His first trip to Greece…..
by Scarlett on August 17th, 2010
filed under Aromatherapy Info
I recently had a dear friend of mine, who is a great writer, volunteer to send in a story about our liaison. I think he did a fantastic job and wanted to publish it here and share the titillation:
“When a woman wants a man and lusts after him, the lover need not bother to conjure up opportunities, for she will find more in an hour than we men could think of in a century.” Author Unknown.
The following story is “TRUE”. My name is never mentioned to protect my innocence.. I’m just say’n!! My visit with Scarlett was many months ago, but I will never forget the adventure. Sometimes dreams cum true!!!
Well, to say the least I was apprehensive. Perhaps it was the unknown, exploring the secret side of myself I’d never revealed, yet maybe I needed to find out what this she was all about first hand. No matter I contacted Scarlett via E-Mail and soon after scheduled a date. It was springtime in Tampa, her in call location mid morning. I walked from my car to her wondering what I’d got myself into, but as soon as she met me at the door the trepidation disappeared.
She was a site to behold, standing there in a simple black dress and high heels. Wow what a cutie! She had less than shoulder length hair, eyes bluish green, soft white skin and a body to kill for. She was a package to behold! Her voice was soft, yet carried a hint of boldness as she welcome me into her lair. I followed her to the bed and as she sat on the edge of the mattress I took a chair sitting directly across from her. She crossed her knees and her dress slowly rose up the side of her thigh. “I’m glad we finally have the opportunity to meet face to face.” She said. And like a fumbling fool all I could say was “Me too.” We chatted for a while, until she patted the bed and invited me to come sit next to her and with a quickened pace, as I obliged. Then she gently leaned into me a delivered a kiss I’ll never forget.
I softly nudged her back on the bed and we kissed again. “What do you like?” she whispered. “I’d enjoy giving you a massage.” I said. “That would be wonderful.” She responded, as she removed her dress and bra. She then in a sensual, yet strategically way removed her high heels, one at a time. Then I asked her to turn over on her stomach and began rubbing her neck and shoulders. What a gorgeous women! She had and I presume still has a great ass. I slowly moved from her neck to the back, to the butt, to her thighs, to her calves, then the feet.
The moment was seductive and sensible at the same time. It felt so natural. And her panties! I most definitely recall those cream colored, lace-trimmed panties. I slowly moved the lace-trim and moved it to the side, positioning myself for a better view. Then I placed my hands between her legs and gently spreading them apart. I bent down and tasted her. She pushed up on her belly so I could get my tongue deeper. The curtains were closed, but a ray of sunshine came through. What a view! What an ass!
“Please turn over on your back.” I requested. So she maneuvered herself and suddenly I was looking into those beautiful eyes. I moved in for another kiss. This kiss was long, deep and wet. I placed m y hands on her cheeks, caressing them softly as we kissed again and again. I started to massage her shoulders, then neck and then her breasts. She had astonishing tits and great nipples. I took them in hand softly as I licked her nipples until they were standing at attention. My tongue made a path from the base of her breasts to the waist ban of those lace-trimmed panties. She arched her back and I removed them. She opened her legs a little wider and I helped place them even further apart.
I moved in to get another taste. I reached up and touched her breasts and positioned her nipples between my index and second finger. She arched her back again as I pushed my tongue deeper and deeper inside her. Now it was time for clitoral stimulation. I moved her pussy lips apart ever so gently. First I licked and then I sucked her clit. She smelled so good and tasted even better. I place my fingers in side of her, so soft, so wet and we embraced once more.
Then in a soft sexy voice she asked me if I was ready. Oh I was ready… The procedure for taking precautionary measures was effortless.. She’s rather good at making a man feel at ease. Once the “What for and what ifs” were taken care of I asked her what position she liked best. This question might not seem important to the readers, but I was about to take a trip to the Island of Greece.. Yes, she spoke GREEK fluently!!! “I like it on my knees.” She whispered.. And with out warning she was in position.. This was my first experience as an Island visitor, so the vision of her ass in the air was so stimulating I could barely maintain my composure.
I too got on my knees behind her.. She reached back and placed my rock hard manhood in her hand as she guided me into “DELIGHT”! Wow, slowly at first.. Then deeper… And deeper… She was so skilled… Deeper and then she moved her hand and I began to pick up a rhythm.. I placed my hands on her shoulders and pulled her back to me… She pushed her lovely ass against me… It was ecstasy!!! I was not experienced in such matters.. What should I do? How should I act? Should I mimic one of those poorly produced porn movies? I decided I wanted this to be a moment to memorize.. I wanted it to be special, so I let her take the lead…
Our rhythm pick up pace. Faster, then faster!!! My hands moved beneath to caress her breasts.. I could feel her hard, erect nipples.. I moved down to touch her clit, gently stroking it in pace with our connected bodies!! She reached up and touched my hand with hers.. Now both of our hands were applying pressure.. Touching and rubbing and stroking.. I kissed the back of her neck,, She turned her head and kissed me… Tongue to tongue.. Lips to lips!!! I couldn’t hold back any longer.. I exploded!!! Buckets!!! At least that’s my story and I’m stick’n to it…
She waited for a short time and as she moved slightly forward as I withdrew. She turned over and looked up at me with a slim grin.. I was still hard and pleasantly surprised when she asked “Did you enjoy that?”.. I responded in the affirmative!! “Did you?” I said “Yes, I came when you were eating me during the massage.” she said in a cute, delightful manner Hey guys that was good to know!
