<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496</id><updated>2011-09-06T12:28:05.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saphire Lover</title><subtitle type='html'>My ultimate sex and personal blog.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-3902573757052172071</id><published>2008-01-20T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T19:22:03.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanted to let you know that I do have a lot to write about.  However, I haven't had the privacy to be able to write the most sexy of notes lately.  So don't think I have abandoned you.  I just don't have the time right now.  I will later and I promise to write the lusty notes from my trip.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in the moonlight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-3902573757052172071?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/3902573757052172071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=3902573757052172071&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/3902573757052172071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/3902573757052172071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-wanted-to-let-you-know-that-i-do-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-8658662200904831274</id><published>2007-12-13T14:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T14:16:50.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking....</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite quotes is " Become the change you wish to see in the world"  by Ghandi.  So of course that would mean that I need to start with myself.  I need to change the things about me and my lifestyle that I wish to see changed in the world.  &lt;br /&gt;So with this I have been thinking a lot about the men and others in my life.  The kind of people that I am constantly attratcting.  And if I look deep enough it seems that they almost all have something in common with my mother, father or sister.  &lt;br /&gt;But mostly with my father.  Some of it good, and some of it bad.  I have had issues with my father my whole life.  And most people have something like this in their own families.  The issues I have long held have been abandonment, lonliness, drugs, alcohol, money,&lt;br /&gt;and other addiction issues.  Most of the men that I have had long term relationships with, or at least were in love with have had most if not all of the same kinds of traits as my father.  They have all been extremely intelligent, well read, have loads of potential,&lt;br /&gt;addiction problems( drugs, alcohol, smoking), would prefer to make a lot of money with some sort of scam or short term payoff, have dark hair, tall, hazel eyes, love of the outdoors.  And I am sure there are many others, I just can't think of all of the similarities at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;And even though I can see these issues from the very beginning of the relationship and know that it is something that I must work on, I still keep these people in my life.  I even try to figure out what it is that I am supposed to understand.  But I am still &lt;br /&gt;lacking the information that will help me move on from this cycle.  I recognize the problem which is only the first step in fixing it.  So what am I missing?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't have the best relationship with my father.  I have tried in the past.  We were very close once.  But his addiction to drugs has him in a stupor that makes it difficult to have an intelligent conversation with him.  I do still love my dad.  &lt;br /&gt;But I know that his problems are his own and I can't fix them.  But I also realize that his problems were then passed down to me as well.  I am perpetuating the cycle, as much as I don't want to.  My son is growing up a lot like I did.  With a lot of anger &lt;br /&gt;in our house.  With sadness that he can't understand or explain.  I so desperately want to make his life better than my own.  He deserves that.  One good thing that is absent in his life is the addiction problems.  At least somewhat.  My husband knows he has&lt;br /&gt;a problem with alcohol and doesn't drink anymore because of the way I feel about it.  However, I think it will only take a major problem in his life to bring it back.  Addiction is so hard to beat.  I understand that.  But I also know that it is necessary.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is the way to move away from these types of relationships, to just simply stay away from these people in my life that remind me of my father?  And try dating people that are completely different?  But will those kinds of relationships work out?  I have dated&lt;br /&gt;all kinds of people.  And I always fall in love with the ones that are like my father.  I know it is a subconcious thing to fix the problems of my past by being with someone like the person that caused the past hurts.  I have thought that with the decision to get&lt;br /&gt;divorced from my husband, that I would choose completely different types of people this time around.  I have been thinking of the type of person that I thought would make me happy.  And I would want someone who has beliefs that are closer to my own with my religion. &lt;br /&gt;I would want someone who is still intelligent and well read with their own interests besides my own.  I would want someone who isn't that into sports, since I don't really like them.  I would want someone who loves family and wants to spend a lot of time doing family related things.&lt;br /&gt;I would want someone who is into protecting the environment and whose political views are at least very close with my own.  I want someone with a very good sense of humor.  Of course this have never really been a problem for me to find.  All of the men in my life&lt;br /&gt;have been funny or witty or both.  Of course I would want someone who is sexually compatible.  I would want someone who is open minded and ok with me being bisexual.  And yes, even though we are supposed to say that looks don't matter, they do.  I don't mean that &lt;br /&gt;a person needs to be a supermodel or anything.  But I do need to find you attractive in order to be able to have sex with you for the rest of my life.  Now that being said, your personality makes a huge difference.  If you are an asshole, it won't matter how &lt;br /&gt;good looking you are, I still won't want to have sex.  I want someone who likes art and might even have some artistic ability.  I want someone who can be silly, but also knows when it is time to be serious.  I want someone who knows how to deal with their&lt;br /&gt;own finances and is good at it.  I want someone who knows how to live in the present but also can look forward to the future.  I want someone who is free of most addictions ( drugs, alcohol, gambling, sex, anything that is destructive).  I would like someone &lt;br /&gt;who likes at least some of the music that I listen to.  I would like someone who likes to travel and wants to see the world.  I want someone who is going to support me in my dreams and I will support them in theirs.  I want someone who has dreams and willing to&lt;br /&gt;go after them.  I want someone who is good at compromise. Sometimes I could use help in that area.  I want someone who thinks that I am the most wonderful woman in the world.  Someone who thinks I am sexy and beautiful.  Someone who thinks that I am the perfect&lt;br /&gt;compliment to them. I would like to be with someone who would help me to keep the house clean, either because they like to clean or are willing to pay for a maid. I would love to have someone who is romantic.  That has been a hard thing for me to find.  &lt;br /&gt;I love to get letters, poems, notes, small gifts that have meaning to them.  I like to be reminded that I am loved and important in someone else's life.  I would definitely want to be with someone who likes to dance.  I have always wanted to take dancing lessons&lt;br /&gt;and I want someone who is willing to dance with me.  Either to salsa, ballroom, swing dancing or almost any other type that actually has steps to it to learn.  I want someone who is open to the idea of adoption for kids.  It is one of those things that has always&lt;br /&gt;been important to me and I want it to be important the the one I am with.  I want to be with someone who likes cats.  At some point I expect to have a cat again in the future. I want to be with someone who believes in magick, miracles or whatever you want to call it.&lt;br /&gt;I want someone who is willing to work through our problems, whether it is with a therapist or just talking through it till we fix it.    I am not expecting anyone perfect.  I am far from it myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be with someone that I think we will get along more than not.  I don't think that is too much to ask.  I am sure this is what most people want.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in the moonlight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-8658662200904831274?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/8658662200904831274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=8658662200904831274&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/8658662200904831274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/8658662200904831274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2007/12/thinking.html' title='Thinking....'/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-4646162553993072846</id><published>2007-11-16T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T16:24:28.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lover</title><content type='html'>I need to feel your hands on me.  I need to feel your hot breath on my neck.  I want to have you kiss me deeply and passionately.  I can see this in my mind.  You are holding me up against the wall.  I am succumbing to your will.  I am melting into your body as you fondle my breasts and kiss my neck.  You are holding up my leg with your hand as it is wrapped around your back.  I am writhing with desire.  The mere heat of your breath makes me quiver with excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to cum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you in the moonlight,&lt;br /&gt;your tasty little thing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-4646162553993072846?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/4646162553993072846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=4646162553993072846&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/4646162553993072846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/4646162553993072846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2007/11/lover.html' title='Lover'/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-4384330352071449083</id><published>2007-11-15T15:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:31:25.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My old high school friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BqYVwcSqbck/RzzTmykghPI/AAAAAAAAAA8/BCifPNwq7Ro/s1600-h/2680A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BqYVwcSqbck/RzzTmykghPI/AAAAAAAAAA8/BCifPNwq7Ro/s320/2680A.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133210338658911474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in lust!!  I got a chance to chat with an old high school theater friend.  And he happens to be single these days.  And for some reason, I am extremely attracted to him now.  He was cute back then, but he got better looking with age.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we decided to take it in a sexual turn.  We talked for 4 hours last night.  Some of it was just catching up on each others lives.  Remembering the days back when we hung out with all the same people. And trying to get him to remember what I look like.  And unfortunately neither one of us could look at a yearbook to remind him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I sent him a recent picture of me and he thinks I am hot now.  So woo hoo.  I like him already.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of the conversation last night was definitely phone sex.  And it was fantastic.  Men rarely jump in and supply a lot of the imagery. But he started the whole thing.  I was quite impressed.  