Sunday, May 13, 2012

Where's your vibrator?




Every girl should own a vibrator, single, married or coupled up. And, in owning a vibrator, every girl should know how to use it, should know how to make herself ‘pop a good one’ and be open to learning more about her body. She should also know how to use it with someone-to enhance, to subdue, to ignite.  I must admit. I’d give myself a firm D- in that category right now. I’ve been neglecting my ‘pleasure principles’ for a while now. I’ve got the chest and it’s full of all types of contraptions and gadgets but I can’t tell you the last time I popped in a battery ;-)

Am I lewd? I sure hope you don’t think so. I’m only talking about what you’re thinking and afraid to say out loud. I bet if you were reading this in a magazine, you wouldn’t have your mouth open in awe because you can’t believe Kelly is going there. You’d probably crease the corner of the page for future reference or tear the page out. So, get over yourself. We’re all adults here and if nothing else, you may learn a thing or two and I, in turn, may get back to the basics with numero uno-ME.

So, where does one go to get sex toys? If you’re in Atlanta, try Insurrection. Don’t go to those other gaudy places that only the vile and perverted frequent. If you’re in Chicago or Indiana, go by Cirella’s. New York? Go right around the corner. LOL. It’s New York, baby! Too many to count. If you’ve never been to a sex store, you’re missing out. Don’t think of it as a place for freaks. Okay, maybe it is but if you can’t be a freak for you and the one you’re with, what’s the point? And if you’re not with anyone right now, be a freak for yourself. There’s no age limit either. I love to go in and see who else is in there. I can tell when it’s a first timer. They never want to make eye contact. And you can tell the over achievers. They always want to tell you what’s the best, new thing on the market.

But, Kelly, what do I get? Well, first off, definitely get a good vibrator. Don’t go all fancy either, trying to get ones with ticklers, etc. Keep it basic first time around. After you’ve mastered that, up your game. Go crazy but not too crazy. Don’t forget that your delicate area is very delicate. Try getting something for the other orifices also. There are many tantric, battery-operated toys that light up, vibrate, are hand-held or fit in place. Ask him what he likes and get that. If he likes it, he’ll make sure you enjoy it too.

Try a good hot, ‘heat up as you blow or lick’ oil too. Something with flavor doesn’t hurt. Might as well, satisfy every craving while you’re at it. Into dress up and role playing? Buy a cop and robber outfit or make your own out of saran wrap and fruit roll up. If you love food like I do, you won’t be against the tried and true whipped cream, banana and popsicle. Yep, popsicle! Bondage? Man, they have so many new fandango apparatuses out there now; some that actually offer great exercise-it’s not all about the pole in the bedroom anymore. By the way, that’s not a bad idea either ;-) And, not for the faint of heart, get that candle out and hot wax it up. If you get past the burning, you’ll find that it helps with blemishes ;-) The good ole handcuffs, feather, ice and scarf still works great too. 

Open up, literally and figuratively and explore your body and his/hers. If you don’t do it, someone else gladly will and I’m sure you don’t want that. And, if you’re a loner right now, think of it as practice for when you meet your freak opposite in the future ;-)


Oh yeah, there's an app for that too-iKamasutra for iPhone ;-)

I gotta get hooked up fast ;-)  I’m so cheeky!

Making ME a Priority!




It’s all about ME.  I’m going to make it so. It’s going to be about me: Being MEan, Being MEticulous, Being MEaningful, not being MElancholy nor MElodramatic. I know exactly what I want. No qualms about it but dammit if I can’t go about getting it the right way. It seems I love the hard and narrow and I swear I don’t mean to go that route but it always tends to find me. I guess I leave the door open, huh? I’ll fess up to that. I tend to go for the unattainable and in turn, end up disappointing myself and Kelly hates to disappoint Kelly.

My grass seems so green to some people. I won’t lie. It’s kinda nice over here in my yard. Life’s not so bad.  I get to take trips, shop and not have to worry too much, share fun memories with my family and friends, shuck and jive and I always have a smile on my face. I do well for myself but I didn’t always. If only I could tackle other aspects of my life the way I did and do work and money.  I go hard!!! My weak points, however, weight loss and coupledom and both have been fairly recent. Both have eluded me for a while now. I’d say about a good ten years now.  Up and down. On and off. What I do know is that I don’t want to struggle with those two for another ten.

