Update to Loving My Lady Parts Post


Follow up to “Loving My Lady Parts” post

A few weeks ago I wrote a post called “Loving My Lady Parts” which was about having pain in my lower right abdomen and my visit to my GYN. This is an update to that post.

This is where I need to let out a long sigh of frustration…


And another one


Well, My GYN called me yesterday to discuss the results of my TransVaginal Ultrasound. I guess I was expecting him to say I had an Ovarian Cyst. But he said something completely different and a lot more concerning. I’m freaking outπŸ™€

After discussing the Ultrasound results with the Radiologist, My GYN asked for a second reading by another doctor because it showed a non-cystic nodule on my Right ovary. The Radiologist said the Ultrasound confirms a diagnosis of Endometriosis. He also said the nodule looks like a Endometrioma which is a growth that could be benign or cancerous. The Radiologist said a followup TransVaginal Ultrasound in six weeks was recommended to determine if the nodule grows. If the nodule grows in six weeks, I will need a biopsy.

In the meantime, my GYN is strongly recommending for me to start hormone therapy to completely suppress my periods and put me into drug induced Menopause. This will stop other nodules from forming, it will ease the pain and it will stabilize the nodule I currently have. We set up an appointment for another exam on January 7th. He will give me the prescription for the hormones and the followup Ultrasound during that appointment. I asked to wait until after the holidays to deal with this and he said it was ok.

While this news isn’t horrible and it certainly can be a benign growth, It really caught me off-guard. I’m writing this blog to process my emotions and work through the heavy thoughts that are weighing me down right now. I will warning you the rest of this post isn’t going to be pretty. Let me sigh one more time before I rant.


I can’t even tell you how much this depresses me and pisses me off at the same time. No one I know works as hard as I do to be healthy. No one I know has made as many sacrifices as I have made to be healthy.

In the last four years I’ve beat a congenital heart arrhythmia that gave me a non blockage heart event & Non-Alcoholic Stetohepatits(Liver Disease). I kicked Celiac Disease’s ass. I normalized my Thyroid & lowered my Cholesterol by making lifestyle changes and I healed a neck injury that gave me a six week migraine. I guess what I’m saying is that I’ve been tested. I’ve been fucking tested God…STOP. The Devil has be trying his hardest to break me and take me. But, I keep getting back up, fighting and winning.

But, today I must admit I AM TIRED. I AM WEARY. I want to lay down my sword and say no fucking more.

How many more times am I going to facedown a life threatening illness and be able to win? Do I have it in me to rally again?

My niece told me recently she thinks I’m one of the strongest people she knows. But honestly, on days like today, I don’t feel strong. Actually I feel very weak. I want to cry on someone’s shoulder. I want crawl up next to someone and hide from the world. I want to get drunk, smoke cigarettes, eat a glutinous Cheesesteak and do like 20 shots. I want to dance on the bar naked and not care who sees me. I want find a random beautiful 22 year old boy toy and fuck his brains out and then tell him he can’t stay over. I want to escape the bullshit my uncooperative body is handing me and just go out having a good time.

There – I said it.

That’s my truth today.

And, if I didn’t have people who love me, if I didn’t have people who would be disappointed and heartbroken if I chose to commit slow suicide, I would do it.

I would so do it.

But, instead I will let myself eat Gluten Free Chocolate Chips, Potato Chips and a Coke for dinner. Then I’ll go to bed and hope that I get a good night sleep for the first time in two weeks.

Then after I get over my little tantrum, I’ll get up, carry on and fight again. Because that is what I do. I did cancel all of my plans for this weekend. I want to try to rest and sleep all weekend. I also want to try and reprogram myself.

Starting Monday I’ll be ready to take on life again. But until Monday I will fantasize about letting it all go. Until Monday I’ll be sad if I want to be.

Until Monday I will remember I have people who love me. And I’ll get up and fight again…for them.


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Ocean Kiss – Love, Sex & Poetry

Ocean Kiss – Love, Sex & Poetry
By: Linda A. Long

You will find me
In the sunrise
Where the sky
Kisses the ocean
On the tip
Of a wave
That echoes
My nipples
Into erection
With thoughts
Of your wet lips
Kissing my breasts
Into arousal
And promising a
New passionate beginning
Waits for you
Where the sand
Meets the water
And you ride
The tide
Into my thoughts
And remind me
Of your desire
To touch my lips
With the brush
Of your finger
And pull me
Into your arms
My desires exposed
I’m naked
And open
To your erotic intentions
I rest on the bed
Of sexual chemistry
Stirring my potion
With just the
Touch of my fingers
Connecting with you
I send you
Sexual energy
I fortify you
With the confidence
Of a woman
Who wants
You authentically
Seducing you
With the smell
Of the ocean
On my skin
And the
Soft rolling waves
Of the passion
Between us
Growing stronger
With the rising tide
You will find me
In the sunset
Where the sky
Kisses the ocean
And my body lays
Open to the
Sweet melody
Of your erotic intentions
Your thoughts are
Carried to me
With the soft
Words you say to me
As I feel you
Softly kiss
Between my legs
I call to you
Follow the sound
Of the rolling waves
I’m lying naked
On a cloud
In the sunrise
Of a new beginning
The sunrise
Of my love
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I was looking at the ocean this morning from my window. This poem & MBE came to mindβ€οΈπŸ˜„πŸ‘ŽπŸ’‹πŸ˜ž

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Persuasion – Love, Sex & Poetry