Especially remembering that I used to do phone sex for a living.  Most of those men wanted me to provide the story and tell them everything to get them off.  They could care less if I was having a good time.  But not my clit commander.  He was very imaginative.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the time to elaborate right now, maybe later or tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in the moonlight,&lt;br /&gt;your tasty little thing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-4384330352071449083?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/4384330352071449083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=4384330352071449083&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/4384330352071449083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/4384330352071449083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-old-high-school-friend.html' title='My old high school friend'/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BqYVwcSqbck/RzzTmykghPI/AAAAAAAAAA8/BCifPNwq7Ro/s72-c/2680A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-2674867838799605783</id><published>2007-11-14T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T11:26:48.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn long time</title><content type='html'>Wow, I hadn't realized it had been so long since I had posted anything here.  And I guess that is because I was trying to be a good girl.  But the truth is I don't think I have it in me.  At least not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been a normal wife and mother for a while.  But my husband is having his issues again, and that always puts me off him and onto others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on one of my blogs yesterday and an old friend from highschool put out a bulletin.  It said U + ME + MY ROOM = ____________.  And I hadn't heard from him in a while so I checked it out.  And I replied, that I would like to do things that married people shouldn't do with others. And since we can't do that we will just catch up over the last 15 years or so.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I checked out his blog and it said that he is seperated and he has had a lot of old friends from school these days saying that we thought he was cute back then, but didn't say anything.  This is true, but I don't remember him saying anything to me either.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for some reason we seem to be clicking now.  He is hot.  He has actually gotten better looking with age.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it is wrong, but I just don't care these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in the moonlight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-2674867838799605783?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/2674867838799605783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=2674867838799605783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/2674867838799605783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/2674867838799605783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2007/11/damn-long-time.html' title='Damn long time'/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-7927790367085983600</id><published>2007-07-27T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T10:24:54.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Energetic</title><content type='html'>I am having all of these waves of sexual energy the last few days.  I am not sure where they are coming from either.  But I get this sense  that I need to have sex right away.  Then I get all of these fantasies running through my head.  I even considered putting up an ad online for a girlfriend again.  Not sure if I will be doing that.  But I did find online these cute little boy shorts, underwear, that say " Shut up and Lick".  I wanted to buy them and my husband liked that idea.  But I have no money at the moment.  But I think I will be getting them soon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I woke up with heartburn this morning so I started drinking a soda, which usually helps.  The downside of that is the caffeine.  I get really wired and so of course my mind and my hands are moving a mile a minute.  I don't really like this feeling which is why I don't normally drink soda.  But it feels a lot better than heartburn.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I guess that is about it, since I can't seem to keep my mind on one thing.  Maybe I will be able to post something more coherent later.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in the moonlight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-7927790367085983600?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/7927790367085983600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=7927790367085983600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/7927790367085983600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/7927790367085983600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2007/07/energetic.html' title='Energetic'/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-6533747027009185310</id><published>2007-07-26T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T07:06:01.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>Well I have been having a lot of dreams lately that I actually remember.  Most of the time I don't.  I wake up refreshed and everything is just a blur from the night.  But for some reason I have been having weird dreams that don't seem to relate to anything that happened during the day.  But who knows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before last I had a weird dream where I was in my "parents" house.  I put that in quotes because it wasn't really there house they have in real life.  It was just that way in the dream.  There was some kind of party going on.  Like it was a family get together.  But none of these people were acutally in my family in real life either.  And it was a barbecue.  It was raining a  lot of the time.  And for some reason, Matthew Perry, Chandler from Friends, was there.  Now I have always thought he was really hot.  So of course I gravitated to him in the dream.  We hooked up and had sex and were making out.  But then I would wake up.  I would go to the bathroom or roll over and the dream would start again.  And the next time we were having sex on the floor in the living room.  And everyone is asleep.  Then I would wake up again.  And when I would go back to sleep Matthew and I were having sex in the pool with everyone around and they are swimming and everything.  Then I would wake up again.  And then back to the dream and this time we were having sex in the pool again, but it was raining and we were the only ones in it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said weird.  But I did wake up in a good mood.  I did have a lot of sex in the dream.  And like I said I thought he was hot.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last night I had a dream that my husband is trying to kill me.  It is a lot like the Soprano's.  They are actually in the dream.  But at the beginning my husban and I are like in college and staying in apartments next to each other because he moved out.  Then I move out of that place because I am afraid of him.  And as I am packing my car he comes out and shoots me in the head.  But I don't die.  I am able to get away.  Then he thinks I am dead and I try to come back without him recognizing me.    I had to go back and get my 2 kids, a boy and a girl.  For a while he doesn't reconginze me.  We are hanging out all the time and he doesn't realize it is me.  Then we are all watching tv with the Soprano's, and I see this look in his eye, like he knows who I am , but isn't sure.  I rush to the bathroom to get away.  I am trying to figure out a way to get to the kids and get them out.  But I don't and my husband breaks down the door and knows its me and kills me in front of my kids.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this time I woke up feeling a little less in a good mood.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in the moonlight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-6533747027009185310?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/6533747027009185310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=6533747027009185310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/6533747027009185310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/6533747027009185310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2007/07/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-1863109636633898843</id><published>2007-07-10T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T06:12:18.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am getting pretty annoyed.  My husband and I have been fighting for days now. It seems like weeks.  It might be.  I am not sure.  A lot of them are nit picky fights.  But this latest one is ridiculous to me.  Especially since I feel like I should be the one that is mad and trying to get over it.  But let me tell you the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night, I think it was Friday, my husband wanted to go out dancing. Fine, no problem.  But I warned him not to drink.  He has a problem.  Especially since he is bipolar and isn't supposed to be drinking or drinking with his meds.  It really screws him up.  Anyway I ended up staying up late.  I usually do.  I was on the internet and started surfing the porn sections I happen to have on this website.  Obviously I was in the mood for sex.  I really wanted a woman.  I always do.  But I will make do with the computer when I have to.  Although most of the time I just have to use my imagination.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my husband comes home a little early.  It is like 1:30.  I get off of the computer and see him at the door.  I ask him if he got bored and he said kind of .  I ask him if he has been drinking and he says no.   I said thats good because I am in the mood for sex, but I don't want to if you have been drinking.  He says no again and then says for me to go get ready.  I had been wearing just a tshirt and pyjama pants.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the drinking thing is a big deal for me.  My father is an alcoholic and a drug addict.  I drank too much when I was a teenager.  I had a boyfriend, before my husband, that was an alcoholic.  Get the picture.  I don't want it in my life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway we both get ready for sex.  He goes downstairs to put on some cologne.  I go upstairs to start lighting candles and put on some music.  I change into a green silk nightgown.  That kind of thing.  We get into bed and I ask him to give me a back rub.  My neck and shoulders were killing me.  Then he flips me over and rubs my chest.  I love it. He tells me this fantastic story of me getting together with one of the women from the burlesque show.  We are having a good time and we are having sex.  He leans in to kiss me and now I can smell the alcohol.  I complain that he lied to me and that I wouldn't have had sex otherwise.  But I am so close to cumming that I don't want to stop just yet.  So I cum.  Then I tell him to get off of me and that we need to talk.  He lied to me and that isn't cool. I didn't want to have sex with him if he had been drinking.  He gets pissed off and says this isn't love.  He takes his clothes and storms out and sleeps in the basement.  He tells me that he is going to stop talking to me and that I will never have sex with him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a little angry.  But not as much as he is.  I wanted to talk about things and possibly even let him finish.  But he didn't want to hear it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is days later and we are still playing these little games.  I keep trying to get over it.  I wake up and I am fine.  He goes to work and I am fine.  He comes home and he still hates me.  He refuses to talk about it civily.  He just keeps not talking to me unless it is a snide remark about whatever.  I DO NOT LIKE BEING TREATED THIS WAY!!! Especially since I should be the one that is angry about him drinking.  We have had this discussion many times over the last few years.