Let me explain. I’m a get up and go kinda gal. I travel for work and in so doing,  I eat out a lot, I exercise when I’m in the mood. I don’t allow myself to be courted properly. I don’t allow people to get too close and I don’t allow people to stick around. I know it’s my doing and at first, I thought it was my defense mechanism but now, I see that I unconsciously give the vibe that I want to be left alone. I have made it so my life leaves little or no room for a relationship at this point. Well, kinda! I have room for someone who can handle ME, who is patient and understanding, who can handle Kelly the way she is. Did I just go third person? Guess I did. Well, that’s exactly what I mean. I have room for someone who can deal with me being me, doing me and wanting it all, the happiness, the laughter, the great sex, the trips, the courting, the flowers and at no crazy expense to their pocket because I love to share.

Recently, I reconnected with someone who apparently held more room in my heart than I knew. Problem is that he is physically unattainable right now. Along with him, there’s this wonderful, yet difficult guy who’s emotionally unattainable. Both hold a special place in my heart but only one of them tends to give a shit about remaining there, or so he lets on. In time, he’ll faze himself out, if he continues to deny the obvious. Once he phases himself out, it’ll only leave more room for the other guy to ‘get up in there’, for lack of a better term and at that point, I’ll do ‘whatever it takes’. Maybe ;-) I have to know it’s worth the trouble. No sense in getting myself all worked up for nothing.

So, here’s my plan. I’m going to stop focusing on what I can’t have right now and work on making me a better me. I need to learn how to take my ‘go get ‘em’ attitude to a whole other level. I need to learn how to stay true to my word when I say,  “they better chase me if they want it” or when I say ‘I’m done’ or when I say, 'I'm going to the gym every day'. I need to learn how to stay on track when it comes to exercise and diet. I have to remain consistent and in remaining consistent, I bet I’ll get everything my heart desires. I’m gonna double dare myself.  

Gotta get my mind right-get focused-get back to happy (not that it ever left). It feels like it's time for a trip-a mini ME vacay. 

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Infected!!!!


        Totally Enamored

Is it possible to love one person all your life? To have been in love with them when you were too young to know what love was? To have loved that person through other loves? To have had that part of your heart lay dormant, in wait for that person's return? To have that fire reignited after many years of no contact? Is that possible? Is it possible to want nothing more than that one person from now until the end of time? To get choked up, tears filling your eyes as you think of their smile? To yearn for their touch and taste so much that you lose your breath at the thought? To realize that what you thought was love all these years was just a prelude to its true existence? Is it possible? Is it possible that one person's smile can make you smile and cry at the same moment? That the sound of their voice can warm your skin and give you chills all at once? That when you close your eyes, that darkness you see is the inside of their soul? That the beating of your heart, beats in direct unison with theirs? That each and every one of your 12,876 thoughts a day are of them? That you feel so nauseous every moment you think they're not thinking of you? That as you sleep, silent tears fall as you dream about them? Is that possible? Is it really possible that they may not be right beside you but you can smell them and their smell wafts from your nostrils to your brain and leaves a permanent scar on your olfactory nerve? Is that possible? Is that kind of emotion possible? Is that kind of passion sound or sane? Is it?

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

My brothers are the bomb diggity!!!!


                                          These fools!!


My brothers call me the Alpha male of the group. No idea why ;-) Probably because I've always been a tomboy or it could be because I trip kids, randomly playing at the mall. You'll have to ask them. I adore these guys. Used to be three of them but Damain passed away in 2000. Talk about a great loss. Can't talk about him right now but he's got his own blog. Check it out: 'Time'. Good read. Try it!







My brothers and I have fun. We're silly and outgoing, a really nice mix, I think. Guaranteed a good time, no matter where we go or what we're doing, even if it's just staying home....and don't let the old lady be there too. That's when the fun really ensues but she'll get her blog later. This isn't about her. This is about my ultra, oober, too cool for school brothers, 
who probably won't even read this. 
Bastards!

We're three years apart each so we're 

kinda in the same age group even though Jason refuses to accept that. Running joke is that I'm the oldest brother-because they treat me just like I am their older brother. Started when my mom was talking to us one day and said, 'I have three gray back boys....' and that was that. I was labeled. I'm cool with it. I'll be the eldest brother but I'm also the cutest brother :-) too, and if      those two don't stop borrowing my clothes, we're gonna have problems.



Here's what I think is the cat's meow. These dudes actually invite me places. They actually kinda like having me around. Who else can say that? Who else can say their brothers think they're cool. They do. Don't let them fool you. I'm one lucky guy ;-)


So, ode to my bros:
*We once were four but now are three
*A closer set of siblings you'll never see
*I'm the coolest one by far
*Even though they won't let me drive their car
*I wear their basketball shorts and I make it look cool
*I know they've got my back even though they call me a fool
*They love my little critter Dex
*And we kinda, sorta are ok talking about sex
*I'm one lucky gal to have these two strapping men
*Now, pulllllllllllll up and come again!

I'm retarded.