She then cleaned me up.. I looked down at her as the skilled hands of a master completed the task.. I was still very inspired… We laid next to each other for a very short time and I began to get dressed. She laid on the bed, with half the sheet clinging to her TOTALLY naked body… She watch me dress, looking at me with those gorgeous eyes.. I looked over at her and attempted to etch the vision of her in my minds eye. She looked so extraordinary.. Kind’a shy, yet sexy… Kind’a nice, but naughty.. A naughty girl, yep she was a very naughty girl!!!
Now that I think about it, with a clear mind, it seems she wanted to talk.. I was your typical man, rushing to leave the scene of the crime. Hummmm. I should have stopped and taken the time to chat a bit.. Now I wish I would have. Well, I was completely dressed, as she sat up on the end of the bed. The sheet was still hanging, but it dropped off when she stood up to say goodbye… She walked over and pulled me in close to her, TOTALLY naked as if we were friends forever. She looked directly into my eyes and gave me one last deep, wet kiss..
She walked me to the door and as I looked back she was leaning in the threshold, still naked, look’n real sensual.. Sorta like a photo in a magazine.. From time to time I think about her.. What she’s up to, what was she think’n kind’a stuff.. “Hey Scarlett, I think about you, do you think about me too?” I guy can dream, can’t he?
What am I Wearing….?
by Scarlett on August 1st, 2010
filed under Scarlett Thoughts
Good morning, today I woke up thinking about you and how much I wanted you. I have a tendency to be amorous, err horny, in the morning, or whatever time I wake up, in addition to the night time!
This morning I woke up thinking about you sitting in a chair. As I walk into the room with you, I notice your cock is very hard and swollen. My eyes subtly flash at the sight of that, because you have me always wanting you. What am I wearing? I have on a schoolgirl outfit. My thin white cotton shirt is knotted at the base of my breasts. The buttons are not buttoned. The white cotton is so thin you can see my large swollen reddish pink nipples showing through the fabric. My nipples are hard and protruding through the cloth. I hope it makes you want to rub your fingers across them. My blue and red plaid pleated skirt is very short and suggestive. Especially when paired with the white thigh highs on my legs and very high heeled sexy black pumps.
I walk over to you sitting in the chair and I can’t help but lean over, take your face in my hands, and kiss you hard and deep. The next thing I know I’m sitting in your lap straddling you and facing you. Our kisses grow deeper and hungrier. Your strong hands begin to run across my breasts teasing and caressing my tingling achy hard nipples. I woke up wanting your cock, so I began to slide my hips closer till my body is pressed against your cock making me begin to wiggle my hips up against it. You run your hand down brushing across the front of my pussy through my sheer white panties. You can clearly see my bald pussy peaking through the sheer white thong panties. We kiss hard and deep again, and this time I moan as your hand caresses my pussy brushing harder through my panties. You kiss me hard and deep again, then you tell me to take off my clothes. Without waiting you began to undo the front of my shirt and I begin to frantically help you take my clothes off me. I want to be naked in your lap pressed against your body.
You pull my shirt and skirt off and I’m sitting on you with only my white panties. You run your hands across my pussy again, caress and suck my nipples, pull me into another deep hard kiss and your fingers find their way inside my panties. “Your pussy is soaking wet,” you tell me. I reply, “That’s your pussy, and you make me all wet for you.” You pull me into anther deep, hard kiss and your hands guide my hips up and onto the tip of your cock. As I slide down on it and you enter my pussy, I break our kiss to cry out and moan in pleasure. The feeling is “electric” when your inside me. Your hands on my hips, you guide me up and down on your hard stiff cock. Each time I slide down on you, I moan out loud in pure pleasure almost more than I can stand. Your hands find their way to twine into the back of my hair continuing to guide me up and down on your throbbing cock. As I dance in your lap, I can’t stand it any longer and I explode into a quivering orgasm all over your cock and your lap. Almost instantly, you tell me your about to cum, I jump off your lap kneeling in front of you quickly and take the tip of your cock into my mouth. I drink and swallow every last sweet drop of your cum. Then I stand up and lean forward to kiss you. There is a faint taste of you in my mouth…..
I miss you and can’t wait to see you again.
XOXO
Scarlett Sez Vs Dear Abby!
by Scarlett on July 7th, 2010
filed under Scarlett Suggestions
Recently a lady friend of mine, whom I’ve never met but email with frequently, suggested I start a column similar to Dear Abby but only sexual related. Now I’m sure this has probably been done before, but not by Scarlett! LOL
So today, purely by chance, I happened to read the “Dear Abby” column and once I finished reading it the wheels began to turn and I said to myself, ” Oh this is it!” Just for fun, I’m going to put my own personal spin on this one! And you’ll be happy to know I even came up with a picture and a wonderful song at the end to celebrate this posting. “Scarlett Sez” is born!