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He even told me to ask my friends to see how fucked up the situation is.  That they would tell me that I was being a bitch.  So of course I asked them.  My girlfriends think I am right.  And I understand that he is hurt and angry that I would stop having sex only after I got off, because I was pissed with him.  But come on.  This isn't the first time we quit in the middle of sex.  Of course those times were more about it being painful for me.  And there have been times over the years that he got off before me and I couldn't finish.  Nothing is perfect.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF????!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do at this point.  I am getting more pissed off each day.  I am trying not to.  I try to let it go. Then he brings it up again.  Or tries to pick a fight.  It is possible that he is at the beginning of an episode.  But that doesn't give him the right to be an asshole or treat me like dirt.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in the moonlight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-1863109636633898843?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/1863109636633898843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=1863109636633898843&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/1863109636633898843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/1863109636633898843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-am-getting-pretty-annoyed.html' title=''/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-8942502172542486155</id><published>2007-07-06T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T10:39:41.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies on the Brain</title><content type='html'>I know I shouldn't be feeling like this but for some reason I want another child.  I feel a strong pull to have one right now.  I am sure it is just because my best friend is pregnant and so is her sister, my sister just had a baby and all of that.  I remember how hard it is to have a small baby.  And I know that I just got back some of my freedom.  I am finally able to go to a movie with the kid.  And I don't have to hold him 24/7.  But somehow I still want one.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband says no, becuase of all of the complications I had with my son.  I know I had a lot and it sucked.  I had morning sickness the whole time.  I lost 20 lbs in the beginning because I couldn't keep any food down.  I went into preterm labor at 4 months along.  I had gestational diabetes.  I continued to be in labor from 6 months along and had to be put on bed rest and drugs to stop the labor. Then I had preeclampsia at the end and had to give birth a month early.  Then my son had jaundice and had problems breathing and had to be in an oxygen chamber for the first day of his life in the NICU.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So obviously I understand mentally that there are a lot of risks and it is probably a bad idea.  But it doesn't change the feelings I have.  I also know that I could adopt or be a Nanny again.  Or something.  I just didn't think I would get these feelings again.  That I would want another one so badly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks.  I just want it to go away and be very happy with the one perfect child I have. My son is wonderful and very sweet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in the moonlight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-8942502172542486155?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/8942502172542486155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=8942502172542486155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/8942502172542486155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/8942502172542486155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2007/07/babies-on-brain.html' title='Babies on the Brain'/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-4210063159632304500</id><published>2007-07-04T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T10:46:25.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rambling</title><content type='html'>Well I know it has been forever since I posted.  But I think I have decided that this will now be my personal blog that I can pretty much write about anything and be anonymous about it.  I do have a few friends that know about this one.  But that is about it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first thing is that there is going to be a new reality show with Bret Michaels from Poison.  (mouth watering and dripping with tongue hanging out of mouth)  He is so yummy.  I know it is childish.  But I fell in love with him when I was a teenager.  And he still looks damn good.  I only hope to look so good in my 40's .  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course I have still been having tons of fantasies about women.  Sometimes I wonder if I should just become a lesbian.  But then I do like to be with men too.  I still get all hot and bothered about some men.  I guess I can just be picky.  Maybe this just happens later in life when you aren't dating anymore and you are in a marriage and still like to look.  I don't know.  Sometimes I think it is a bad idea that my husband would let me be with a woman if I wanted.  But then it hasn't happened in forever so I don't really know what the problem is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should start trying to find more friends that have more stuff in common with me.  I have several very close friends that I just adore, but I don't have any gay friends and I don't have any Pagan friends either.  So it makes it very difficult to try to go do something that involves either of those things.  Both of which are extremely important to me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess that is about it for now.  Not a whole lot going on around here right now.  I just wanted to check in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in the moonlight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-4210063159632304500?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/4210063159632304500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=4210063159632304500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/4210063159632304500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/4210063159632304500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2007/07/rambling.html' title='Rambling'/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-1139537310251192608</id><published>2007-04-27T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:31:25.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The BurlyQ Part 2 (Deaux)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BqYVwcSqbck/RjKZoaaiOcI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9hIWwHwTilk/s1600-h/tn_puk11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BqYVwcSqbck/RjKZoaaiOcI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9hIWwHwTilk/s320/tn_puk11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058274251054922178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BqYVwcSqbck/RjKZoaaiOdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2eqnaYZlv9E/s1600-h/tn_content_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BqYVwcSqbck/RjKZoaaiOdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2eqnaYZlv9E/s320/tn_content_12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058274251054922194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well let's see where I left off.  Oh yes, the mormon virgin.  Ya know I am not exactly sure what order the girls were in last night, so I will just have to write what I remember and then move on.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the next act was the "Maturbation Blues".  Done by this fantastic happy round voluptuous woman with lovely brown wavy hair.  She was wearing a red bra and this red half skirt thing.  It was open in the front.  And she was wearing black boy shorts with fishnet stockings and high heel peep toe shoes.  Oh she had a red boa that was wrapped around her shoulders.  The song was Masturbation Blues and it was too funny.  So of course she is dancing to the lyrics of the song.  Grinding back and forth on the boa.  And she had a kiss shaped tatoo on her ass.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was was a bit of a break.  There was this hostess woman, No No Nannette.  She was up next singing a weird song that was an Irish diddy.  But it was little big naughty.  And the audience would chime in on certain parts of the song.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was the blue fan dance.  This nice tall skinny girl with blonde wavy hair came out with large blue fans.  Her panties were little stings attaced to a thong and fringe wrapped around it all.  She was carefull to keep herself covered with the fans.  She lightly steps off to the side and wiggles her fan behind her.  Then she does the same thing to the other side.  At the end she swings the fans out of the way and puts them up behind her to reaveal this very pretty scroll work pasties that look like sapphire jewels on her small round breasts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I think it was the Naked Cowboy that came back up on stage.  He was wearing clothes this time.  But he was trying to look more like a woman for the part of this song that he did.  He was wearing a wife beater and daisy dukes, big round hoop earrings and that weird plastic cowboy hat.  Basically he sang the female side of a duo with the 80 year old piano man about getting crabs and how to get rid of them.  It was gross, graphic, but very funny.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I think we had intermission for a few minutes.  And we ordered dessert.  I had this yummy chocolate mouse and my husband had an apple tart.  I know this really has nothing to do with the story, but I thought we could use the break.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I almost forgot.  There was a belly dancer from Africa there too.  She was a dark skinned woman with blonde hair and thin and tall.  She came out wearing a tank style half shirt. Something like a halter top.  And she was wearing a white thong with several hip scarves over it.  There were lots of little coins and fringe and beads flying around.  She starts out with her back to the audience.  With snake like arm movements and shaking her hips back and forth.  Then she turns around with a face only a mother could love.  Her body was "Butta".  Everything "Butta" her face was great.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flapper girl came out next.  She was wearing a red flapper dress and a red feather headband.  With fishnets black bra and underwear.  She was the most inexperienced of the bunch,  So it is a little hard to remember. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was Oracle. This was 2 girls dressed in black and red bras and boyshorts that were an aerial act.  They had this big black hoop thing hanging from the ceiling that they did somewhat like a Cirque Du Soleil act.  It was fantastic and it made me want to get a hoop and attach it to my ceiling and learn something new. They also did seperate acts too.  One of them was swining around on this long piece of fabric and was wrapping her legs in it and swinging around.  Plus she could wrap herself in in somehow and then fall almost to the floor.  They were fantastic.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortuantely I am having a hard time remembering the rest of them.  I can't wait to go back and see them again though. Please leave comments and tell me what you think.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in the moonlight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-1139537310251192608?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/1139537310251192608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=1139537310251192608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/1139537310251192608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/1139537310251192608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2007/04/burlyq-part-2-deaux.html' title='The BurlyQ Part 2 (Deaux)'/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BqYVwcSqbck/RjKZoaaiOcI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9hIWwHwTilk/s72-c/tn_puk11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-4947596595693607456</id><published>2007-04-27T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:31:26.