Quote for the evening...

'Fully immersing yourself in some fucking fantastic raunch, does wonders for clearing the head (and helps ones body feel pretty darn fine too), I find.'

-Judi Reed, 2013

Quote for the evening...

'I love fucking myself, I'm getting so good at it!'

- anonymous, 2013 (published with permission)

3 cheers for this one I say :-)

Quote for the evening....

'Have you ever noticed that the people who repeatedly ask you to trust them, are often the people you can trust the least?'

- anonymous, 2013 (published with permission)

Quote for the evening...

'White wine is like a lollipop..red is like bread.'

- Stephanie McCrabb, 2013 (after the red had run out)

Judi's words of wisdom for the day...

'Don't squeeze it, otherwise it will spurt.'

- Judi Reed, 2013

Intangible – Prologue (erotica)

She didn’t even really know him, had only met him, briefly, before, but she could feel him.

She could feel it in her cunt, and radiating through the rest of her body, a tightening, an excitement, a liquid heat.

It was illogical, irrational, she’d been given no reason to believe they were going to fuck, but it was undeniable, her body knew, what her mind did not yet.

Word of the day...perfect for winter...

Psychrocism - 'refers to those who are aroused by either being cold themselves or by watching someone who is cold....Some people have masturbated by putting a towel in the freezer and then laying it on their genitals and others have used icicles, ice packing or frozen food. One Californian man has reported that on several occasions after swimming in the ocean for 30 minutes during the winter he would obtain an erection that lasted two to three hours.'

- Brenda Love, Encyclopedia of unusual sex practices, 1998.

Quote for the day....

'I'm going with the Johnson & Johnson baby no more tears formula today.'

- anonymous, 2013

Decisions (poetry)

Let’s

Seize the day

Run with the bulls

Throw down the gauntlet

Grab the pot of gold

Grasp the brass ring

Break down the barriers

Leap tall buildings in a single bound

Stir the pot

Or should we?

Stop the speeding train

Be humble in defeat

Accept our fate

Play the damsel in distress

Believe whatever will be will be

Stay rooted to the spot

Not bite the poison apple

Instead?

- Judi Reed, 2013

Light (poetry)

I drink wine

A lot.
I smoke
A lot.

I meditate

In my courtyard

A lot.

Bad dreams

At first

Then better ones come

As I sit with Buddha

In my garden

Better thoughts come too

Slowly

Then the epiphany

I see the moon clearly

I see the stars clearly

I still drink wine

Not as much

I still smoke

Just as much

I meditate more

And my dreams become clear

- Judi Reed, 2013

Weight (poetry)

Heavy dank fog

Encasing

A scarred heart

Dark and ominous

Hands grasp out for something tangible

I see it

I reach for it

A voice tells me to.

But when my fingers curl

There is only the moisture

Of tears

To grasp

I’m left,

with a fist

My fingers touching nothing

But the palm of my hand

Encircling particles

Of someone else’s

Fantasies…

And my own…

Lost.

- Judi Reed, 2013

Quote for the night...

'Sometimes curling up in the foetal position and having a good cry is the best, and only thing, left to do.'

- Judi Reed, 2013