Here is what today’s Dear Abby Column said:
“DEAR ABBY: “Aaron” and I have been married five years, and I have always tried to keep our sex life “spicy.” Letting him take private X-rated photos and videos. I recently learned that my “private” photos and videos have been on the Internet and shared with Aaron’s buddies, co-workers and friends. I am shocked, embarrassed and hurt. When I confronted him, he said, “You’re beautiful, and I enjoy sharing you with other guys!” I’m too embarrassed to talk to my minister about this. I have lost my trust in my husband and don’t know what I should do now.
Signed: X-Posed in Illinois
DEAR X-POSED:
What your husband has done is the equivalent of inviting his buddies, co-workers, friends, etc. into your bedroom during your most intimate moments. Your trust was violated, and your feelings are understandable. That he would disregard your feelings in the matter is,frankly, shocking. What you should do now is contact a licensed marriage counselor to figure out if, with professional help, you can help your immature husband reorganize his priorities.”
Well, needless to say, my advice would be a little more relaxed and different from Abby’s. And here it is…..
Scarlett Sez:
GIRL, your Big “O” ship has come in! You need to jump on this and grab it by the balls, LITERALLY! I am telling you run with this like the wind, girl! Oh my, my, my, next step is for Aaron to start phoning his buddies to see when they want to come over and let you start sampling! I know people’s schedules are tricky, but see if you can get 2 or more of them over at the same time. Aaron and the boys can take turns with you and swap out playing and watching. Hey, can I come over and watch? Oh I’m so excited and happy for you, you’ll be the queen of your bedroom every night!
Now when he starts calling his buddies, tell him to go for the most energetic ones that seem to have the most stamina! Oh, this is just the most golden of opportunities if I’ve ever heard one. Were you the prom queen in school? You are so lucky! I”m doing the happy dance for you now!
Oh yeah, and find all the local adult stores and stock up on plenty of hot outfits, toys, stockings, stripper shoes, et cetera…. You know what I’m talking about. Get plenty of batteries! And don’t forget to check out the tutorials on YouTube about “How to Squirt” and the “Female G Spot”. Have Aaron watch them with you. Learn to give him a prostate massage. You guys are on the verge of the ultimate self discovery and sexy times! Good luck and don’t forget about your pal, Scarlett. Be sure to come up for air sometime and give me a call or an email to let me know how things are going! This is so exciting!
Now here’s a picture and a song to celebrate and help get everyone in the mood!
Roll with it Girl! Roll with it!
Here's What's In Your Future!
When you click on the song link, choose to open it with Windows Media Player and enjoy!
**Please note: I am not an attorney, nor a licensed counselor, therapist, or professional of any kind! LOL
Just a fun loving lady who intends this to be taken for all the “tongue in cheek” humor you can wring out of it!
Until next posting, everybody get down tonight!
XOXO
The Other City that Never Sleeps….
by Scarlett on July 4th, 2010
filed under Scarlett Travels
I’m back at home in the Auburn AL/Columbus GA area, but I recently toured the Gulf Coast visiting Mobile, Biloxi, and New Orleans. New Orleans was so special I felt compelled to write about it.
If you’ve never been to New Orleans Louisiana, your missing out on a hot wild time. Alcoholic beverages are served 24/7 and you can even purchase them “to go.” That’s right, you can buy your drinks in a “to go” cup and some of the daiquiri shops have a “drive through!” Now these daiquiris shops are like a pizza/sandwich shop with large walls displaying the frozen drink tumblers of 10-15 different poison, er I mean flavors, to choose from. Some of the flavors to choose from include the classic Margarita, Ecstasy, Purple Haze, and Cajun Cocktail. Now ordinarily I would scoff at frozen drinks and would never drink them because they taste watered down. But don’t forget we’re in New Orleans where they take their alcoholic beverages seriously. These not so wimpy frozen drinks are made with 190 grain alcohol! That’s right, 190 grain!
The French Quarter in New Orleans or, NOLA, as it is sometimes affectionately called is the party place to be. I stayed in one of the lovely historic hotels one block off Bourbon Street which is the party central of the French Quarter itself. I checked into my hotel on a Wednesday, valet parked my truck, and never touched it again until I checked out on Saturday. That’s the way to do the French Quarter. Walk Everywhere you go. It was 4 blocks over to the main drag downtown, Canal Street, as well.
I would have to describe New Orleans as exciting, sultry, and magnetic. If you walk over to Canal Street, you can do some convenient store type shopping in the Voodoo Mart. I can think of no other place where the convenience store is named the Voodoo Mart. Also on Canal Street is an IHop and a CVS, but at first glance I thought they were both nightclubs because of the bright orange glow of the huge neon signs out front of the buildings. I kid you not, the IHop and the CVS look like nightclubs at first glance.