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The BurlyQ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqYVwcSqbck/RjJj8KaiOYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SXAO3Qvka0k/s1600-h/card14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqYVwcSqbck/RjJj8KaiOYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SXAO3Qvka0k/s320/card14.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058215216729438594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BqYVwcSqbck/RjJj8aaiOZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/U3DnKg5f2NA/s1600-h/martha01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BqYVwcSqbck/RjJj8aaiOZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/U3DnKg5f2NA/s320/martha01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058215221024405906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BqYVwcSqbck/RjJj8aaiOaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6rvdnY4BudA/s1600-h/modern_dixie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BqYVwcSqbck/RjJj8aaiOaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6rvdnY4BudA/s320/modern_dixie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058215221024405922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BqYVwcSqbck/RjJj8aaiObI/AAAAAAAAAAk/YhJawVhxEzI/s1600-h/rand-33.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BqYVwcSqbck/RjJj8aaiObI/AAAAAAAAAAk/YhJawVhxEzI/s320/rand-33.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058215221024405938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well hello and I know it has been a long time since I have posted here and I am sorry.  But I actually did something a lot of fun last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well today is my 5 year wedding anniversary.  So of course I wanted to go out and do something fun.  I had found out about a burlesque show in town.  And I knew that they only had shows like once a month.  So I started doing some research to find which day it was.  Just so happens it was today.  At least it was supposed to be today. So I made plans and got a sitter.(which is usually nearly impossible)  And then we found out the place they would have their show shut down.  So I was pissed.  But not totally discouraged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured it was still my anniversary and that I had a sitter so I would find something fun to do no matter what.  So yesterday I started doing a  lot more research about fun stuff to do on a Friday night in town.  I found 823 things to do.  It was a lot of stuff to go through.  A ton of it was just live bands at local bars.  And of course just going to the club to dance.  But my husband and I don't like the same kind of music or dancing.  So that was out.  But I wanted to see some kind of show.  I found some shows.  Unfortunately a lot of them were out of our price range.  But I kept looking.  And one of them was called Patsy Decline, and as I looked I thought it was a drag queen show.  I would have loved that, but my husband not so much.  So I kept looking.  This place has burlesque shows!  But not on Friday.  But I thought that is ok, we will just go to it another time. So I kept looking.  I found lots of dance lessons like the Tango and Salsa.  All of which I thought would be hot and we would have some fun and then come home and have great sex.  But the burlesque show thing was eating at me.  We had invited some friends and we all really wanted to see one. So I went back to find that place.  And lo and behold they had a show last night in just a few hours.  So I was scrambling to change my plans for the sitter and find a new one and see if everyone could go immediately.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we all hurried and we got a sitter.  Now I had to somehow make myself gorgeous in 1 1/2 hours.  I know that seems like a lot.  But my hair is longer these days and I have been setting it on rollers and looking like one of those 40's pinup girls with my hair and stuff.  And since we were going to a burlesque show I wanted to make sure I looked hot.  Thank goodness earlier in the week I had already picked out what I was going to wear for our anniversary and figured out how I wanted my hair and makeup and everything.  Plus we had to get the kid ready to go to the sitter and stay there till after his bedtime.  And my husband had just come home from work and he was tired and needed to take a shower and get ready too.  Thank the Goddess that men take so much less time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I wore a 50's inspired dress that was hotpink with orange polka dots and it had a "V" neckline and was cinched at the waist.  It was a flaired "A" line skirt to it and I was wearing a bra that put my boobs right in your face.  My hair was styled like the 40's pinup girls and I had my makeup done the same way.  With cute little pink maryjane shoes with little skulls on them.  My husband was wearing nice dark jeans with a button down black shirt with gray pinstripes and he smelled great.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off we go to the burlesque show.  And lucky for us in the future they have it every Thursday night, but with different dancers and stuff each week.  And last night was the birthday of Sally Rand the inventor of the Fan Dance.  So they were having a tribute night.  They had a total of 4 fan dances and 5 dancers that each did at least 2 dances.  We go inside and it is like this little basement bar that is done in red velvet and gold trim with very gaudy and victorian looking decor.  But oh so cool.  The stage is tiny so we are wondering how the dancers are going to be able to perform.  And of course what they are going to do.  There is this 80 year old man playing a grand piano on stage and he is dressed like a cowboy.  And surprisingly there are a lot of old people in the audience.  Almost more than people of our own age.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy  Pierre is the host and he has a fake French accent and dredsed like a cross between Elvis and Frank Sinatra.  He is totally cheesy but fun and introduces the acts and sets up the stage each time.  The first one is this little Asian girl only about 4 feet tall and she does the first dance.  She comes out wearing this little black dress with ruffles at the bottom of the skirt that hits her right at the middle of her thigh.  She is also wearing black gloves that go halfway up her arms.  And these tiny little black boots like a can can girl would wear.  She struts her stuff and does some acrobatic tricks on a chair.  She was great, but since most of the people in the audience were there for their first time we didn't hoot and hollar like we were supposed to.  So Pierre comes back out and chastises us.  Then he says we didn't earn the next dancer so we had to see this other act.  It was a guy who was nearly naked.  Wearing a plastic cowboy hat and holding an acoustic guitar.  He comes out and sings this funny song.  I can't remember what now. His look was more memorable.  And a little scary.  He was skinny with longish curly hair.  And he was hairy all over his body.  But we all clapped and were having a good time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next act was a girl who was a "morman virgin".  She was a fan dancer too and she was wearing a white corset and boa around her waist with a tail section in the back.  She was also wearing tall heels and white gloves that went halfway up her arms.  She had on an auburn long curly wig.  But she had this really big smile and she was cute.  She talks to the audience with a little poem about being a "mormon virgin".  Then the song comes on and she starts to shake and wiggle and take off her clothes a little at a time.  We all clap and hoot and hollar properly this time.  She was quite lovely and she knows how to wiggle a fan. She was wearing these cute little white sparkly pasties shaped like stars.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortuantely I don't have a lot of time right now, so I will be posting the rest of this either later today or tomorrow.  I hope you enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-4947596595693607456?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/4947596595693607456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=4947596595693607456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/4947596595693607456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/4947596595693607456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2007/04/burlyq.html' title='The BurlyQ'/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqYVwcSqbck/RjJj8KaiOYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SXAO3Qvka0k/s72-c/card14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-117081227006514626</id><published>2007-02-06T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T17:37:50.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A0CDFF" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Stripper Song Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C6E1FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsongshouldyoustriptoquiz/dancer.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/stat?id=CkIfgYlVpZA&amp;offerid=99176&amp;type=3&amp;subid=0&amp;tmpid=1826&amp;RD_PARM1=http%253A%252F%252Fphobos.apple.com%252FWebObjects%252FMZStore.woa%252Fwa%252FviewAlbum%253FselectedItemId%253D5511281%2526playListId%253D5511283%2526s%253D143441%26partnerId%3D30"&gt;She Wants to Move&lt;/a&gt; by N.E.R.D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Her off beat dance makes me fantasize&lt;br /&gt;(Her curves) She's sexy!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are 100% sex appeal. As simple as that.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsongshouldyoustriptoquiz/"&gt;What Song Should You Strip To?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-117081227006514626?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/117081227006514626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=117081227006514626&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/117081227006514626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/117081227006514626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2007/02/your-stripper-song-is-she-wants-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-116473185342721430</id><published>2006-11-28T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T08:37:33.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sex Quiz... Are You Up For It?</title><content type='html'>The Sex Quiz... Are you Up For It? &lt;br /&gt;Body: Start at 50 and add or substract points as stated for each statement that applies to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+Above 50 means you are not so good in bed..and not so fun&lt;br /&gt;--Below 50 means you are real fun and damn good in bed ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER you're done... put your name at the bottom, along with your score. (TIP: USE A CALCULATOR...THINKING...pfft!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copy this and post your own bulletin!&lt;br /&gt;Put the subject - "The sex quiz...Are you up for it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Add 10 if you are a virgin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Subtract 5 if You have had sex before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Subtract 5 more if you have had sex with more then 5 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Add 5 If you have never had oral sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Subtract 5 if you have had or performed oral sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Subtract 2 if you have had sex in a public place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Subtract 3 if you have done 69.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Add 5 If you have never had an orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Add 5 If you cant name 3 types/brands of condoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Subtract 2 if you have masturbated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Subtract 3 if you have fingered/ given a handjob to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Subtract You have never seen someone of the opposite sex naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Add 5 if you havent kissed more then 3 people [unrelated].