New Direction

I began this blog as a way to promote my prose writing. Then, I decided to try my hand at writing a romance novel, give the people what they wanted. A friend told me the fastest selling genre was graphic fiction, basically literary porn. I wanted an opportunity to earn a living with my writing, so I stooped to the lowest common denominator of catering to these empty delights. However, I'm not able to indulge the senses in this way anymore. I want to be used as an instrument for dispersing light and love into the world, not for promoting selfish gratification. The more we circum to our natural tendencies to turn inward and seek our own personal pleasure and stimulation, the less we look to the interests of others, the less we care about those who are in need, the less we from communal bonds and lose ourselves to the demands of loneliness and isolation. Therefore, I commit myself to using this blog as means of reaching out to others, sharing their fear, anger, and distress, dispensing hope to those who are hurting, and reflecting truth into the lives of all who will listen. Thank you for joining my mission. May God bless you and keep you always. Amen.

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. Tonight, they opted for a quiet evening at home, a time of restoration before plunging into the busy week ahead. Sunday evenings were the perfect time for a little relaxation.

                 

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Matt: What’s your favorite position?

Matt: I thought about you last night.

Matt: I thought about how awesome it would be to do you from behind.

Matt: I know I can’t have sex with you, and I probably shouldn’t keep thinking about how much I want to have sex with you, but your sexy photos keep drifting back into my thoughts.

Matt: You have the perfect breasts, and your hips have that beautiful curve, makes me hard right now just thinking about them. I can just imagine grabbing onto your hips and thrusting myself inside of you. If you feel half as awesome as you look, you would make me cum so hard. You would let me cum inside of you, wouldn’t you?

Matt: God you’re hot. I want to hear what it’s like to have sex with you.

Matt: What’s the wildest thing you’ve ever done? The best sex you’ve ever had? Would you tell me about it?

Isabella slammed her laptop closed, cheeks flushed, breathing heavily. Her eyes darted around the room scanning for any sign of her children. She had just gotten home from work and was simply planning to open her online radio account to play some music while getting dinner started. But her curiosity caused her to check her e-mail first, real quickly, just to see if there were any new messages.

Dinner can wait. She grabbed her cell phone and searched for any new texts from her daughters.

Gwen: Have to work 6-10 tonight Mom. Gonna drive Robert home after. See you tomorrow.

Jade: Hanging out with Katie and Elliot. I’ll be home by midnight.

A Monday evening to herself was usually met with a bubble bath and a good book to ease the first day of the week work stress. But tonight she envisioned a more pleasurable way to spend her time naked. Dinner could definitely wait.

She carried her laptop back to her bedroom, closed the door, and blocked it shut with her end table. The girls were supposedly elsewhere, but she needed guaranteed privacy before she could let her guard down.

Izzy: I like missionary style the best. I know it sounds lame and un- adventurous, but I like to feel the weight of a man’s body pressing on top of mine. And I like to be able to tilt my pelvis and contract my abdomen as he penetrates deeper inside of me.

Izzy: I thought about you last night too. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. I was horribly distracted at work all day today, wanting to be able to meet you and see you in person. When are you going to be up here again? Three weeks? I don’t know if I can wait that long.

Izzy: Of course I would let you cum inside of me, in my pussy or in my mouth. I want to know what you taste like. I want to suck on your cock until you explode with pleasure.

Izzy: You make me feel so good. You make me want to touch myself all over and rub my clit until I orgasm. I want to feel you inside of me. I want to feel you inside of me and on top of me, and penetrating me from behind and from the side and from any other position you can think of to fuck me from. You turn me on so hot and so fast, it’s unreal.

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Izzy: I see. Okay. Well, it was nice to meet you Matthew. Hopefully I’ll see you here again soon.

Matt: Count on it. Good-night.

Izzy: Good-night.

Isabella closed her web browser and shut her laptop for the night. Good night indeed, she sauntered toward the restroom to prepare for bed, head still spinning with bewilderment and delight. Portland though? Seriously? He may as well live on the moon. There’s no way she was ever going to attempt another long-distance relationship, not after what happened last time.