Back on Bourbon Street, the sights, the sounds are a real assault, er I mean treat to the senses. Shops, restaurants, bars, and cabarets line both sides of the street. You can purchase pretty much anything you want and I do mean anything! You can visit Marie Laveau’s House of Voodoo for a genuine voodoo pincushion doll if it’s time to take action on that special someone who’s getting on your last nerve or any type of “gris gris” you need to loose those extra couple of pesky pounds, make someone fall in love with you, put a curse on someone, or just bring general success into your life. As you walk along Bourbon Street each bar or cabaret has a band or music playing. So at all times your hearing 4-5 different tracks of music playing as you walk along. You smell the pizza’s baking, the seafood steaming, and the beer flowing. You hear the people talking, laughing, occasionally yelling at each other up and down the street. Police Officers will happily pose with you to take a picture if you ask nicely. Employees of the clubs and cabarets patrol and “work” the street attempting to bring patrons inside with some bars offering 3 for 1 drinks, or the immortal catch phrase “You can even bring your daiquiri with you.” I have to equate it to walking the gauntlet of carnie workers only instead of trying to sell you a game they are selling drinks, cover charges, or nude dancer action. One cabaret worker pointed at me as I walked by and said, “Hey Baby, we’re hiring dancers right now” I just smiled and kept walking but I was thinking to myself, Oh Boy I can retire early! Strippers work the front doorways of the clubs attempting to entice you to step inside for a dance often yelling at specific gentleman in the street, dancing in the doorways, and happily taking requests to bend over and shake and slap their thong and g string clad asses right there on the spot. And unless your really open minded, make sure the ladies you are admiring are really female! Hint, you can only tell by the Adam’s Apple.
Cabaret Entertainer
Babe’s Caberet had the a very ingenious marketing ploy consisting of 2 large windows just above street level with old fashioned wooden swings in them. One swing was mechanized to swing back and forth with a mannequin of a stripper sitting in the swing while the other swing had a real live girl whose beautiful legs and 6 inch shiny black stilettos would swing out over the crowd as they staggered by.
Ahh, the street performers. Can’t go to Bourbon Street without seeing several street performers. They all make their living working for tips and they don’t hesitate to quickly tell you that. I saw the brass band that has played on one particular street corner for years, tap dancing young pre teens, a lone blues electric guitar player, fortune tellers or voodoo girls as they call them, the tin man, the pirate, and a great Muhammed Ali impersonator who really got into his work!
Muhammed Ali Impersonator
The Pirate
The Tin Man
Or take a leisurely ride in a horse drawn carriage through the French Quarter.
Old School Ride....
New Orleans is just breathtaking, unique, action packed, and great fun. I enjoyed as much of the fine Gulf Seafood as I could while it’s still available. The locals all warned me of the latest street con. Someone will walk up to you in the street and say, Hey I bet you $10 I know where you got those shoes…..if you take the bet, the answer will always be “You got em on yer feet on Bourbon Street” LOL Thus you will always loose and hopefully hand over your $10 without a fight!
I met a wonderful lady who has lived in New Orleans for 30 years and she showed me the best clubs to go to. She is affectionately known as “Esther Williams” by all the local club workers. We hit the 3 for 1 bars for a couple of hours one afternoon and she walked me back to my hotel room to ensure I arrived there safely. I wish I had taken her picture, but I did not.
And amidst all the drinking, walking, and dancing; a trip to the French Quarter would not be complete without a little shopping. I bought Voodoo T Shirts for my teenagers, a kitchen apron for myself which reads, “Don’t Make Me Poison Your Food” and also a hot and sexy black satin retro waitress outfit for a future photo shoot that I have planned with Scott Church on Sept 26th. There are several adult novelty and clothing shops to peruse for added fun also.
I hope I’ve been able to convey the experience of New Orleans to you so as to inspire you to visit there soon. I must admit I thought of moving there and living in one of the quaint and historic balcony apartments right in the French Quarter. The gentlemen I met with while I was there were also very very nice to me. I can assure you New Orleans, I will be back………….
Mystery Man…..
by Scarlett on June 9th, 2010
filed under Scarlett Thoughts
It’s 435am. I may as well make coffee, stay up, and go to the gym. I sure can’t sleep and it’s all your fault.
My mind is torturing me thinking about kissing you, thoughts of sitting you upright on the bed so your cock is straight up and down so that I can sit on it and it will penetrate me as deeply as possible. That will make me squirt and soak you with hot wet pussy juice all over you and the bed….As I sink down on your cock, I look you in the eyes and tell you “I Want to be your Whore”
I can smell your skin as I lightly brush my lips down your neck, your cheek, and kiss slow sweet light kisses up and down the side of your neck, your chin, your cheeks, your ear lobes, and onto your lips. And to taste and feel your balls with my tongue and suck them between my lips and swallow them into my mouth.
Thoughts of sleeping next to you, and in the middle of the night you reach out and pull me close to you spooning, but your cock feels so good, I wriggle my hips until your cock slides easily inside my pussy because it’s soaking wet from just thinking of you.
As you slide inside, you pull me even closer so you can fuck me slowly and deeply….just for starters.
Is it cruel and stupid to write this to you…..?
This sexy old school song conveys my thoughts exactly.
SexForums.com I Love Ya…!
by Scarlett on June 3rd, 2010
filed under Scarlett News
My Blog is now Freakin Award Winning! Wow! Imagine my surprise when I received an email telling me that my blog has been selected by SexForums.com Editor as a 2010 Best Pick!
I am so excited! See my Badge of Honor to the right! Whooo hoooo! I really have to thank those who have sooo inspired me! No, Really, THANK YOU BABY!
Be sure to follow the link above, cruise over there and check out the other blog sites who have been chosen as well! Some mighty interesting reading; sometimes educational and enlightening, sometimes sick and twisted…and I mean that in a good way. Cause that’s what we love….to get educated, enlightened, and sick and twisted all at the same time! Can you tell I’ve always been a little rebellious…..and I don’t see any end in sight at this point!