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Add 3 if you havent been kissed in the past month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Add 2 if you have never masturbated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Add 5 if you have never seen or watched porn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Subtract 5 if you have made your own porn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Subtract 3 if you have participated in anal sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Subtract 2 if you have used lube duiring sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Add 5 If you cant remember your last perverted thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Subtract 5 if you have used sex toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Subtract 3 if you have had a perverted thought in the past hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Subtract 2 if you have kissed someone of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repost with your score listed in the title...Have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scored a 5!! I dare anyone to beat that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in the moonlight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-116473185342721430?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/116473185342721430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=116473185342721430&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/116473185342721430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/116473185342721430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/11/sex-quiz-are-you-up-for-it.html' title='The Sex Quiz... Are You Up For It?'/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-116473074786338302</id><published>2006-11-28T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T08:19:07.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Love</title><content type='html'>Well first of all I am so sorry that I haven't written in quite a while.  It has been crazy around here with Thanksgiving and all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have been thinking a lot lately about my first love.  I don't know why.  I haven't heard from him lately.  He just popped into my head one day and I haven't been able to get him out of there.  He and I of course met in while we were still in highschool.  However, we didn't go to the same school.  We didn't even live in the same state.  I was just visiting my father for the summer.  And he was the hot guy that lived across the street.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His friend and he came across the street one day and threw a note over the fence.  It gave us ( my sister and I) their names and phone number.  It asked us to call them if we wanted to get to know them.  I did.  From that day on we hung out a lot together.  But we didn't start dating for a couple of weeks.  He actually dated my sister first.  But nothing really happened betweeen them except a couple of kisses.  Then on July 4th we all went to the park to see the fireworks.  He used his jacket to put under my head so that I was comfortable.  And then he let me lay in his lap.  I was in lust from the very beginning.  He kissed me finally during the finalle (sp?) of the fireworks show.  It was magic.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent every day together.  The summer was a whirlwind of love.  It hit me like a ton of bricks just like he said it would.  When the summer was over and I had to go back across the country to live with my mom, I was very upset.  I knew I would somehow make it back there soon and go to school with him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six months later I moved out here to be with him.  We dated only briefly.  And as usual teenagers we broke up.  He was having a lot of problems at home.  His mom is an alcoholic.  He didn't want to put me through that.  Then a couple of months later we went to prom together.  I thought everything would be alright and we would be together forever.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he wasn't doing so hot in school.  His issues with his mom grew.  And he moved in with another girl from school whose parents were only slightly o.k. with it.  I was heartbroken.  A week later he married her.  Then a month after that he joined the Army.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that year I find out from his sister that he was carrying a picture of me in his pocket while waiting at the altar for his wife.  While he was in bootcamp  his wife cheated on him and got pregnant.  When he came home he filed for divorce.  It just so happened to be July 4th weekend again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we had a wonderful couple of weeks together again.  I broke up with my boyfriend at the time to be with him again.  He proposed and said that I could go to Germany later after he had been there a little while to get a place set up for us.  I would go to college there while he would be in the field most of the time.  And then after he left, distance and time got between us again.  We never seemed to have time on our side.  Circumstances always seemed to keep us apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I of course had been dating  a few months after he left.  I didn't hear from him for months at a time.  So I didn't know if he was dating or what.  Later when I was moving in with a guy for the first time I received a letter from First Love asking what happened and were we still planning on getting married.  I still wanted to regardless of the person I was seeing at the time.  But then another couple of months passed before getting any more information.  A year after he left,  he got a girl pregnant and married her.  I was devastated again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now years later I still love him.  Even though I am married.  And so is he.  He has 2 girls now.  The funny thing is that a few months ago when we found each other again, he said if things had gone the way we had planned, we definitely would have gotten married.  And lately I realize why they didn't happen the way we had planned.  He is very bad about communicating.  I email him all the time.  He rarely writes back.  That was our problem 15 years ago.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course none of this changes the fact that I am still very much in love with him.  Curiously though we never had sex.  We fooled around a lot,  But no actual sex.  He said he wanted it to be very special.  Not in the back of a car or something. He wanted there to be candlelight and music.  At the time I thougt it was sweet.  But I also wanted to jump his bones.  When we first started dating I hadn't had sex yet.  But after he had been married and then came back, I had sex plenty of times.  So I was definitely ready.  So because of all of that I long for him and yearn for him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has only been one other person whom I loved nearly as much.  And unfortunately it isn't my husband.  But I would have ,and might still, left any one I was dating to be with my first love.  He means that much to me.  But he is happy with his wife and family and I won't do anything to hurt him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in the moonlight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-116473074786338302?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/116473074786338302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=116473074786338302&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/116473074786338302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/116473074786338302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/11/first-love.html' title='First Love'/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-116272273709026380</id><published>2006-11-05T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T02:32:17.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex in Costume</title><content type='html'>I just remembered a little weird thing from over the weekend.  It was when my friends and I went out for Halloween.  We got dressed up of course and went to the bar to dance and have a good time.  Of course Halloween is my favorite holiday, partly because everyone dresses up.  I definitely don't think of it as a kids holiday.  I have even hooked up once or twice ( before I got married) with someone on Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually  this is something I want to discuss.  When I was at the bar, I of course was seeing a lot of people that had masks or makeup that totally hid what they looked like.  But the weird thing was that I was strangely attracted first to a guy dressed like Michael Myers from the movie Halloween.  Then there was a group of guys that had on white bland face masks but they were dressed up like business men with different hats, one was a fidora, a derby, and so on.  I am not exactly sure what I liked so much about the fact that I couldn't see their faces.  The funny thing is that I imagined them to be hot.  They had great bodies.  The women on the other hand were mostly wearing costumes that showed their faces and other assests.  Of course I thought some of them were hot.  But it didn't do the same thing as the men wearing masks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have any of you out there had sex with someone wearing a costume?   Or someone with a mask on?  Or someone you couldn't really see their face.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually had an experience like this before I met my husband.  I was doing this chat line thing for a while.  And I met, what I thought was a pretty decent guy.  We really hit it off.  I invited him over late one night and left the door open.  With only a little candlelight  for him to find his way to my bedroom.  It was very interesting to have sex with someone before seeing what they looked like.  To enjoy the feel of someone without seeing them.  I loved it.  ( Of course I knew , and still do, this was dangerous).  The messed up part is in the light of day neither one of us really wanted to see each other again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I remember well how much it turned me on.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in the moonlight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-116272273709026380?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/116272273709026380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=116272273709026380&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/116272273709026380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/116272273709026380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/11/sex-in-costume.html' title='Sex in Costume'/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-116272088346507211</id><published>2006-11-05T01:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T02:01:23.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/072.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/154.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/144477436_69729dfb1e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/144477436_69729dfb1e.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, just wondering how many of you out there still have crazy sex now that you are married.  Of course we all do it once in a great while.  But I guess now that I have been with my husband for almost 8 years, things have just gotten into more of the same old, same old.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started thinking about this as we were watching a movie tonight and the leading man picked up his woman and had her legs wrapped around his waist as he was carrying her to the bed.  I know that isn't really kinky or anything.  It just got me thinking about the last time my husband I did that and more.  Sadly the last time he picked me up like that was our wedding night.  I still weigh the same though, so it's not like he couldn't do it now.  He just doesn't.