Persuasion – Love, Sex & Poetry
By: Linda A. Long

I was wet
Lust saturated my mind
And coveted
My every thought
Holding it tightly
Like you were
My arms to the bed
As you had
Your delight
My arms were above
My head
Pinned to the bed
By your masculine hands
You exert your dominance
Over my submissive body
Open to your erotic suggestions
Willing to explore
The depths of desire
With you
My lover
I surrender
My ample breasts
To the warmth
Of your silky lips
Slip down the curve of
Voluptuous hips
Into the waiting waters
Of our sensual chemistry
Anchor yourself
Between my soft thighs
With the assertiveness
Of your passionate energy
I release
The power of my sensuality
Under the firm
Of you
Inside of me
Your persistent persuasion
Raises my hips
With your orgasmic thrusts
My body responds
To the persuasion
Of your thoughts
As I lay leisurely
In bed
I think of you
This morning
I vision you at work
And I acquiesce
To the persuasion of your
That make me wet
And beg for
The touch of my hand
Between my legs
I surrender under
The power of your
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The Answer – Love, Sex & Poetry

The Answer – Love, Sex & Poetry
By: Linda A. Long

There’s a primal
Scent of desire
That drifts in the air
When we are near
Each other
It’s a magnet
My eyes to yours
It pouts my lips
In anticipation
Of your kiss
And hangs like
In the air
Your desire clings
To me
Without resistance
I allow myself
The pleasure
Of the fall
Into enchantment
With you
My breasts float
In heightened awareness
Of your presence
In my aura
It rises up in me
The heat rises up
As the flame licks
My erotic intentions
Anticipation swells
Between my legs
Eager to spread
If even for just a second
For you this afternoon
In the privacy
Of my words
To your heart
On the sweet
Waves of your
Erotic intentions
I lay myself open
To the beautiful soul
I see
Behind your gentle eyes
It’s the synergy of your
Masculine dominance
And the gentleness
Of your soul
That melts me
Like snow
On a warm afternoon
Melting before your eyes
I offer no resistance
Only acknowledgement
Of the truth
That I now accept
As my own
You now reside
In a part of my heart
That I never knew
I left open
You crawled slowly
Into the darkest corner
Of my resistant heart
And broke
Through my defenses
With lust
And the honor
Of a good man
I’m not sure
Where the new
Optimism I feel
For love
In my heart
Will lead me
But I do know
One thing for sure
I trust you
I really genuinely
Trust you
With my life
With my heart
With my path
Where you lead
I will follow
I will follow
Where you lead
That’s my answer
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It’s funny. This is what I hear in my head, “I have a plan. Hang in there. Don’t go anywhere. Trust me. I have a plan for us.”

I suppose this poem is the answer to this communication. Almost as if I’m giving MBE the vote of confidence he needs to move forwardβ€οΈπŸ˜„πŸ‘ I am in! Whatever scathingly brilliant plan you are working, I am IN !β€οΈπŸ˜„πŸ˜‰βœŒοΈπŸ’‹πŸ™πŸ‘πŸ˜˜πŸŒΉπŸ”₯

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Love You Honestly – Love, Sex & Poetry

Love You Honestly – Love, Sex & Poetry
By: Linda A. Long

I want
To love you
I want to
See all of your
And know your
I want to
Your hesitations
And see the
Deep secrets
You keep hidden
In your heart
I will love you
More in honesty
I want
To show you
The rooms in my heart
That I closed
In tragedy
I want you to
How my life evolved
And how I came
To be the
I am today
A strong loving woman
Who isn’t afraid to
The truth that
Lives in her heart
In the name of love
I want you to
Love me honestly
I’ll strip away
The illusions
So you can
See and know the
I am resilient
Because life
Broke me at
At a young age
I am wise
Because I’ve been
Forced to learn
Through pain
I am compassionate
Because I understand
The depths of
Human suffering
I’ve suffered
But I still love
I still believe
I still understand
There’s strength
In honesty
And wisdom
In self acceptance
Let me
Love you
And build a
New life with me
In this truth
Wrap the best days
Of my life
In the honesty
Of your love
And acceptance
I will love
Your weaknesses
As much as your
We will grow
Break the chains
That have held
Us both back
The chains
That once tied us
To our
Will tie us together
Break yourself
With my love
I will lay
Wide open
To catch your fall
I promise to
Love you
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Note: This flowed out of me like a river this morning. Like the words needed to be said. Like someone needed to hear words of love and supportβ€οΈπŸ˜˜πŸ’‹

On another note today, on December 7, 2003, my brother in law, Bob Darragh, had a heart attack and died while drinking a beer at the Linc during an Eagles vs. Cowboys game. I’ll never forget that day. I was actually driving from Philly to home in Ocean City, NJ that day & drove passed the Linc at the exact time of his death. Bob’s brother called me and told me to turn around and come back to his house. He didn’t tell me Bob died. He just told me Bob got sick at the game.

I stopped at a Wawa to get coffee and called my sister in law. She told me Bob died and they couldn’t find my sister and kids. I knew they were Christmas shopping with my sister. My sister’s cell phone was dead in the car. While in the Wawa parking lot, I was able to track them down at the Oxford Vally Mall. I had to tell them Bob was sick and they had to go to Methodist Hospital. I didn’t tell them he was dead. When I got to Bob’s brother’s house I found out a friend told them he died while they were driving. It was horrible.

I took a week off of work to help my sister and her kids. Having to pick my crying sister up off of her basement floor to get her dressed for her husband’s viewing is a memory I will never forget. πŸ™

Bob’s kids, my nephew, nieces and their friends are all going to the Eagles vs. Seahawks game today. It’s the first time they will be there on his anniversary. I know Bob’s spirit will be with the kids. I hope the “Die in” protestors don’t cause them any problems.