Share in the joy with me now! I Won! Say it Again! I Won! Say it Again!
Can you tell I’m excited?!
Ooooh, I have an early morning with my personal trainer “whom I lovingly refer to as The Amazon”! Think about me when I’m doing walking lunges, squats, and dead lifts with a 20 lb barbell on my shoulders!
Good night to all you sick, twisted, FUN, and freaky people! We goin get it up tomorrow and do it all over again because Life is just that damn good!
XOXO
Exclusivity…..
by Scarlett on June 1st, 2010
filed under Scarlett Thoughts
I would prove to men how wrong they are to think that they stop falling in love as they get older, since they actually start getting older as soon as they stop falling in love..
Mr. Gabriel García Marquez – Nobel prize winning author and writer of “Love in the Time of Cholera”
Someone recently sent me a “you tube” video called “Farewell from a Genius” and it contained the above quote by the noted author. This had a great impact on me and my thoughts and it is only one of many things that reminds me how precious our life and times are, what we make of them, or what we don’t make of them.
I was recently made an offer of exclusivity. You may know and refer to it as a sugar daddy arrangement. The definition of exclusivity is a contract term in which one party grants another party sole rights with regard to a particular business function. Exclusivity agreements create stability in a business relationship, which in turn provides predictability. The overriding purpose of each exclusivity agreement is, however, to define a relationship in which (generally) two parties agree to deal only with one another, to the exclusion of third parties.
My first reaction was “Hell No!” But then I continued to think over the offer in my mind. I began to consider this offer in great detail. Hhmmm, a steady income, one gentleman in my life, security,….a life of leisure? I’ve been wanting to go back to school and further my education. Perhaps I could invest or start another type of business. Many thoughts ran through my head as I continued to think this offer over. Putting all your eggs in one basket has always been ill advised, right? All the smart business people will tell you, diversification is key! Create multiple streams of income for more security. That would be the practical thoughts that ran through my mind.
But then my mind raced to the impractical, affairs of the heart, including the hedonistic side of me. I began to think of how very very much I do enjoy the gentleman I see. What about my regulars? What about the new and fascinating gentlemen I’ve yet to meet? I can not deny I do love the men. One needs only to read my Happiness is a Sore Pussy post to know I’m not lying about that one. What about all the experimenting I’ve thought of? What about my travel plans for the summer? What about the new website/blog I’ve just recently created and put hours upon hours of time into? What about Diversity? What about multiple streams of income? What about the ladies I’ve never met?
And of course, he’s married. What about my future of one day finding the right man to marry? He even said so himself during a discussion that he realized it wasn’t really fair to me to ask that I remain exclusive only to him when he goes home to his wife each day. It would be quite an understatement to say that I’m used to some variety. I’m used to seeing all kinds of men. Gator wrestling men, numbers crunching men, literary men, engineering men, truck driving men, business owner men, the dentist to the stars, and helicopter flying men. Men who adore women and who look forward for days to our naughty liaisons and truly enjoy every second of them just as much as I do. Men who are just there for the moment and pick up and leave. Men, I even just love saying the word, M E N! Wow, men, whoo hooo men, Men, MEN! I’ve become quite spoiled to having lots of men. And don’t ask why, ask why not? Because I can. Because life is short. Because I want to. Because I enjoy the hell out of men! It’s like asking the canary to quietly walk into the gilded cage and allow the door to slam shut without so much as peep of argument. I don’t know that even if I promised to be faithful to someone that I don’t love that I could fulfill that obligation for very long. Sure, I’d make a great stab at it. I would do my very best to be a good girl, but ultimately one handsome young helicopter pilot would come along and BAM, I’m done for. It’s ON! And don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying I could never be a faithful woman; because in my past relationships I have been faithful. But I would truly have to be in LOVE with the man. Truly in Love. And in this case, I’m not in love. Being in love; versus enjoying someones company, having gratitude, admiration, and respect for that person are 2 very different things.
Then there is the allure and seduction of the adult entertainment business. It becomes similar to celebrity status. You put your name out there, you open yourself up to criticism, comment, and admiration. You put your heart and soul into it. You work it baby. It’s like a garden and you have to tend it. If you leave it alone for too long, sure you can come back; but then you start at square one. And yes, it can be frustrating when you are faced with those who don’t understand or have all the wrong ideas, like 98% of mainstream society; but the rewards are so worth it. It becomes an addiction and an obsession to be the best you can be. How far can you reach, how far can you go, how widely will you be known and what will you be known for? I cannot see just walking away. Not now, not for a long time to come. And right now, oh no, not right now? I’ve got things going my way better than they have ever been. My determination, focus, and dedication to success is stronger than it’s ever been. I just joined a fitness club and hired a personal trainer…I’ve got plans, BIG plans! I am Scorpio and anything I do, I do it 200% or not at all.