Three years ago she met a gorgeous young doctor at a charity fundraiser her medical team was supporting. He was charming and debonaire, intelligent and sophisticated. They had sparks flying instantaneously.  Conversation was natural and fluid. He was absolutely perfect, until she discovered he was also sleeping with a sales rep in Seattle, an x-ray technician in Spokane, and a billing clerk in Vancouver. Apparently, he got around. It took her a full year to get over him, so there was nothing left in her to trust another man she was apart from more than they were together.

Though it was well past her usual bedtime, sleep would not come easily on this hot July evening. It was unusually warm for so early in the summer. None of her living arrangements in the Puget Sound area had ever had air conditioning, but her current apartment had particularly poor airflow. She knocked on her daughters’ bedroom door and cracked it open to check on her girls. They were both still awake reading.

“I’m heading to bed now. You girls doing okay?” her inquiry was met with simultaneous head bobs. She walked over and kissed them each on the top of their heads. “Okay, just don’t stay up too late. And keep the racket

down for crying out loud, I can hardly hear myself think over here.” They both smiled and shook their heads.

“Good-night Dearies,” she said, pulling the door closed behind her.

“Good-night Mom,” they echoed back at her.

It was hard for her to believe how grown up they had become. It seemed like only yesterday when she was reading them bedtime stories and insisting on lights out by 8pm, even during the summertime. Now they came and went as they pleased. It was almost more like having roommates than daughters.

They typically weren’t home at the same time in the evenings anymore. If they weren’t busy working, they were hanging out with friends or watching television down at the residential clubhouse.

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Matt: Thank you. You don’t look like a frog either. ;)

Izzy: Well that’s a relief.

Matt: You look more like a swan, long slender legs and beautiful curves.

Izzy: I hope you’re not saying I have bird legs.

Matt: No, you have sexy legs, and a sexy body, and a sexy smile.

There was no way Isabella was going to hook up with this guy just to get laid, but there was something about his online presence that made her feel moist. Her heartbeat was racing and her breathing was noticeably shallow and quickened. How was she going to not fuck this guy the instant she saw him? It was going to require an immense amount of restraint.

Was it simply his flattery? Was she really that easy? Did a guy only have to tell her she’s sexy for her to spread her legs and start rubbing herself between exchanges? It had only been three months since she and her last boyfriend had broken up. She shouldn’t be so desperate for sex already that she’d flame up like this at the slightest provocation.

Matt: I hope I’m not being too forward. I just find you extremely attractive.

Izzy: No. It’s okay.

Izzy: I just had to take care of something real quick. I’m back.

Matt: okay. So do you mind if I ask you to send me another photo? One that you don’t have on your profile already?

Izzy: I’m not going to send nude photos over the internet.

Matt: Lol! No. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to imply a pic that you can’t post online. Just something recent.

Izzy: My profile pics are recent. Okay, within the last five years anyway. Okay, I’ll snap a selfie and text it to you.

Matt: Why don’t you just reply to my e-mail?

Izzy: Do you not want to give me your phone number?

Matt: I don’t give my number out online anymore. It’s a long story.

Izzy: I’m not going anywhere.

Matt: Okay, well, the bottom line is I had to change my number a few years ago because this crazy stalker bitch wouldn’t quit texting and calling me. You don’t seem like you’d do something like that, but she didn’t either when we first met, so now I just eror on the side of caution. It was a huge pain, and I don’t want to have to go through anything like that again.

Izzy: K, I understand.

Izzy: Is that why you don’t post your picture on your profile too?

Matt: No. I just like to keep a low profile.

Matt: The frog pic was just for fun.

Matt: I really didn’t expect anyone to initiate contact with me with that picture up.

Izzy: Were you not wanting anyone to initiate contact with you?

Matt: Oh, no. It’s not like that or anything.

Matt: I just, I usually just don’t have a picture on my profile. I usually just send a pic to women I find online who I find attractive. I’m glad you contacted e though. You seem really cool and you’re definitely very attractive.

Izzy: Well, thank you. You’re very attractive as well.