Fly Eagles Fly in Memory of Bob Darragh. β€οΈπŸˆβœŒοΈπŸ˜‰πŸ˜„πŸ‘πŸ‘
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Loving My Lady Parts

The female body is a complicated piece of machinery. And, when a woman gets close to Menopause things really get complicated.

I’ve known for about two years I had a small Ovarian Cyst on my right Ovary. I have Ultrasounds to Check the size and make sure it doesn’t turn into something more serious like a tumor. I haven’t been very worried about it. But I have noticed over the last year that the pain has been worst and first day of my Period has been absolutely brutal. At times I’ve left work midday because I couldn’t sit upright any longer. I pretty much have been suffering through it.

The last two months have been especially bad. Luckily it’s come on Friday nights in recent months so I haven’t had to miss work but I’ve been down for the count the whole weekend. This past week has been especially painful. It’s worse than it was and I just couldn’t take it anymore.

My Gyn’s office has a few doctors and sometimes I don’t always see the Doctor. Instead I get the Nurse Practitioner who is ok. But for this issue I really wanted the Doctor. I saw him today and was quite pleased and relieved. He also notated his file so his staff will know that he only wants me to see him at least until I hit Menopause. LolβœŒοΈπŸ˜„ He’ll be better able to coordinate my care. There will more continuity with me just seeing him.

As it turns out, he could feel my cyst this time which means it grew. And, he believes Endometriosis is also causing the pain. We scheduled a Pelvic Ultrasound for tomorrow morning before I go to work. Once he sees the results, he’ll know which method of treatment is best for me now.

In the meantime, he gave me a good habit formingπŸ˜„ narcotic for pain that I can only take at bedtime as needed. Thank GodπŸ‘ I only need it a few days a month. He also gave me some literature to read on the treatment options. He’s pretty sure he’s going to recommend I take a drug to totally stop my periods until menopause. He wants me read up on the drugs and decide which one I prefer. We will compare our notes after we get the ultrasound results.

The good news is this all goes away when Menopause comes to town. I will only have to take the medicine for a couple of years. I will also be free of pain and I won’t lose two days of my life each month.

I learned a lesson in all of this. Once again I was suffering for months and not seeking help. I was tough it out because that’s what I do. Asking for help always seems to be my last resort. Stubborn just like my Mother. But being stubborn and toughing things out no longer serves me and is holding me back.

I only recently started to speak up and ask for help when I feel I can’t navigate things by myself. It’s not easy for me. If I ask someone for help, I really trust them. That also isn’t easy for me. I’m being called to grow through these experiences. I’m being called to trust, ask for help and believe someone else can help me. Or maybe I’m just trying to find some meaning in this crazy fucked world of mine.

Please don’t get me wrong. I’m overall happy in my life. I’m blessed and lucky for everything I have. Just some issues have been frustrating me and I guess I’m done hiding it from everyone. I had to take some kind of action because I reached my limit for bullshit. It is what it is. And, now I have to trust the people who I asked to help meπŸ‘πŸ˜„ It’s all goodπŸ™

Oh, one last thing, my new car arrived. A Red 2015 Honda Fit Ex with Moonroof & Alloy Wheels. I have an appointment to sign & drive tomorrow nightπŸ‘πŸš—


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Twin Flames – Love, Sex & Poetry

Twin Flames – Love, Sex & Poetry
By: Linda A. Long

There’s a flame
That burns between
You and me
It flickers
In the darkness
When our hearts
Are apart for too long
It roars brilliantly
When we are close
Into one
A bright hot beautiful flame
It burns
Licking our skin with
Unbridled desire
Our appetite
For each other grows
Like the flame
The burns between us
Like a story
That was always meant
To be told
Or a melody
That played softly
In our hearts
Waiting until
The other half was near
This flame
Waits for us
This flame burns
I see the beautiful tones
Of our affections
When I look at you
I hear the
Tips of the flames
Licking at my
Nipples when
I hear your voice
As if speaking
Into my soul
You connect
Your flame to mine
We burn
Could you be the
Twin Flame
To my soul
Could you carry
My future in your
Softness of your hands
Will you steady my
Resolve when
Fear of loss overpowers me
Will you help me
Breathe as I cross
Over the alligators
Of pain and disappointment
Just so I can
Be near you
I pray you don’t
Scare off easy
I’m a complicated girl
I hope you are not intimidated by
My complexity
There’s a need within me
To grow and evolve
I can’t live shallow
I must dive into
The deep waters and
Find meaning in this life
Will your flame light my way
As one day blends into another
And I become accustomed
To the curve of your face
And the cadence
Of your voice
I am less afraid
To feel these emotions that
Swim in my heart for you
And swell up
Without my consent
Is your flame
The twin to my own
Does it vibrate the same
Energy as my soul
Does It burn the same
Passion that is between my legs
As you wrap your
Desires around my body
I feel the power of your thoughts
Touching me
Guiding me
Steadying me
Asking me to stay with you
On this journey
You know I need you
And appear
In the distance
Almost as if
I imagined it
Or pulled you
Into my existence
With the power
Of my thoughts
That afternoon
You kiss my mind
Through the distance
My flame flickers
Knowing you are near
Twin flames
Do you hold
The other end
Of my fire
Is your flame
The twin to my own
Will our flames
Burn as one
Burn brightly
As one
With my
Twin flame
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While searching for artwork in recent weeks, I kept coming across “Twin Flame” artwork and websites. As I started reading about it, I was surprised I never heard the term before. Everyone has heard of the term “soulmate” but a Twin Flame is different. It’s actually much deeper. Almost every site I visited described the Twin Flames signs the same. Follow this link to read them in detail.


