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Saturday, September 27, 2008 10:40 PM
.:Margarita Mayhem:.

I am sitting on the couch with my laptop, staring at Taylor in the kitchen. She's dancing while mixing another batch of margaritas. She's so cute. I wish she would let me post a picture of her on here. I wouldn't do it without her permission. To give you an idea of what she looks like, she has short black hair with dark blue/purple highlights that almost touches her shoulders, beautiful blue eyes, a very soft, womanly face, with narrow eyes and full, gorgeous lips.

Her body is stunning. Very curvy. She's a little on the slim side, slimmer than me, but she doesn't look like she's starving. She always wears the cutest outfits. Skirts, leggings, and tank-tops in a wide array of vibrant colors. And she has some of the best tattoo work I have ever seen. Hers make me hate mine. Mine are simple little stars above my vagina and on each side of my hips. She has a dragon on the side of her left leg that goes from her ankle, almost to her hip, angel wings on her shoulder blades (not the generic angel wings, either, these are very well designed and amazingly intricate), and a quarter-sleeve of and underwater scene with coral, sea turtles, and clown fish. She looks like an art museum when she's naked. A very sexy, seductive, tasty art museum.

God damn! Just talking about her drives me wild.

I don't know why I came on here to post this. I guess I just have to get all this happiness out somehow. I can talk to her about it, but I can't talk to anyone else about it, and I just want to scream at the top of my lungs how amazing Taylor makes me feel. I have never been with someone who cares for me as much as she does, makes me laugh as much as she does, or tells me how great she thinks I am as much as she does. On top of that, I have never had better sex in my life. But that's the least important part of being with her. She treats me right. She cares about me more than she cares about herself. I don't expect that from her, but as much as I try, I can't stop her. She wants me to be that happy.

I seriously think I am falling in love.

<3 Sarah <3
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8:29 PM
.:The Perks Of Being A Woman:.

I went shopping today. I was sitting around the house, wondering when my girl would call, when I decided that it might be nice to have a little time to myself, time to go out and do the things I like to do on a gloomy, relaxing day. I showered, put on my khakis, my favorite halter top I found at Forever 21 that shows off my boobs really well (picture on the left), and headed out. I had no idea that that black top would be the cause of one of the weirdest moments I've been through in a long time.

I didn't buy anything for myself while I was out. I found this dress that would look so good on my girl, so I bought that for her, and flowers, all as a gift to her for making last night such a special night. It was marked down to $250 from $400. I couldn't pass it up.

There was a man working the register. He was tall, handsome, about my age (26) or a few years older, and seemed to be really polite. He commented on how beautiful the dress was. He said I would look great in it and...

"A beautiful girl like you should have men standing in line to buy things like this for her."

I was flattered. I smiled and said, "It's not for me. It's for a friend."

Then, he did something I will never forget. He glanced down at my chest and said...

"Those beauties wouldn't fit in here anyways."

What? Since when was it okay to comment on a woman's breast size when ringing up their clothes? He's lucky I didn't reach across the counter and slap him. The funny thing about it was I couldn't decide if I should be offended or flattered. Was he saying my boobs were too small? Too big? Or was he just being a pervert? I chose to be offended. I bought the dress, left, and then called the store to speak to the manager when I arrived at home. The manager was a woman, and was very sympathetic to my concerns. At least that's what she told me. She promised me disciplinary action would taken against the boob-fiend. I highly doubt it, but I was happy that she at least made it seem like she was trying to satisfy me.

It has always blown my mind that some men (not all men are assholes) think it's okay to make comments like this. Have you ever seen a lady working the cash register comment on a man's pants and say "that cock will never fit in these" in your lifetime? I haven't, and I highly doubt it occurs much at all.

I don't hate men. I just don't date or have sex with them. And I don't think all men are like this, but to any men reading this, let your friends know that when they pull stunts like this, it makes good men like you look bad.

Besides all that, today has been wonderful. So relaxing. I love the weekends. Not having to work. Not having to deal with anything I don't want to deal with. Sleeping in. Or waking up early and lying on the couch naked, a cup of coffee in my hand, watching the sunrise over the buildings across the street. I love the sounds of the city in the morning too. It's the sound of the world turning, the gears spinning, and life moving on.

Exactly one hour and fifteen minutes left of loneliness. After that, I get to feel her skin against me again, her warm body next to mine. We'll probably watch movies and eat ice cream all night.
We talked about moving in together last night. We're both for it, but we want to wait a little bit longer. I'm probably going to bring it up again tonight to try and feel her out, see if she really wants to do it. I know it will happen. We're so great together. She really makes me the happiest woman in the world.

<3 Sarah <3
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4:04 PM
.:Goodbye For Now:.

I had to take down my other blog. My friend who it is based on decided she didn't want it public anymore. At least for right now. I don't know why she had this sudden change of heart. At first she was thrilled to have it up, now, not so much. Her reasons are flimsy at best.

"I don't want certain people to see it because they'll recognize that it's about me."

or,

"Stuff like that shouldn't be shared publicly."