But I must end this story with the practicality aspect. Would any business minded person with half a brain cut off multiple income streams and limit themselves to one just because someone in their life can’t stand the thought of their independence, dalliances, and merry making? I think a dildo without any batteries in it would know the answer to that question. I bear no ill will to this gentleman, but I just can’t say yes to this arrangement for all it’s good points there are just too many that I can’t live with. I can’t and I won’t be controlled. if I wanted to be controlled, I would still be married and I would have kept my high profile, high pressure corporate America job! I collect quotes and one of my favorites is “I’d rather die standing than live on my knees.”
Here’s to falling in love with friends, life, and freedom, over and over again, each and every day.
Tribute to Ronnie…..
by Scarlett on May 23rd, 2010
filed under Scarlett Thoughts
I am really behind in the fact that I have failed to mention that one of the great rockers of all time, Ronnie James Dio, passed away recently from stomach cancer on May 16th, 2010.
A Message From Wendy Dio 5/16/2010 2:51:50 PM
“Today my heart is broken, Ronnie passed away at 7:45am 16th May. Many, many friends and family were able to say their private good-byes before he peacefully passed away. Ronnie knew how much he was loved by all. We so appreciate the love and support that you have all given us. Please give us a few days of privacy to deal with this terrible loss. Please know he loved you all and his music will live on forever.” Love, Wendy Dio”
Ronnie’s great musical career spanned six decades, from 1957 to 2010. He was the front man and sometimes bass player for the following bands including 3 stints with Black Sabbath.:
* The Vegas Kings (1957–1958)
* Ronnie & The Ramblers (1958)
* Ronnie and the Red Caps (1958–1961)
* Ronnie Dio and the Prophets (1961–1967)
* The Electric Elves (1967–1969)
* The Elves (1969–1970)
* Elf (1970–1975)
* Rainbow (1975–1979)
* Black Sabbath (1979–1982)
* Dio (1982–1991)
* Black Sabbath (1991–1992)
* Dio (1993–2010)
* Black Sabbath (2006) (Recording of three new songs for Black Sabbath: The Dio Years)
* Heaven and Hell (2006–2010)
Here is Ronnie’s Official Website
Here is his Wikipedia biography which is quite an interesting read:
And of course the Westboro Baptist Church haters are planning to protest Ronnie’s funeral:
Wendy has issued a statement on that subject as well:
“Ronnie James Dio’s widow has urged the rocker’s fans and friends not to turn on religious right protesters who plan to picket outside the late Black Sabbath and Rainbow star’s memorial service in Los Angeles on 30 May 2010.
Wendy Dio, who also managed her husband’s career, has released a statement in response to reports that members of the Westboro Baptist Church will protest outside her late husband’s public farewell memorial service at Forest Lawn cemetery’s Hall of Liberty.
She quoted, “Ronnie hates prejudice and violence! We need to turn the other cheek on these people that only know how to hate someone they didn’t know. We only know how to love someone we know!”
In a news release, Phillips claims Dio taught ‘rebellion against God, in the form of glorifying atheism, promoting the devil horn hand sign and other such idolatries’.
Announcing the protest at the rock star’s memorial, the release continues, “The arrogant God-hating fool changed his name from Padavona to Dio (meaning God in Italian).”
This was taken from the following blog :
As Wendy has suggested, please don’t stoop to their level. I’m embedding the videos of a couple of Ronnie’s songs. I couldn’t choose just one. Put them on full screen and enjoy.
Here’s Ronnie with Yngwie Malmsteen on guitar playing their version of Aerosmith’s “Dream On”
Here’s Ronnie singing “Sitting in a Dream” with Deep Purple on February 04, 2007.
Dio & Deep Purple With The London Symphony Orchestra-Sitting In A Dream
Recorded At The Royal Albert Hall-London-25 September 1999
Here’s a video from the early days of MTV featuring Ronnie slaying the bad guys performing one of his best known songs “Holy Diver”.
Ronnie – We love you, miss you, and we’ll never forget you.
Now this is Bold Marketing….WTF!
by Scarlett on May 4th, 2010
filed under Aromatherapy Info
I didn’t write this and can’t take the credit for it (dear god don’t blame me!) therefore the names have been changed to protect the….. fugly? But this was just so out there, I felt I had to share it with you. You gotta admit when your scrolling down a long list of ads, this one catches the eye! Wow!
I salute you sir!
Nashvilles getting 4 FUGLY UGLY chicks…..
But not for at least 4 more weeks….hold your breath.
In the meantime I’ll try my best to give these other 4 fuglies away until the really f-ugly ones get here.
Shamefully ugly-and big as a house bleach blonde XXXXXX with roots as big as tree trunks is gonna be in Nashville Thursday & Friday. Wouldn’t take her to a cock fight if you paid me but she may be okay in a pinch…
Next week with a worse one that may be a sex change survivor…the perky boobs, flat tummy, perfect legs and butt might even have a surgeons signature on it for all I know. That would be XXXX.
The week after is going to have the worst girl we may have promoted this month. Dingaling yankee visiting from DC. That would be XXXXXXX’s young ass. Still has a rope burn on her neck from the porkchop her parents tied to her neck as a kid….personally, I wouldn’t bang that one if YOU were paying me…..I know that she’s traveled all over the world from Paris to Rome and Egypt, etc, but for real, it was probably with Barnum and Baileys circus….that would explain all of the muscles and extreme body definition. Bet you’d fall in….20 years old is worn out ya know..
