The kiss...

I was running along the Cairns Escapade at about 6:30am, hot, sweaty and wondering why I kept putting myself through this torture when I saw this man pull a woman into his arms and kiss her so passionately that I almost stumbled at the sheer, hungry beauty of it. How do you write something so intense and raw with need like that? I've never read a writer that could. How does a kiss like that feel? Hot? Crazy?Like something you never want to stop? Are you so lost in the moment that you don't care what's going on around you because nothing else matters but that kiss? I was quite overcome just watching it. 

As I continued running along, still hot and sweaty, I was mesmerized by the moment but realistic enough to know that kisses like that are not for everyone – they should be but they’re not.   

Lucky woman…lucky man…sweaty Amarinda…

No cheeseburger but…

I was invited out last night to a basketball game. Hmmm, basketball? I know nothing about it despite being part of the mighty, never-won-a-game Snowflakes under 10’s netball team as I kid. Yes, yes, different game but a ball is still involved. Anyway – I had a lot of fun at the game. It was the Cairns Taipans (lethal snake) versus the Wollongong (the Gong) Hawks.

What fascinated me was the tribal atmosphere of the event. These people take basketball seriously. The chant, clap, boo, hiss and do things like hold their hands up in the air when a Taipan player goes to throw the ball for a penalty shoot-out thingy. I don’t know what that’s about. I think it’s when someone bumps into someone else and just a ‘please excuse me’ is not acceptable. Yes, I suspect it’s the norm for basketball, but as a non sporting type I found it all quite fascinating. As for Joe Blake – rhyming slang for snake - mascot of the Taipans? What a crack up. I couldn’t stop laughing when I saw him. I especially liked his bright red eyes.

Did the Taipans win? But of course – however not enough for everyone to get a free cheeseburger at McDonalds. The Taipans have to get 85 points for that. They got 80. Bummer. Yes, I did think my hosts were taking the piss (pulling my leg) when they told me that until the announcer started urging the team on for the glory of all things cheeseburger. Would I go again? Oh hell yeah. I have no idea about sport but I love people with passion at their primal, authentic best. Go Taipans.

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Amarinda Jones
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Seduction…

Seduction. Possession. Belonging. Fear. Limits. Arousal.

Dear Sir,

You told me my body was not my own. I have been raised to believe the opposite. You're the devil in a way, using seductive words to make me sway to your tune. But, I can't say that's entirely of your own doing. I was so aroused when you told me that my cunt is yours and that my nipples would only be sucked by you, unless you wanted so otherwise. I balked at "otherwise." There was no way another man was getting his hands on me unless I want it. You overstepped the line, Sir, by saying this to me.

But then, you're in charge and I follow you. Sir, that scares me. I'm following you, that my body is aroused and it's because you're making it aroused. Are you in charge of my body? What else are you in charge of? When I studied at school, was it to make myself intelligent and educated, a woman, not of the world, but a woman for you?

Yes, a scary thought Sir, and you truly are the devil in some ways.

And you have that gleam in your eyes. The one that always pushes me...towards you. No other man in that room with their artfully spiky hair did anything to me like you do with your eyes only. When I look at your body, I am gone completely. Your cock was bursting out of your trousers. It was obscene. I wore the dress you told me to, it only showed my legs, but you couldn't stop looking me all over. The way you focused on my breasts, and then my bottom. You're an arse man I can tell. When I bent to pick up my tissue, I looked at you knowing you would be watching and my mouth made an O. Your hands were clenched. Did you want to spank me, Sir? I know you like seeing my buttocks redden. Am I then, your every submissive fantasy?

But you know, I'm no man's fantasy. I am a strong, modern, independent woman and damn you for making my arousal stronger than myself. Or have you simply got to the real flesh and blood inside me? Have you stripped me raw even before fucking me? Why are you making me wait, Sir? I know you say you're a hard man and it will be no gentle seduction, but don't you see this is seduction all the same. Making me wait, denying me, what is it they say, withholding cock. Is that your angle, Sir? Are you withholding your cock? Are you making me so wet that by the time you fuck me, I'll be able to take you "hard." I may look soft, but I can take what you give me. And I know that's why you chose me. Yes, you zeroed in on me. And I should be giggling like a girl that you have given me all this attention, because I know you will call me your girl.

And that's wrong. And that goes against everything I believe in. You have taken my words and left me with only a whimper to offer you. A slow, soft, low, whimper in your ear as you possess me against the wall of your living room. Take me anywhere, Sir. Screw me and fuck me, you know I will give into you because I'm already yours and you know it. Just make sure that I get to suck my juices combined with your cum from that cock of yours afterwards. After using my body the way you want Sir, I think you owe me at least that much.