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that having kids also makes it difficult to get as creative sometimes.  Especially since I tend to be really vocal.  I don't want the kid to think something is wrong and try to get  in our room.  Or wake him up.  But sometimes I think now that we have a kid, shouldn't we get even more creative?  We have less time, there is the chance of getting caught.  All of the things that used to turn me on as a teenager should still work today, right?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what tricks do you have that you could share?  I really want to know.  I miss being so crazy in love and lust that all I think about is sex.  And all I want to do is sex.  And I really miss that my husband doesn't feel this way anymore.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me a story whether it is recent or not about a crazy sexy wonderful time of sex.  One that you long to remember or recreate.  I will be thinking on this one as well.  Hopefully not too long.  I can't wait to read your responses.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in the moonlight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-116272088346507211?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/116272088346507211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=116272088346507211&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/116272088346507211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/116272088346507211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/11/crazy-sex.html' title='Crazy Sex'/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-116202462532953341</id><published>2006-10-28T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T01:37:05.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="1" width="450"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="+3"&gt;You have a sexual IQ of 144&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.quizuniverse.com/brain.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to sex, you are a super genius.  You have had a lot of experience, and sex interests you so you know a lot about it.  You pride yourself on being a source of information and guidance to all of your friends.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizuniverse.com/quiz.php?id=38"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizuniverse.com"&gt;QuizUniverse.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think this one about says it all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in the moonlight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-116202462532953341?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/116202462532953341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=116202462532953341&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/116202462532953341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/116202462532953341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-have-sexual-iq-of-144-when-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-116202451205224172</id><published>2006-10-28T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T01:35:12.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="1" width="450"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="+3"&gt;Taurus&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;img src="http://img.quizuniverse.com/taurus2.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;You are very stubborn, and your withdrawn nature makes you irresistible to hotties.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;You like sex to be romantic and passionate, and you know just how to make it that way. Your partners cannot resist your spontaneous and gentle nature.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;Sex matches: Cancer, Virgo, Capricorn&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;a href="http://www.quizuniverse.com/quiz.php?id=35"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizuniverse.com"&gt;QuizUniverse.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-116202451205224172?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/116202451205224172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=116202451205224172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/116202451205224172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/116202451205224172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/10/taurus-you-are-very-stubborn-and-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-116202447260199711</id><published>2006-10-28T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T01:34:32.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table background="#FFFFFF" border="0" style="border: 1px solid black;"width="450"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;Saphire Lover will go to jail for ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Biting someone’s nipple off&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FF0000;" href="http://www.quizuniverse.com/quiz.php?id=53"&gt;'What sexual activity will you go to jail for?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizuniverse.com" style="color: #FF0000;"&gt;QuizUniverse.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-116202447260199711?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/116202447260199711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=116202447260199711&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/116202447260199711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/116202447260199711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/10/saphire-lover-will-go-to-jail-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-116202441381515706</id><published>2006-10-28T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T01:33:33.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table background="#FFFFFF" border="0" style="border: 1px solid black;"width="450"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;The porno of Saphire Lover's life will be called ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Black and Blue Erotica"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FF0000;" href="http://www.quizuniverse.com/quiz.php?id=57"&gt;'What will the porno of your life be called?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizuniverse.com" style="color: #FF0000;"&gt;QuizUniverse.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-116202441381515706?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/116202441381515706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=116202441381515706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/116202441381515706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/116202441381515706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/10/porno-of-saphire-lovers-life-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-116202435807139695</id><published>2006-10-28T01:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T01:32:38.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table background="#FFFFFF" border="0" style="border: 1px solid black;"width="450"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are flirty.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.quizuniverse.com/lips.jpg" style="border: 1px solid black;" alt="QuizUniverse.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You find it easy to attract people because you are so confident.  You also arn't bad to look at which helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FF0000;" href="http://www.quizuniverse.com/quiz.php?id=58"&gt;'What is your seduction style?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizuniverse.com" style="color: #FF0000;"&gt;QuizUniverse.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-116202435807139695?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/116202435807139695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=116202435807139695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/116202435807139695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/116202435807139695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-are-flirty.html' title=''/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-116202423724976731</id><published>2006-10-28T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T01:30:37.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="1" width="450"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="+3"&gt;Using your mouth&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizuniverse.com/result_images/shh.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your sexual hidden talent is your ability to use your mouth.  You are incredibly sensual, a great kisser and a seductive lover.  You drive all of your partners crazy with your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizuniverse.com/quiz.php?id=60"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizuniverse.com"&gt;QuizUniverse.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-116202423724976731?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/116202423724976731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=116202423724976731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/116202423724976731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/116202423724976731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/10/using-your-mouth-your-sexual-hidden.html' title=''/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-116193695603427979</id><published>2006-10-27T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T01:15:56.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/card17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/card17.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/card41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/card41.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/card14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/card14.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/card39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/card39.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, I know.  It has been forever since I posted anything.  The funny thing is that I haven't even been thinking about anything sexual much lately.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course it has cum across my mind fleetingly.  Enough so that I had to do something about it.  Especially the other night when I had a killer headache.  Having an orgasm usually helps the headache if only for a few seconds.  But at least it also helps to relax a little too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had forgotten how much I like having a shower massager.  Especially one that pulseates (sp?).  That was a nice orgasm.  Of course I don't like to have them standing up much becuase it makes me all weak in the knees.  But I am sure you know what that is like.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said not much to report.  But I thought it was rude not to put anything on here.  So I hope you like the pics I have sellected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in the moonlight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-116193695603427979?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/116193695603427979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=116193695603427979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/116193695603427979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/116193695603427979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-know-i-know-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-116089765513005984</id><published>2006-10-15T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T00:34:15.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who are you anonymous?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like having people on here that I don't recognize.  I don't mind if you visit or leave comments.  In fact I rather like it.  But I would prefer that you give yourself a code name or something.  I keep seeing comments from you.  But I don't get a sense of who you are.  Plus I have other friends of mine that don't like to log in with their real names.  But I know who they are based on their code names.  So it would be appreicated.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides I don't know if you have a sex blog either.  I don't know anything about you, but you like to read the secrets of others.  