But what I found most interesting is that I am very familiar with most of them because I am experiencing them right now with MBEπŸ™ I can’t say for certain if MBE is my Twin Flame. I would have to ask him if he’s having similar experiences to mine with regards to our connection. But I’m noticing Synchronicity & telepathy between us for sure. Words are rarely needed. I routinely convince myself this all in my mind until another synchronized event or telepathic message arrives. Crazy when you think of it. Well, if he is my Twin Flame, then we are in for one hell of life together. I’ll just have to wait and see πŸ‘β€οΈπŸ˜„πŸ’‹πŸ˜ˆπŸ˜˜πŸ‘

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One of my favorite romantic songs
Crazy Love – Van Morrison

Words Of Support – Get Up


I go where I am called in life. I write what I am called to write. I offer these words of support to remind myself and also because I feel strongly someone needed to hear them…

My life has been complicated. It has not been easy. I’ve been knocked down a lot. But, never, not once did I stay down. As many times as I was pushed down by tragic events, illness and other people, I’ve always gotten back up.

Sometimes I didn’t even know how I had the strength to get back up. Sometimes I almost gave in because I was tired of fighting so fucking hard for everything but some how some way I found the strength to get back up. Bruised, tired, pissed off and determined the adversity life handed me would be a rock that I would stand on.

I’ve cried a lot of tears in life. I’ve seen life fade in front of my eyes. I’ve lost my reason to live but somehow I still believed. I saw people destroyed by their demons, haunted by their mistakes and weighed down by their loss of innocence. Yet, I still knew the sun would indeed rise. I’ve been keenly aware of life’s cyclical nature since I was young. You may be down today but life will bring you back up tomorrow – if you let it.

If life is beating you down, listen to my words. Get up! Force yourself to get up. Pull yourself up with every ounce of strength you have. And, get the fuck up. There may be others who may underestimate you and make excuses for you in life. But I won’t. Because I believe you are strong enough to get up, start over, begin again and tell a different story.

I can’t do this for you. I won’t make things easy for you. The struggle is your lesson. It’s how you’ll learn wisdom and survival skills. I won’t take this opportunity for growth and empowerment away from you. You have to do this yourself. You have to pull yourself up with the force of your own will.

But, You can chose who you want to believe. You can believe the others who think you’re not tough enough to do this. Or you can listen to me. You take a lesson from my life. You can believe me that things do get better. You can have faith that God is calling you to higher purpose with this adversity. You can put your hand in mine, listen to the strength in my voice, trust my determination to see you overcome this and get the fuck up.

Whatever it takes….get the fuck up.

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Commando – Love, Sex & Poetry

Commando – Love, Sex & Poetry
By: Linda A. Long

I have a secret
Come close
I’ll whisper it
In your ear
I’m not wearing
Any panties
Under my skirt
Look closely
In my eye
When we pass
If you linger for
Just a moment
You’ll see me
Inviting you
To stimulate me
Make the juice
Of arousal run
Down my leg
I’ll stand in
Front of you
Embarrassed by my
Bare nakedness
But willing to
Share the naughty
Secret under my skirt
With only you
In the color
Of passion
I am wet
With anticipation
Let me sit
In front of you
For just a moment
I’ll spread my legs
Just long enough
For you see
My lips
Full of arousal for you
Asking for you
To slide your hand up
And touch my
Passion for you
Press me down
And taste me
Have me as
Your afternoon snack
And when you
Reach the point
Of no return
Fuck me
Without restraint
Sliding my skirt down
I’ll leave
With your juice
Dripping down my legs
Still wet with
Your desire
It’s hidden
Under my skirt
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Well, I went shopping and saw some panties on sale. I now know why they were on saleπŸ˜‰

I wear skirts with bare legs a lot. I hate pantyhose. I occasionally wear tights in the winter but usually I just prefer bare legs, skirts and boots. The other day I wore a black Pencil skirt which is tight fitting with boots. I also wore a pair of the cheap panties. Well, the pretty pink panties that matched my bra and sweater set fell apart as I was wearing them. It was uncomfortable. I decided to just take them off and go commando – commando in my tight Pencil Skirt ☺️ I kept seeing MBE around and felt like maybe he was sensing there was nothing under the skirtπŸ˜„πŸ˜ˆ He looked really cute in red. As it wasn’t the appropriate place or situation to share my secret with him, I wrote a poem instead. I wrote this yesterday but just got a chance to post it today β€οΈπŸ‘πŸ’‹πŸ˜ˆπŸ˜˜πŸ‘

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3 Years And Counting

November 25, 2011 was the Friday after Thanksgiving. And, it was the day that stopped drinking alcohol and I quit smoking. I loved red wine. I salivate thinking about a cold beer. Remembering how a cigarette tasted when I was drunk almost brings a tear to my eye. I never would have quit either unless I had to.

I was sick. By late 2011, I knew my life, my health and my Liver were on the line. The Liver Specialist at Temple University Hospital said to me, “Dying from Liver Disease isn’t pretty, it’s painful and your skin color is already changing. Is this really how a pretty young girl wants to go? You have to at least try to reverse the disease with changing your lifestyle.” The doctor told me there were no guarantees it would work. But, I decided to try anyway and November 25, 2011 was the day I started my journey towards Heath.