If a posse hasn’t killed me yet for sending these hob-goblins to Nashville all month I’ll round it out with a little brown skinned dot head we rescued from the Taliban. (is that a BULLSEYE?) We named her XXXXXXXX so everyone would think she was white but she ain’t. Hienz 57, (like the ketchup) all kinds of this and that. She don’t even know what the hell she is. Stuck up snob with an irritating British accent makes ya think she has an edjewumucation from across the pond. England or some yankee place. Being a brownskin from over there (our third rescue of one of them Indians) she might even have a bounty on her head. You probably shouldn’t take a chance on seeing her. Terrible f—ng build too, probably couldn’t get laid in a mens prison with a fistfull of get out of jail free cards: 5’3, 105 Lbs, 33D-24-32 size=0, age? Ripe old 20.
If you guys STILL insist on calling us for appointments after the screening I’ll go ahead and send the REALLY REALLY ugly ones I used to be married to down there and ….
Just no accounting for taste these days.
Happiness is a Sore Pussy…..
by Scarlett on April 29th, 2010
filed under Scarlett Thoughts
Sit back my friends….let me try to accurately recant for you this evening’s events. The time is now 135am EST. I’ve just arrived back home from a wonderful delicious time with a hot young civie I recently met by chance. Yesterday evening, I had just enough time to grab a bite to eat between meetings. I popped into the local Mexican place where I knew they had good food and even better margaritas! On the rocks with salt please….
As I walked in, the place was actually pretty busy, it was happy hour time, so there were many families there grabbing dinner just after getting off work and picking up the kids from daycare. I walked towards the bar, and noticed a nice looking gentleman sitting near the corner of the bar, so I seated myself somewhat near the corner as well. Not too close and not too far….. He was clean cut, good looking, and by looking at his hair cut, I guessed military and early to mid thirties. I really didn’t pay too much attention other than I thought he was attractive, but never expected he might take an interest. Just didn’t get that vibe….yet. A good friend of mine named Meeshee once told me, Ahhh the Adventures of Scarlett. Giggle, I love her for many reasons, but right up there at the top of the list was because she used my name and adventure in the same sentence.
I ordered a shrimp burrito and it came out pretty quickly smothered in queso blanco. The salsa had been quite spicy today and I had enjoyed the burn on my tongue along with my margarita. All the while, I tried not to stare at the handsome young man about 3 seats away from me at the bar. But eventually, I began to feel his eyes on me from time to time, and began to peek out of the corner of mine and yes he was checking me out. I began to return the favor although I tried really hard not to let him notice I was checking him out as well. Eventually we locked eyes and I felt a little flush, didn’t know what to say, and just blurted out, “You look familiar.” I know, real original, right. He says I dunno, people tell me that quite often, guess I just have that kind of face.
We made a little small talk as I finished my burrito and realized we had a couple of things in common. The small talk began to feel relaxed, easy, and comfortable. A couple of times, I made sure to let him see me lick the salt off the rim of my glass as I sipped my drink. I noticed he did the same. He tells me he is former military, is now a helicopter pilot and flies the night patrols over Baghdad! I know, right, I’m getting wet on that one already!
So I had to leave within the hour as I was expecting a gentleman caller back at my room. By this time, he made it clear, he would have liked it if I had stayed to have another margarita with him and continue the conversation. But having other obligations, I had to go…..but I offered him my personal phone number not expecting to really hear from him again. I thought what the hell if he does call…..I deserve whatever he can dish out.
I leave the Mexican place and began to drive back to my room and within 10 minutes my phone rings. He’s checking to see if I gave him a bogus number. LOL Nope, it’s for real. I ask him how old he is, he tells me 26! To which I reply, “holy shit”, I’m 44. He says, no your not! I reply, now why the hell would I lie about being 44! We share a chuckle over the phone. We make a few more minutes small talk and I ask him to call me the next day. I go through the day on pins and needles with the building excitement of a high school girl. And YES, he does call. We plan to have dinner together. We head to the local watering hole where the food is good and I know the margaritas are too. The bar was having “black light” night and the margaritas flowed. It was cool, the bartenders who are pretty hot themselves had painted stars on their white t-shirts with flourescent paint. The bar was full of people as it usually is and the conversations got loud and often heated. We enjoyed the margaritas, a nice steak, and the scene as it played out in front of us. We enjoyed many laughs, watching the bartenders share sexy flirts with the locals who routinely keep the seats around the bar warm…..
Then by 10pm we decide to exit while we can. Our girl had been mixing them strong! I gave him a ride back to his room and he was almost too much of a gentleman to invite me up. But he did and I parked my truck and up we went. We instinctively took our shoes off and continued small talk, sat on the bed and commented on the TV. Good heavens it must have been a slow news day cause Sandra Bullock’s recent adoption was plastered all over the news. Eventually we began to kiss, slow velvety wet tongues lightly flickered, but the kisses grew deeper. Touching, kissing, caresses of warm strong hands…..clothes began to fall on the floor. We stopped at our underwear, layed on the bed and continued where we left off. I purposefully didn’t allow my eyes to look at his package to savor the surprise, but eventually I ran my hand across the front of his briefs and can you say “Oh MY Goodness” The man is truly blessed. Truly blessed!