That isn't entirely fair.  You can make up any type of personality that you like.  It won't make much difference to me.  I just need an idea of the different " anonymous" people that are posting.  Or if it is just one person.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this Big, just let me know.  And if it is you.  You know you didn't have to ask about the blow job thing.  Do you not remember what they were like?  Oh well for you I guess.  Been a long time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in the moonlight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-116089765513005984?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/116089765513005984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=116089765513005984&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/116089765513005984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/116089765513005984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/10/who-are-you-anonymous-i-dont-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-116002510555681305</id><published>2006-10-04T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T22:11:45.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blow Job and Sex</title><content type='html'>Well Hello Nelly.  I finally had sex.  The funny thing is that I wasn't really in the mood when my husband came home.  But I have been obsessed about this web site project and I wanted him to help me.  He said he would help me as soon as payment was made in the form a BLOW JOB!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I had agreed to this when we first came up with the web site thing.  But now I was starting to regret it.  I am not a huge fan of going down on men.  There is the gagging thing, plus it just doesn't do much for me.  But I am VERY GOOD  at it. And I really wanted to start working on my project.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I agreed to give it a whirl.  But I had a few conditions.  He must shave and take a shower first.  There are some people out there that don't mind having sex when they are sweaty and dirty.  And if I am in the right frame of mind I don't either.  But for the most part I like people to be freshly clean when I am having sex with them.  So off to shave and then shower with me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went down on him for a while.  Actually much longer than I had anticipated.  I also have this problem with my jaw.  It is double jointed.  Which is one of the reasons that I am very good at it.  But it starts to hurt after a while.  I actually held on for over 20 min or so.  I like to have sex to music and I could gage by how many songs had played.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still wasn't really in the mood for sex myself.  But we were both naked and the kid was asleep so what the hell.  All in all we both had a good time.  And after my husband was ready to work on my project.  So Yeah!!!  I got everything I wanted and so did he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in the moonlight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-116002510555681305?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/116002510555681305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=116002510555681305&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/116002510555681305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/116002510555681305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/10/blow-job-and-sex.html' title='Blow Job and Sex'/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-115960092469819911</id><published>2006-09-30T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T00:22:04.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/3832.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/3832.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-115960092469819911?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/115960092469819911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=115960092469819911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/115960092469819911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/115960092469819911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-115943170990101626</id><published>2006-09-28T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T01:21:49.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sluggish Love Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/474179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/474179.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/482601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/482601.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/585377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/585377.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that it has been a very long time since I have posted anything.  But there really hasn't been anything to write about.  I haven't even been looking for porn much.  Only very limited and sporadic.  So I didn't know what to put down.  Sure I have been collecting more photos to post.  But sometimes it takes forever to publish them.  So I have been a little lazy where this blog has been concerned.  I have also been more interested in loftier pursuits.  More spiritual in nature.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have also been feeling neglected in the romance department as well.  My husband and I seem to be on very different pages.  When he wants to have sex, I don't and when I do, he doesn't.  Or something major comes up in my life.  Plus there were a couple of weekends when I just wasn't home.  And of course it can be a little difficult with a 3 year old always wanting attention.  So poor me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know you just want to hear the juicy stuff.  The dreams, the nasty thoughts, the fantasies.  I am of course still mostly thinking about women.  I don't fantasize about men when I want to get off.  And my husband is o.k with that.  So much so that he got me a lesbian film to watch.  But there wasn't really much of anything lesbian in it.  It was more a flirtation for bicurious women.  So then he went out and got me another movie.  This one was basically bad soft porn.  I would have preferred that it was actual porn since the plot sucked and really took you no where.  So I didn't even watch the whole thing.  And the movies that he was willing to get me that were about actual lesbian relationships, Blockbuster doesn't carry them. But oh well.  So that pretty much brings us up to date.  Sorry to disappoint.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did however get an email from this chick I "met" through an online lesbian dating service.  But she is always out of town on business.  So hopefully we will actually get to meet up in real life soon.  Her pic is very hot.  She has shoulder length wavy blonde hair and is about average size.  I can't tell what color her eyes are or anything.  But she is cute.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do think about her.  I think about calling her up when she comes home and having her come over.  Basically she shows up in a trench coat with little else on.  She takes it off and we go upstairs.  I grab her breast and cover it with my mouth and suck on her nipple.  Then she tells me that she brought some toys. Wonderful I say.  She has a strap on and does me from behind.  And for me that is about all it takes for me to get off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in the moonlight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-115943170990101626?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/115943170990101626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=115943170990101626&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/115943170990101626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/115943170990101626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/09/sluggish-love-life_28.html' title='Sluggish Love Life'/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-115847063670828134</id><published>2006-09-16T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T22:23:56.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/234161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/234161.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/353449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/353449.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/409176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/409176.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/292847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/292847.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-115847063670828134?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/115847063670828134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=115847063670828134&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/115847063670828134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/115847063670828134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-115812669488221121</id><published>2006-09-12T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T22:51:34.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/74295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/74295.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/poly-x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/poly-x.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/158035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/158035.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/58.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-115812669488221121?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/115812669488221121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=115812669488221121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/115812669488221121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/115812669488221121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-115761308397808098</id><published>2006-09-07T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T00:11:23.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/724.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/709.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/8004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/8004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/747.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/8030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/8030.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-115761308397808098?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/115761308397808098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=115761308397808098&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/115761308397808098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/115761308397808098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-115726523285274573</id><published>2006-09-02T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T23:33:52.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My aunt sent this to me and I thought it was funny and deserved to posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW TO SPEAK ABOUT WOMEN AND BE POLITICALLY CORRECT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. She is not a "BABE" or a "CHICK" -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a "BREASTED AMERICAN."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. She is not a "SCREAMER" or a "MOANER" -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is "VOCALLY APPRECIATIVE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. She is not "EASY" -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is "HORIZONTALLY ACCESSIBLE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. She is not a "DUMB BLONDE" -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a "LIGHT-HAIRED DETOUR OFF THE INFORMATION SUPERHIGHWAY."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. She has not "BEEN AROUND" -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a "PREVIOUSLY-ENJOYED COMPANION."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. She is not an "AIRHEAD" -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is "REALITY IMPAIRED."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. She does not get "DRUNK" or "TIPSY" -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gets "CHEMICALLY INCONVENIENCED."