Since the story is about her past as an escort, I can understand where she's coming from. But, I'm going to do my best to talk her out of it. I'd really like to finish it and put the remainder up for you all to read. I want to thank those of you who did read it and liked it. That made me happy to see you guys getting in to it. Hopefully it will be back up soon. I'm pretty sure you can still access what is there if you type in the address, but I'm not going to tell her that : ).

<3 Sarah <3
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2:34 PM
.:Beautiful:.

It's such ugly weather outside, but to me, the day is beautiful. Last night with my lady was beyond words. She knows all the right things to do and say to melt my heart.

When she came over, we sat on the couch in my living room with all the lights off, except for the candles I had lit on the coffee table. She was so surprised to see it all, and to see me in the lingerie she bought me. I love how wide her eyes get when she sees something that excites her. We drank red wine and talked about nothing. With her, the silence between thoughts is never awkward. Sometimes the silence is the best part, when we just look at each other and feel the emotion in each other's eyes.

It wasn't long before she was on top of me, kissing me slow and passionate. Her lips. I love her lips against mine.

Before I knew it, we were in my bed. She had me on my back, working her magic between my legs. She had never been so rough. It was mind blowing. I almost broke my headboard from gripping and pulling so hard. After a couple hours of ravaging each other's bodies, we fell back in bed, breathless, sweaty, and euphoric. That's when I made that last post.

She's gone now. We woke up, I cooked her breakfast, and she left for work. Her work is the hardest thing on our relationship. Most weeks, she works all 7 days. But we get through, and we will always get through. I am completely hers.

<3 Sarah <3
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3:05 AM
.:Could It Be...?:.

It's 3 in the morning. I'm lying in bed with my laptop, completely fulfilled, with the girl who is slowly stealing my heart showering in my bathroom. Tonight turned out to be so much better than I had expected. No other person could bring me from such a low, all the way up to the high I am at right now.

I think I'm falling for this girl. My only regret is that I can't share it with anyone, except for you, my anonymous readers. My friends are accepting, but prefer not to hear of our socially unacceptable relationship, except for one who has this alternative lifestyle in common with me, and is also one of my ex-girlfriends. We ended it, deciding that our friendship was too important to risk losing. My family hasn't spoken to me in years, since the day they met my first girlfriend.

By the way, the reason I started this blog is to share the wonderful experiences I have been living through in the recent weeks with this new found, soon-to-be, love of mine. On my other blog, I was asked where inspiration for the story came from. The majority of it comes from the friend I just mentioned, and another portion of it comes from my own experiences. The main character is a mix of the two, and if you are wondering where I found the name Taylor, well, she's in my shower right now, and about to be back in my arms.

I just heard the water turn off in the shower. I look forward to warming each other up.

<3 Sarah <3
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12:40 AM
.:I Love Surprises:.

I got a surprise call. She called to say how much she misses me. Her voice was heavy when she said it. I asked her if she'd like to come by for a few drinks. I was so happy when she jumped at the chance to see me.

I'm bringing out the best wine I have, lighting the candles, putting on some of our favorite music, and waiting for her in the lingerie she bought me from Victoria's Secret (photo on the right, except mine is black).

Any minute there will be a knock at my door. Any minute I can unleash the desire I have been building for her all day. She has no idea what is in store for her. I can't wait to find out what's in store for me. I could hear it in her voice. The urgency to see me was evident. It was clear she had been thinking the same things I had been thinking all day long. The one thing that matters the most is that I don't have to spend tonight alone. I can sleep with her in my arms, feel her warm breath on me.

The first thing I'm going to do when I see her is kiss her. Her soft lips have become essential to my survival. I need more. If anyone even reads this, I'll let you know how it went in the morning.

<3 Sarah <3
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Friday, September 26, 2008 11:54 PM
.:Missing Me:.

I am alone again. No one help keep me warm. No body to explore. No lips to keep me satisfied. I miss her. I wish she was here tonight. She's all I've been thinking about for the last few weeks. She's amazing. She does things to me I didn't know could be done. I wonder if she's thinking about me right now.

I would do anything to have her in my arms, to kiss down her neck, taste the skin on her belly, and...

<3 Sarah <3
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8:48 PM
.:How Sweet You Are:.

I love the way I can still taste her on my lips the next morning. Faint memories of the previous night come flashing back. Rolling around in the bed, exploring one another's body with our hands and lips. The salt of her skin. The smooth feeling of silk on my fingers when I slip them in her. The way she squirms when my tongue touches that sweet spot.

I wish nights with her would never end. It seems like we're just starting when it's all over. I dream about her. I dream about looking down on her, her eyes peering back up at me from between my thighs. Her ice cold blue eyes, searing through my soul and driving me insane.

She sometimes wears skirts when we meet. She'll purposefully bend over a little too far, letting me catch a glimpse of what hides between her thighs. Her strong, smooth thighs. Or she'll cross her legs from across the room, leaving them apart for just a moment too long, showing me what I could have. "Not now, but later," her eyes tell me.

I want to taste her again.

<3 Sarah <3
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