Matt: So, you’ll send me another pic.

Izzy: Sure.

With no idea of what would ever possess her to do so, she stripped off her sweatpants and T-shirt and snapped a decapitated nude photo of herself standing against her bedroom door.

Izzy: Let me know what you think of this one.

Izzy: I just happened to find this revealing photo of some random person.

Matt: Wow. I thought ou weren’t comfortable? That pic is awesome.

Matt: May I just say your nipples are AMAZING!

Matt: Makes me want to lick you up an dwon every square inch of your beautiful, succulent skin and fondle your sweet, beautiful breasts.

Matt: Dang girl, you’ve got me so hot right now. This is incredible.

Izzy: Good I’m glad you like it.

Matt: Like it? You’re awesome.

Matt: I’ve never met anyone here as beautiful and inspiring as you are.

Matt: Talking with you makes me all hot and sweaty in all the right places.

Matt: Ad lokking atyou is incrdibble>

Matt: Damn, I can’t even type straight anymore.

Izzy: Lol. I know what you mean.

Izzy: Maybe I should go take a cold shower now.

Matt: Can I join you?

Izzy: you live a little far from here.

Matt: only a couple hundred miles.

Izzy: A couple hundred? Your profile says Renton.

Matt: Yeah, I work up in Renton sometimes, but I live in Portland.

Izzy: Oregon?

Matt: Yeah.

Matt: I’m going to be up in WA in a few weeks, so I thought I’d get online and find someone to hang out with for a bit while I’m up there.

Izzy: Well, I’m not cool with hooking up for a one-night stand.

Matt: Just like you’re not cool with e-mailing nude photos?

Izzy: touché

Matt: Don’t worry about it.

Matt: I’m not looking for a piece of ass. I actually have a girlfriend down here I’ve been seeing for a few months now. I just want to go out to dinner, maybe go check out a movie or something, and I’d just rather do those things with company than by myself.

Izzy: Sure. That sounds cool.

Matt: Would you be okay with that?

Izzy: Yeah. I guess so. I mean, I like to get out and have a good time once in a while same as anuone else.

Matt: Cool. I’ll let you know exactly when I’ll be coming up when I get more details and know the dates for sure. Sound good?

Izzy: Yeah. Okay. That sounds great.

Matt: Alright. Well, I’d probably better go now. That pic is going to get me into some serious trouble. I’m gonna have some sweet dreams tonight.

Izzy: Yeah. It’s kind of starting to get late.

Izzy: But I have a question first.

Matt: yes

Izzy: What’s your name? It’s not Coach, right?

Matt: It’s Matthew. My e-mail was set up when I was coaching high school basketball while in college.

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Is it possible to fall in love online? Isabella never thought so, until she met Matthew. His online dating profile picture was so original, she had to reach out to him. Among the rows of balding, unattractive, middle-aged men was a frog. Not just any frog, the animated frog from the Disney movie The Princess and the Frog, close-up shot, long tongue flailing.

Izzy: Wow. You are super cute. And that tongue looks promising. ;)

Matt: Lol. Thanks. You are super cute too.

Matt: I can send you a real photo if you don’t mind sharing your real e-mail address.

Izzy: I don’t know. You set the standard pretty high. But I guess it’s worth a try.

Matt: I like your sense of humor. You sound fun. Tell me where you want it. (pun intended)

Izzy: Isabella.Martini@email.com

To Isabella’s surprise, her nipples began tingling at the thought of this random stranger putting it where she wanted it. She didn’t even know what he looked like yet, but she could already imagine him sliding his hands up between her thighs and attacking her clitoris with his long, flailing tongue.

She immediately clicked over to her e-mail account and anxiously waited for his photo to arrive. Then she went back to his profile again to double-check his stats and self-description to make sure there were no red flags before writing her response. He was incredibly handsome. She couldn’t figure out why such a good-looking guy wouldn’t just post his real picture on his profile. “Approach with caution,” she thought to herself, “so far, too good to be true.”

Izzy: You don't look anything like a frog. (sigh) You are handsome, though, so I guess you've got that going for you.