November 25, 2014 my Liver disease is in remission. My Liver is mostly healthy. But, it’s remission. It can come back for no reason even with me living clean. So, my lifestyle changes are for the rest of my life. I am not dying yellow and in pain. I’m too vain for that πŸ‘πŸ˜‰

Walking this path hasn’t been easy every day. I’ve done most of it by myself with the sheer force of my own will. The changes I may three years ago transcended into every aspect of my life. I see things clearly. I see people clearly. I know who and what is good for me.

The choice I made that day was the best and hardest choice I ever made because I knew I was walking away from my entire social life too. It forced me to recreate myself. It pushed me to grow and expand my horizons. It gave my life depth and meaning.

I’m exceedingly grateful to all others who have supported me, encouraged me and believed in me during this transformation.

Authentically Linda

Authentically Linda
By: Linda A. Long

I am a woman
I am a passionate bold woman
I am not afraid
To speak my truth
I will not conform
To make others comfortable
I will not hold back
So you can keep up
I am woman
I embrace my sexuality
I am not embarrassed
To proclaim my desire
As a woman
Who desires a man
I am woman
Don’t underestimate me
Because your view
Of the world is limited
Nor assume that
I can’t or won’t
Have the guts to change
Do not view my world
Through the narrow lens
Of your own limiting beliefs
I write my words
Proudly and openly
I proclaim
The freedom
Of my passions
For my life
And for a man
Without being bashful
Without being shy
I state it authentically
As the strong confident woman
I am today
Who left behind
The person you used to know
Three years ago
To walk boldly
Into the unknown
Standing here on firm ground
There is no
Looking back
I am no longer
The person I was
I’ve changed
I courageously
Victory over the
Demons in my life
Perched on the brink
Of wonderfulness
I open my arms wide
And breath in the
Clean fresh air
Of things and people
Who are good for me
I stand in a state
Of receiving
Knowing for once
The true power
Of my very own soul
God has blessed me
With an abundance
Of courage
A brave heart
A strong mind
And passionate soul
This is just
The beginning
Of my story
Instead of remembering
Who I was
In the past
Be happy for now
Be happy because
I am finally
I am
Authentically Linda
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Tuesday, November 25th is an important day for me. It’s the day three years ago I chose to walk away from the life I was living and chose health. It will be three years since I quit drinking alcohol and smokingπŸ‘πŸ‘β€οΈ On that day,
gave myself a fresh start.

I’ve been thinking a lot about it. Some friends still can’t get used to the new me. Here’s the thing…once I walked away, I kept walking. No one expected me to do that. I say openly instead of trying to pull me back, let go and be happy I am healthy. πŸ‘πŸ˜„πŸ˜‰β€οΈ

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Purple Panties – Love, Sex & Poetry

Purple Panties – Love, Sex & Poetry
By: Linda A. Long

I see purple
I see me
In purple lace
Purple lace
They hug
The curve
Of my hips
A purple lace bra
My full round bosom
I see purple
I see you
Taking my clothes off
Slowly opening
My sweater
To see the
Depths of cleavage
You slowly trace
The edge of
Purple lace bra
That is peeking
Out the top of
My camisole
Without hesitation
Your hands
Cup my breasts
As your mouth
Tastes the salt
Of my skin
Slowly savoring
The moment
Of your return
In one swift motion
You pull my sweater
Over my head
And caress
My breasts that are
Hiding from you
In my purple lace bra
This moment is yours
This moment is ours
As my bra drops to the floor
I feel the
Excitement of my nipples
Erect as the heat
Of your lips
And fingers
Brings them to life
You’ve wait for this
You’ve planned for this
You slowly savor
The passion of this moment
Your life force
Rises up
In you
When I am near
Like an elixir
I am to your soul
Our passion
Nourishes you
So abruptly
Their voices interfere
With our moment
They ask you a question
And in that moment
You leave me
To return to reality
A meeting
Miles away from me
Yet, You still sex me
You drift away from
Our shared fantasy
And return me to work
And filled with anticipation
Sitting at my
My desk
In my purple lace panties
I am ignited
By your chaotic energy
And humbled by
My willing submission
To your
Alpha energy
Submitting to your
I affectionately
Submit to you
Leaving a trail of
Purple lace
In front of your door
I wait with
Legs spread on the desk
Waiting for my return
In your next midday fantasy
Of arousal and dominance
I’ll be waiting for you
In our secret world
Of erotic exploration
Wearing purple
Purple panties
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This is what I was thinking about this afternoon. Wonder if MBE was feeling my vibe through airwavesπŸ‘β€οΈπŸ’‹πŸ‘€πŸ”₯

Also, I had a very hard time to find an image to compliment to poem. But I think the one I chose is okπŸ‘β€οΈ

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I’m Hot For Him – Love, Sex & Poetry

I’m Hot For Him – Love, Sex & Poetry
By: Linda A. Long

Circling around me
I felt him
I heard him
My mouth watered
With desire
The heat
I could feel it
Across the room
I diverted my eyes
So no one
Would see
I’m smitten
I’m lusting
I’m embarrassed
To say
I was wet with desire
For him
My head spun
With erotic red hot thoughts
For him
My heart pounded his name
From across the room
In his presence
I blush
By the
Erotic images
Haunting my mind
Even as he spoke
I felt the fire
In my belly ignite
Licking me between
My legs
I looked at him
I glanced as he spoke
And looked away
Feeling the flames burning
My nipples
With his initials
Writing his lust
Across my chest
Fanning the flames
Of my desires
He rides my curves
Setting himself
On fire
With my flame
He burns
As I think
Pull his thoughts
Into my eyes
Stripping naked
And straddling him
In a moment
Pressing myself
Against him
To feel his heat
He’s hot
I want his hot skin
Against my body
I need to feel
Him on every inch
Of my body
I’m hot
I am so
Very hot
For him
I’m hot
For him
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I love Jack Vettriano’s work, it’s hot like MBEβ€οΈπŸ’‹ I’m HOT πŸ”₯ for him HOTπŸ”₯. LolπŸ˜ˆπŸ’‹β€οΈ