Not reluctantly at all, yours.

Thank you Amarinda for giving me the chance to write this. This is dedicated to someone who has the power of seducing me.

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Passion huh…

If passion drives you, let reason hold the reins. ~Benjamin Franklin

Chase down your passion like it's the last bus of the night. ~Glade Byron Addams

I hated him with a passion so deep, sometimes it felt like love. ~The Quote Garden

I was listening to the radio this morning, as I do before work – I loathe breakfast TV as everyone is so perky and I feel in the morning, especially during the week, that’s just wrong – anyway, back to the radio…the question was what are you passionate about? People rang in between songs and talked about passion. This mainly consisted of the usual things - their lovers, family, cats, dogs, hobbies etc. I sat at the dining table/desk/chaotic Amarinda writing area with my 3rd cup of coffee and thought – what am I passionate about? I couldn’t think of a damn thing. Maybe I needed a fourth cup of coffee or maybe it’s too early in the morning to be assessing one’s passionate nature. Maybe I have no passion. Hmmm…

Is writing a passion? To me, no, it’s not because I realize there us more to life than sitting on your bum writing a book – there has to be otherwise you would have nothing to show for it other than a fat arse, glazed eyes and be mumbling lines of dialogue over and over as you stand at the deli counter – “500 grams of Swiss and you cannot possibly love me for I am from planet Zork and for our two worlds to touch means oblivion for our people...” Writing is more an obsession ro me. I zone out and forget to pay bills, clean – okay I don’t actually forget cleaning I choose to not remember it - and people tell you that you never return their messages – well I do when I think to check messagebank.

I think I’m too jaded to be passionate. While I feel things intensely, I do not let passion rule me as I like to be in control at all times. I insist upon it. So, I think I suck at passion.

Henny Penny the sky is falling…ever had one of those days at work? Eh…so the sky falls…someone will put it back up again and we’ll all get back on with life …people do panic about the smallest things don’t they? Or are they passionate about their jobs? How can that be? I guess if you were in a job where you were doing something to save the world then that could inspire passion but pushing paper and adding figures together bores me to tears. Though, I am extremely good at looking like I care, if pushed. The only thing that inspires me to excitement at work is 4pm when I can go home – get in my way and you will be trampled. I guess knock off time inspires passion within me.

What about you? What art thou passionate about? Yes, all the writers will say writing but tell me something else that inspires you to the point of excitement. Or do you think the whole passion thing is overrated and only used to sell greeting cards and self help books?

“I started out clean but I’m jaded, just phoning it in…” Bent -- Matchbox Twenty

They have started doing exercises in the office. Why? Stuffed it I know because it’s always one suck up person who suggests loudly to management that we all do it and said suck up only says it so they can earn brownie points - then they of course have to lead the exercise in order to look like the best-est person in the office. I spoke of perky people yesterday – now I speak of suck ups…you know the kiss arses that seem to be in every situation.

I am ashamed to say it but at one stage best friend Ethel was a suck up. She went all strange and management like. It was really weird. She went from this couldn’t-give-a-rats-arse person to someone who never gossiped and dressed up on theme days. My god! I was shocked when she first did it. I was astounded when she made team manager (mucho arse kissing involved there) and then not surprised when management dumped her like a hot brick when she was injured at work and she went for their throats. Ethel came gladly back to the dark side. Others choose to keep edging into the fake light of suck-up-dom…yes, I made that word up.

So, I get that suck ups want something. But can one really sell their soul for a mess of pottage? What is the cost of being a suck-up? Or do suck-ups not count the initial cost and just believe that kissing enough arses will get them closer to being the high poopah doodah or whatever it is they want to be?

Classic suck up behaviour from my experience….
- gushing when management comes into the room (non suck up – grunt and do the eye roll thing)
- getting excited when someone mentions role plays, to make us more effective (non suck up – refusing to do role plays because it’s against your religion and no one due to civil rights is allowed to query how.)
- loudly telling everyone that they have cooked a cake/cookies/whatever for morning tea (non suck up – while everyone is eating the suck up morning tea, raid stationary stores as everyone's attention is on cake)
- getting the boss coffee (non suck up – get yourself coffee and point out where the machine is to management)
- always being the first to suggest team get-togethers that they volunteer to organize (non suck up – offering to help suck up and watching suck up get pissed off with your over the top suggestions until it gets to the point that the idea gets knocked on the head).

Suck-ups...yeah, I have my ways of dealing with 'em.

So that was Friday and it’s the weekend and I can see all the possibilities that were impossible to see during the week. Work – is it pukeable or what? Anyway, as always the toe tapping twins Anny and Kelly are no doubt doing something of a toe tapping nature so go check ‘em out and maybe hum along.

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