer, Patron and Vodka, with a splash of Cranberry……  Caused the need to nurse a hang over/fog most of Sunday (I’m never hung over- gah).

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The downside of the weekend though was my 19 year old cat passed away.  Shalimar lived a long, happy life.  I swear she used up at least 7 of them through out her years.  Being a Siamese, she was a one person cat, a fabulous cat.  She was my first baby, we were very attached.  We’d been through a lot together.  She began going downhill last weekend and I knew it was only a matter of time.  My heart is hurting.  *sigh* 

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Ok.  Well.  Enjoy your Monday.

(vi.sualize.us)

~ xo

Vixen

“I kinda flirt with everything and everyone, no matter if it’s a tree or a coffee cup. I can’t resist.”

The whole player thing….  (which jr so kindly provided a definition of -below- from the Urban Dictionary and that I am so totally NOT) When I mentioned it last week (you know, when PC called me out on it), I failed to mention it was entirely directed towards my interactions with females. I am so totally NOT a player (oh good lord…SO totally not….lololol) when it comes to boys (to clarify…PC doesn’t count…he’s an honorary girl ~winkgrins~).  I mean…until this past year the very idea of me even liking one was ridiculous to me, and well anyone else who knows me well. I just wasn’t attracted to them.  Not that that stopped me from flirting, or being friendly with one (many).  I just wasn’t interested.  Still find that to be pretty true. It’s much easier for me to feel an attraction to a female.

But.  I am an equal opportunity flirter.  I don’t discriminate.  Girl…guy….cute….sexy….smoking hot…plain…not really my type…whatever. I WILL flirt with you.  I’m not even sure of my ‘type’….bc for me, it’s all about whether that *CLICK* is felt.  It surprises me sometimes in fact, when I feel it.  Who it comes from.  What caused it.  When I’m asked my type, I shrug. I used to rattle off something…like I really knew.  But it was pointed out to me (ahemPCahem), that no….that has nothing to do with anything really.  I like to make people feel good about themselves.  Make them smile.  Put a lift in their step.  I have a knack for it.  I like that I have that ability to do that for someone.  BUT please don’t get me wrong….  I have my sights set.  My crushes, interests, while they may seem to include everyone...don’t.

(vi.sualize.us)

Just because I flirt with someone, doesn’t mean I want to hook up with them.  I am very flirtatious.  It’s just who I am.  PC and I work well, because he understands this about me.  Not that he isn’t insanely flirtatious himself….  But he doesn’t feel threatened.  Nor do I with him.  Hell when guys have offered to buy me a drink when we are out, he is all for it.  Saves him money!  *smirk*

A past girlfriend was upset with me at one point, regarding my flirting- she wanted to feel *special*.  But I mean, everyone wants to feel special to someone, right?!  When I pay so much attention to… ‘everyone’….the person I’m into has a difficult time ‘knowing’ they are the one I’m lusting after, completely into.  Well, gah, I guess that makes sense.

I guess I suck at that part.  Because in my mind…I KNOW who I’m into.  But I guess sometimes I get so consumed in my flirting that I fail to really devote my attention to the person(s) I am entirely interested in.  PC has even complained about this occasionally. (I TOLD you…I suck sometimes)

(((PC)))

I like to be liked.  To feel special.  And adored.  And fawned over.  Why wouldn’t they?

Player?  Not so much.  Equal opportunity flirter?  Completely.

(weheartit)

~ xo

Vixen