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My Vision – Love, Sex & Poetry

My Vision – Love, Sex & Poetry
By: Linda A. Long

It’s hard to explain
The vision
Came so quickly
One after another
So vivid and real
I am not sure
I have the words
To explain what I saw
But, I saw it
My eyes well up
With tears
When I think of it
I see it so clearly
20 years from now
Don’t make me
Say it out loud just yet
I will say to you
Directly one day soon
I will pronounce it
Softly to you as you
Lay on my breasts
One winter night
But for now
Carry these words with you
And know
In your heart
I saw it
20 years from now
The bond we are forging
Lasts the rest
Of our lives
I saw it
There is something
Good happening
Between you and me
Something very good
It is connecting my soul to yours
In this lifetime
And perhaps
In others
We will remain
One day at time
Our souls entwine
Like roots of a tree
Holding us together
Woven together
Warm and inviting
Gentle and reassuring
The energy of our passion and fire
Is dynamically changing
Each of us
For the better
Making us each stronger
The warmth of our spark
Encourage both of us
To grow a little
While knowing
We are forever connected
Our thoughts
Desires and hopes
Reach across the
The reality of our lives
Nurturing the best within
Each other
We are better together
Than apart
We just have to believe
In each other
Believe in our connection
And have faith
Some connections
Are forever
I saw it
In a vision
I saw it
My vision
Of love
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I attended a HeartMath Art Class http://www.heartmath.org seminar & workshop on Thursday. During one of the exercises, I had a series of rapid fire visions. It was unbelievable. Really shook me up. I’m used to visions. I get headaches from them sometimes. But, the visions were so intense that night it took me a few days to calm myself down. It kind of made my head spin.

Now, let’s also remember we all have free-will & can change the future with our choices. What I saw could change based upon the choices individuals make. But I am really hoping what I saw does come true because it was beautiful β€οΈπŸ‘πŸ˜„πŸ’‹πŸ˜˜


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In A Dream – Love, Sex & Poetry

In A Dream – Love, Sex & Poetry
By: Linda A. Long

While you were dreaming
Did you feel
My kiss on your forehead
I kissed you lightly
As I left for work
As you laid
In slumber
Did you hear my voice
Drift sweetly
Into your ears
I told you
I miss you
Nothing is ever
The same
When you are away
As you slept peacefully
Was I naked
Beside you
Could you reach out
In your dream
And feel me
And Know
I was close by
In the middle
Of a sex dream
Did you
Enter me
Without warning
Did you roll me over
And take me
Did you have me
For your pleasure
As you rest in twilight
Is your body
Responding to my words
That I write as you sleep
I send you my soul
On the wings
Of my words
I send my deepest desire
Across the miles
To lay softly
On your heart
Softly kissing
Your lips
I slip out of
Your dream
And back to
My reality
But I carry you
With me
And I’ll look
Forward to meeting
You again tonight
As I lay sleeping
In your waking hours
Connect with me
While I am dreaming
As I lay sleeping
Talk to me
I need to hear
Your voice
Kiss my lips
As I lay dreaming
I’ll be waiting
Kiss me
In a dream
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I woke up really early today with this on my mind. I wrote this poem before even going to work at 6:30am. Thinking about someone far away. β€οΈπŸ’‹MBE

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Farrakh Chothia

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Homecoming – Love, Sex & Poetry

Homecoming – Love, Sex & Poetry
By: Linda A. Long

With just
My pearls
Hanging around my neck
Over my breasts
My nipples
I pose for you
I'll wait for you
To come home
From travel
I'll patiently
Wait for you
To come from work
With just
A strand of pearls
Hanging around
My neck
I promise
The moment
You open the door
You'll feel the
Pressure of responsibility
Release from your shoulders
As soon as you see me
Waiting for you
Naked with only
My strand of pearls
Brushing against
The lips between
My legs
As I straddle the chair
Stirring the juice
Of my desire for you
I'll stand up
Walk to you
You'll hear my
High heels click
On the floor
As the pearls bounce
As I walk
Until I
Take you
Into my arms
You'll feel my
Warm naked body
In your arms
As your hands
Slide over my soft skin
I'll whisper
In your ear
That I've missed you
I'll tell you about
Counting the days
Until you returned
And of how
I used my
Vibrator with
Only thoughts of you
I thought of you
Fucking me
With each delicious thrust
You'll bend me
Over the table
And slide yourself
Deep inside of me
My pearls will bounce
On the table
In sync to your rhythm
This will be your homecoming
I promise
I will one day
Stand on the other
Side of the door
With only pearls on
Waiting to hear
Your footsteps
On the other side
I promise
I will one day
Be who
You come home to
I'll be waiting
For you
With only my pearls
Hanging around my neck
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I promise – MBE will find me this way one day✌️ I’ll be waiting for him to walk through the door β€οΈπŸ’‹βœŒοΈπŸ˜˜πŸ˜ˆ I promise ✌️ One day I’ll do this for him. He’s gonna really enjoy his homecomingsβ€οΈπŸ’‹