Next thing I remember, I’m asking him “Can I ride that big cock?” He liked that and he went to grab a condom. And away I rode, hard, deep, fast, then slow and steady. His cock was so large, so thick and hard, I couldn’t help but cry out pretty loudly. I’ve been told I’m very vocal more than once. He kept gently telling me shhhhhhh. Yes I was THAT loud. I rode, he rode, I soaked him with my excitement. Ok, did I say he was packing and did I mention a duracell battery! Yes, he is all that. Many positions and screams later, we lie on the bed catching our breath. But he’s still got a raging hard on. It was inviting to say the least even though I had barely just recovered from round 1. So I lie beside him and began to lick his nipples very gently. Left and right, lick and kiss, left and right. I slowly moved down to his beautiful cock and balls. I began to lick as slowly as I possibly could. I was enjoying this man. I paid a lot of attention to the boys, I love to do that. He enjoyed and he told me he loved to watch me. I licked, kissed and began to suck, suck, and kiss and lick some more. I love that feeling of watching the enjoyment in his face, his eyes would grow big as he felt the pleasure of my mouth. I made sure to make eye contact as I sucked his cock down deep in my throat and swirled around on the head, then swooping down to lick the balls again, more, more and more. I even got to try out Alexa’s suggestion to override the gag reflex and yes it works. After I lingered on sucking and licking his cock and balls for quite an enjoyable length of time, he asked if I was ready to go again. Did I have to consider that question for very long….? And away we go, he loved for me to ride, he kept having to tell me shhhhh to the point we were giggling over it, laughing and having a romping sexy time. It’s really good when you can fuck and make jokes at the same time, but never loose the feeling or the momentum. He lifted my knees and forced me backwards on his cock when I rode causing it to go deeper. Gawd I loved every minute of it! More, more, more….then I asked him if I could get on my hands and knees and take his cock..what do you think he said? He fucked me good till I felt him quiver when he came buried deep inside my pussy. I loved squeezing his cock as tight as I could. I must say I lost count, but I believe there were 4-5 rounds of this hot steaming screaming sex and yes it was good, very very good.
Wow, I’ve spent nearly an hour just telling the story. It makes me feel warm and ready to do it again…..even though I must admit my pussy is a bit sore already. Remember that song, “Hurts so Good”? Yeah it does….. Did I mention he was handsome, packing and had a duracell battery. Oh yeah, life is good.
Let’s Interact…..
by Scarlett on April 27th, 2010
filed under Scarlett Suggestions
Hello all,
My original plan was merely to add a page or two onto my existing site to create a blog. But of course I immediately fell in love with this beautiful template and wanted to snag it for my very own. And one thing led to another, and next thing I knew, I spent 4 days revamping my site. Then the more I investigated the blog scene, I loved the idea of being interactive with you. Yes, I really like that idea! So I created several categories and some pages that allow you to submit comments and suggestions.
So, yes, I would love to hear from you gentleman. I’ve created some pages as “static” pages meant for information only and the comments sections are closed on those pages. However, I’ve created some pages and categories with comments open. I am new to this type of format and I have actually bought a book to learn php just as I did html. I love to learn new things. I’m one of those people who has to know “why.”
Therefore, consider this a starter post to let you know that you are welcome to offer comments and suggestions throughout.
Looking forward to hearing from you….
And so begin the Scarlett Letters…..
by Scarlett on April 21st, 2010
filed under Scarlett Thoughts
Welcome to my new and improved website!
To start off this blog journey, here are 13 fun facts about me.
I’m not superstitious.
English and Literature were my best subjects in school.
I am a Scorpio and I find the zodiac entertaining, but I don’t plan my life around it. Scorpio is the most sensual and passionate of the zodiac signs and are sometimes referred to as “full throttle.” My personality holds true to these descriptions in many ways, including the fact that if I’m going to do something, I do it 200% or not at all.
I own 2 beautiful boxer dogs who I baby way too much. I cook for them, they have their own twin bed in my room, and I feed them all natural grain free dry food with warm shredded chicken and broth over it.
I have never been able to “get into” football or baseball, but I really like boxing. I would love to attend a major fight at some point in my life. I don’t know why 2 people punching each other to score points can hold my interest versus home runs or touchdowns.
I love to read books, but never for entertainment purposes. In order to read a book, I must be learning or acquiring a new skill or I don’t feel it is a valuable use of my time.
People who know me have always told me I’m stubborn and independent.
I don’t watch TV and I don’t have cable or satellite TV. So whenever you ask me if I’ve seen the latest TV commercial that everyone is raving about, don’t take it personally when I look at you kind of blankly.
My vehicle of choice is a 4 door Chevy Silverado. I love to junk shop and if I see something I like I want to be able to take it with me. It also comes in handy with two 100 lb dogs and two teenagers.
I have great aspirations, but I haven’t completely pinned down what they are yet.
My top 2 favorite foods are grilled/broiled seafood and fresh fruits.
I have lived in the following states in this order:
- MS
- FL
- AL
- IL
- FL
- AL
I am putting down roots in Alabama, but I have aspirations to travel a bit. Stay tuned…..
For the Guys…..
by Scarlett on April 21st, 2010
filed under Scarlett News
Remember Extreme GFE on my website?
This is for you, but I’m flexible.