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Belonging, Erotically Yours – Love, Sex & Poetry


Warning – This is spicy. It’s pretty graphic. If that’s not your taste, feel free to not read it. But it was what I was feeling and just needed to put it into words!
Belonging, Erotically Yours
By: Linda A. Long

I’ve been
On fire
My body
Has been on fire
My mind
Has been dripping
Dripping with wet
Wet desire
I was aroused
All day
From seeing you
Last night
I couldn’t sleep
I couldn’t sleep
I was wet
I was wet
With desire
For you
I drifted
In and out
Of class
Into your thoughts
Of me naked
I was lying naked
On the bed
You were touching me
I surrendered
And purred for you
Purred like a kitten
But later fucked
You like a Lion
Pinned you
To my floor
And fucked you
You caught me
By the edge
Of my nipple
And pulled me
To you until
I screamed
From pain and pleasure
You grabbed my tit
To remind me
You wanted to remind me
My breasts belong to you
You brushed my
Red cheeks
And pushed my head
Between your legs
I sucked on you
You moaned
My name
As your fingers
Twisted in my hair
You pulled my hair a
Just a little
To remind me
Remind me
I belong to you
While I sat quietly
You grabbed me
Between my legs
You grabbed my pussy
And pushed your fingers
Deep inside
You wanted me to know
My pussy belongs to you
I Belong to you
My naked wet aroused body
Belongs to you
You drifted into my experience
To command me
I belong to you
I willfully submissively
Spread my legs
And arms open to you
Because I belong to you
Erotically yours
I am erotically yours
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I need to thank MBE for lusciously delicious erotic thoughts the last two days. He looked Hot when I saw him. LolπŸ‘ Jeez, he does set a fire between my legsπŸ˜ˆπŸ’‹πŸ’‹πŸ‘β€οΈπŸ˜˜ I was in a class all day having these unbelievably vivid thoughts of him and me and, well, you read above what I was thinking about. LolπŸ˜‡

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Bedtime Stories – Love, Sex & Poetry

Bedtime Stories – Love, Sex & Poetry
By: Linda A. Long

There’s a time
Of night
As I lay quietly
With my thoughts
I imagine I am
Telling you stories
Erotic stories
Of sex and desire
I tell you
Bedtime stories
I’ll tuck you
In with the sound
Of my voice
And the sweet
Of my sighs
As I tell you
About my desire
For you
In our
Erotic stories
I’m lying naked
When you call
I’ll talk to you
Before you drift
Off to sleep
I’ll tell you
I want you
I’ll tell you
I miss you
I’ll tell you
I want you
To slide
Yourself up
Between my legs
And enter me
I’ll tell you stories
Of my breasts
Rising with the sound
Your long deep sighs
My legs
Opening with
The sound of your
Masculine voice
My stories
Arouse our passion
I’ll whisper
To you about
My wetness
The need that
Arises in my soul
When you are near
I’ll tell stories
We’ll lose ourselves
In the moment
And come
Night after night
As I tell you
Bedtimes stories
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MBE has been away a lot recently. I was thinking today that a great way for us to connect privately while he’s away is for him to call me for nightly bedtime storiesπŸ‘πŸ’‹πŸ˜ˆβ€οΈ Oh trust me, I’ll spin a saucy little tale that will get all the stress out and help him fall asleep πŸ˜ˆπŸ’‹β€οΈ I already have a saucy one lined up. This poem was inspired by the spark that is forever between us and I also know he leaves again next week. πŸ‘ŽπŸ˜• I need to start telling him spicy bedtime stories. That will make me happyπŸ‘β€οΈπŸ˜„πŸ’‹πŸ˜ˆ

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Turn The Key – Love, Sex & Poetry

Turn The Key – Love, Sex & Poetry
By: Linda A. Long

Standing on the edge
Of my thoughts
You weave yourself
Into my day effortlessly
I stop to acknowledge
Your presence
In my experience
I feel you
As if you are
Right next to me
I would like
To see your face
It’s a nice face
I would like to
Hear your voice
It’s a nice voice
You may be away
But you are still with me
I am still with you
Standing in the present
But having
Sights and intentions
Set for the future
I ask you
To trust my vision
And know a
True genuine soul
Awaits your return
Tune into
My heart’s frequency
And feel your own
Destiny in the vibration
It will sustain you
I give you
The key to my
I give you
Permission to
Unlock my deepest
Most erotic fantasies
For your enjoyment
Turn the key
See my cleavage
In your mind’s eye
It will distraction you
From the tediousness
Of your task
Imagine your hips
Pressed against mine
And feel
The heat waiting
For you between
My legs
Rest easy
Blue eyes
I’m only a thought away
I’m only
One thought
Away from you
Turn the key
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I wanted say something like this to someone who has been traveling a lot lately. I felt like he needed some support or a releaseπŸ‘ But I stopped myself from saying anything as the venue and mode of communication were not appropriate for that type of personal dialogue. While chatting formally I couldn’t just blurt “hey, I’m picking up something from you. You ok down there? Need me to do anything for you? Want to take a break so I can tell you an erotic story? Oh, and, by the way, my nipples are hard thinking about you. So hang in there. Me and my hot for you body are not going anywhere!” πŸ˜„πŸ‘€πŸ˜ˆπŸ’‹ Instead I used what I couldn’t say earlier today to spark a poem.

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Dearest Lover – Love, Sex & Poetry

Dearest Lover – Love, Sex & Poetry
By: Linda A. Long

Pardon me
My Dearest lover
Do you
Have a minute
To nurture your
Faithful confidante
I need your spiritual consul
My dearest lover
I know you are busy
I’m sorry to interrupt you
It’s just that
Well, I need you
In my recluse
I’ve notice your absence
And now
My heart is full
With the
Brilliance of your eyes
And my mind flashes
Images of you
Needing my return
To settle your
Restless spirit
No worries
My gentlest lover
You’ve been dancing through
My mind with heavy feet
Making sure I hear you
Making yourself known
You miss me
The way I miss you
I’m embarrassed
To admit
Your presence
Your energy
Circling around me
Is distracting me
So much
I’m losing my composure
It’s taking every
Ounce of self restraint
Within me
To keep my legs closed
I look forward to when you are near
Because the sound of your voice
Makes me wet
With desire
It’s just that
In your beautiful eyes
I see a conspirator
To my soul’s journey
In you I see
A mirror
Showing me
The best in me
Through your eyes
I’m reflected truthfully
Our connection
Woke a sleeping Tiger
Within me
It broke me free
I am better with
You in my life
I want you
Near me
The spiritual nature
Of our journey together
Well, frankly
It stimulates my body
On a primal level
It ignites
The fire in my belly
It wets my lips
With pulsating desire
It pinches my nipples
With pure
Lust for you
My dearest lover
So Sorry I interrupted
Your busy day
I just needed you to know
My soul seems
To be synced to yours
Like we are both
Hearing the beat
And moving in tandem
Can you feel it?
It moves in the air
When we are near each other
And we are apart
It’s like the beacon
On a lighthouse
Leading me back
To you
To this connection
That stimulates my mind
Arouses my body
And compliments
My soul
With stabilizing
In you
I see someone
Who is good for me
And I find
That incredibly
Sexy and attractive
So sorry
For interrupting
You in the middle of the day
Is it crazy to ask you
To take a break
From your work
And give me the
Attention I crave
My sexiest of lovers
Nourish me
With your body and
Lay me across
Your desk
And fuck me
I need to feel you
Inside of me today
Dearest lover
Sorry for the interruption
But I’ve returned
With wetness between my legs for you
And I was wondering
If you had some time today
To fuck me
I’ve missed you
I’ve missed you
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I took a break this week. I really took a break – from work, life, people and family. I disconnected from everything and everyone. I totally took all the pressure off of myself. As my “break” approaches the end, I see how I needed this break I afforded myself this week more than I even realized for a few reasons.

Well, apparently absence does make the heart grow fonder ❀️ After taking a week to myself and disconnecting a bit from everything and everyone, I find myself needing MBE’s energy near mine. I need to feel the vibrational pull of his eyes to mine. I need to feel his passion ignite mine. I guess I have to admit I miss him and want him more than I even realized. Funny, how you don’t realize the subtle ways you need or want someone until you disconnect from them a bit. If he was at all worried that he would be out of sight and out of my mind, well he can rest easy. He still seems to carry a piece of my heart with himβ€οΈπŸ‘

As I was approaching the break last week, I found myself becoming increasingly more frustrated with a professional situation and starting to offer resistance and pushing too hard. That usually happens when I feel things aren’t moving forward in the speed that suits me. It was causing me some unhappiness.

The hardest lesson for me to learn in recent years is to relax into the flow instead of forcing the flow. It’s ok to direct the flow a little but resistance and force always brings opposition. I needed to step back and see the bigger picture. I feel that some are too busy looking at the trees that the don’t see the Forrest in front of them. But, what I see now is that both views can be beneficial. I need to trust things are in good hands and let it go a bit. Not easy for a goal-oriented driven individual to doπŸ˜‰ But my intuition is telling me to trust someone now. Not sure I would have seen this or felt this without disconnecting from it this week.

I didn’t realize how much I needed the break from everything physically. For the first half of the week I slept almost 12 hours every night and took naps every day😴 I stopped resisting it, gave in and listened to my body. I went with the flow. My body needed rest – PeriodπŸ‘ By Thursday morning, I felt the return of my energy and was able to get off the sofa for more than two hours without needing a power nap. LolπŸ‘ I definitely needed to sit on the charger for a while and I did it this weekπŸ˜„ I’m charged up and ready to goπŸ˜„

I also needed some time off to work on a labor of love and organize my “Lovingly, Nap” project. I learned a lot about my grandfather, Nap, this week. In him I feel a kindred spirit. Out of five kids I’m the only one in love with the sea just like Nap. The ocean called his name just like it calls mine. By dialing down all the noise this week, I’ve been able to hear the subtle guidance coming from his “Spirit”. Tuning in like this also strengthens my own Intuitive gifts and ties me into the story on a deeper level. I’m not sure where this project will take me. All I know is telling his story and preserving his postcards and pictures of the U.S. Navy from 1913-1927 is a spiritual contract I made with him and I will honor it.

My Mother always tells me that things happen in “God’s Time” not my time. I remember telling her one day, “Well, tell your friend God to GET IT MOVING!” She laughed and said, “You know, you’ve been like this since the day you were born. Always on the move. No wonder you wear yourself out.”
Profound and insightful words right there. Yes, I’m always on the move in one way or another. That’s why I occasionally hit the wall like I did this week. I was exhausted on so many levels and I didn’t even know it. This is something I will work on in the future. For now, I will acquiesce to the gentle calling of a lusty midday encounter fantasy and enjoy my last day of rest by nurturing myself. I’m cooking/food prep for the week & watching movies πŸ˜„β€οΈπŸ‘πŸ’‹πŸŒΉ

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