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. She does not have "BREAST IMPLANTS" -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is "MEDICALLY ENHANCED."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. She does not "NAG" you -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She becomes "VERBALLY REPETITIVE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. She is not a "TRAMP" -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is "SEXUALLY EXTROVERTED."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. She does not have "MAJOR LEAGUE HOOTERS" -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is "PECTORALLY SUPERIOR."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. She is not a "TWO-BIT HOOKER" -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a "LOW COST PROVIDER."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW TO SPEAK ABOUT MEN AND BE POLITICALLY CORRECT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He does not have a "BEER GUT" -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has developed a "LIQUID GRAIN STORAGE FACILITY."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. He is not a "BAD DANCER" -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is "OVERLY CAUCASIAN."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. He does not "GET LOST ALL THE TIME" -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He "INVESTIGATES ALTERNATIVE DESTINATIONS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 He is not "BALDING" -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is in "FOLLICLE REGRESSION."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. He is not a "CRADLE ROBBER" -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He prefers "GENERATIONAL DIFFERENTIAL RELATIONSHIPS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. He does not get "FALLING-DOWN DRUNK" -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He becomes "ACCIDENTALLY HORIZONTAL."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. He does not act like a "TOTAL ASS" -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He develops a case of "RECTAL-CRANIAL INVERSION."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. He is not a "MALE CHAUVINIST PIG" -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has "SWINE EMPATHY."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. He is not afraid of "COMMITMENT" -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is "RELATIONSHIP CHALLENGED."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. He is not "HORNY" -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is "SEXUALLY FOCUSED."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. It's not his "CRACK" you see hanging out of his pants -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's "REAR CLEAVAGE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-115726523285274573?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/115726523285274573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=115726523285274573&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/115726523285274573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/115726523285274573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-aunt-sent-this-to-me-and-i-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-115657735119868613</id><published>2006-08-26T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T00:29:11.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Find Me a Lesbian Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/100758079_93a2003c05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/100758079_93a2003c05.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.K. so I know that you really shouldn't do this kind of thing if you are married.  But I actually have permission.  I have been looking for a lesbian lover online.  I haven't had much luck lately.  I have received a few emails.  But the biggest problem of course is that you really have to pay for a "PREMIUM MEMBERSHIP"  if you want to be able to contact anyone of real interest.  Which is also why I only have a few emails.  A lot of the ones that I find attractive don't or won't pay for it either.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of course there is craigslist.  Which is free.  But you get a whole different problem there.  Most people don't want to post a pic.  And the few that do are dogs.  I tend to be kind of picky about the ones I like.  At least I feel like I am.  I have diverse tastes.  But I like them to be drop dead gorgeous to me.  Another problem is the men who like to pretend they are women so they can try to hook up with you.  But you can always tell when it is a man.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what am I to do?  I am not in the gay scene anymore.  And right now I am the only one of my friends that is remotely interested in a female relationship.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't get women out of my head.  They are beautiful.  They are curvaceous.  They are sensual.  They love to talk for hours.  And I love breasts as much as a man.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in the moonlight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-115657735119868613?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/115657735119868613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=115657735119868613&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/115657735119868613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/115657735119868613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/08/find-me-lesbian-love.html' title='Find Me a Lesbian Love'/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-115640399534629134</id><published>2006-08-24T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T00:19:55.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taboo People</title><content type='html'>Well I think the most taboo would have to be married men.  I have slept with two different married men at very different times in my life and several years apart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; With one of them we worked at the same place and technically I was his boss.  But he made the moves first.  We will call him Jay.  We would flirt a lot back and forth.  But nothing happened for over a year.  Then one day when he was working late and I had nothing to do, I went up to work to see him.  We made out a little and he sent tingles down my spine.  He was a fabulous kisser and I thought that sex with him would be phenomenal (sp?).  But when we fianally had sex it was awful.  First he was a little small.  Not that that is the end of the world.  There are ways to make up for it.  The funny thing is that his wife wouldn't have sex with him because it was painful.  She had a lot of medical issues.  So I don't know if the reason he was bad in bed, was because he was feeling guilty or what.  But it sucked.  We never had sex again after that.  We just stay friends for a few months after that.  Then another night he calls me and we hang out for a little while. We made out again.  And I thought about giving him a second chance.  But at that time I was a live in nanny.  So we couldn't do it at my place or his.  I am sure it was all for the best.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other married man I was with a few years later was with this guy who looks a lot like Toby Keith the singer.  So we will call him Toby.  Anyway I was friends with his wife first.  She and I went to college together.  And at the time I didn't have a car, so she would pick me up on the way to school sometimes.  They also had a 3 year old son.  And sometimes she needed a sitter. So I would go over to their house to watch the kid.  And so I met her husband , Toby.  I thought he was hot and even told her so.  But he was a little quiet and when he did talk he was obnoxious.  One day I called her house to talk to her and she was out.  I asked him to take a message and he asked why he couldn't talk to me for a little while.  I said because I hardly know you.  He said aren't we friends.  And I said I guess.  So we started chatting.  He asked me quickly if we could all have  3some.  She had told him that I was bi.  I said no.  I wasn't really interested in the package deal.  Somehow we ended up flirting.  And would get to know each other kinda well over a couple of months.  There were even times when I would stay at their house overnight since she and I had class early in the morning.  And when she wasn't looking I would flirt with him and really want to kiss him.  Eventually one day when he got off work early he came to my house.  We had sex.  And it was awful too.  Later he told me that he had cheated on his wife with her ex best friend a long time ago.  And I thought he and I both were total losers.  But at the time I thought I was in love with him.  I wanted to make a family with him.  Hell I was willing to have a 3some to make it all o.k.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end I didn't like myself very much.  I knew it was wrong.  And since the sex sucked anyway, I wasn't going to do it again.  So it was taboo, but not fun.  Just a huge disappointment.  &lt;br /&gt;I am sure there are other taboo people I have been with, but I can't think who would be worse.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in the moonlight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-115640399534629134?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/115640399534629134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=115640399534629134&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/115640399534629134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/115640399534629134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/08/taboo-people.html' title='Taboo People'/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-115631609559240157</id><published>2006-08-22T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T13:19:44.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taboo Sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/95576102_a4fa998d3e.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/95576102_a4fa998d3e.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have had a friend give me a topic.  The most taboo thing or person that I have ever done.  But there is a problem with that.  I am not sure which story would be the most taboo.  So I will give you a couple and you can decide for yourselves.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I had to guess I would have to say having sex in a church on Easter Sunday was probably the most blasphemous.  It was with this guy I was with in highschool.  We had been together off and on for almost a year.  And we had intended on getting married right after I graduated.  For some reason with him, I was very uninhibbited.  We would have sex everywhere.  And since we were teenagers, we were horny as hell.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this particular day we were dressed up and going to his family church.  It was Lutheran.  We had been going together for awhile.  We went to youth group together too.  So my boyfriend knew the layout of the church very well.  It was Easter and we went to services.  But his mom was in choir so we had to stay for the rest of the services that day.  Of course we wanted to slam each other right there in the pew, but I have a little more class than that.  I of course was wearing a dress( easy access).  And since we were bored we went walking around the church for some place quiet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we chose the youth group room.  There were sofas and bean bag chairs and pillows everywhere.  Made just to make teenagers comfortable.  And boy did they.  We had sex all over that room.  But mostly on the couch with me bent over the arm and him slamming me from behind.  We heard someone coming and opening the door.  So we quickly ended things. But I wanted to cum some more.  And my boyfriend just wanted to finish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wandered around a bit more.  And came to an empty room.  It was still in the process of construction.  There was only plywood everywhere.  No drywall or anything. And there was a large window.  But because it was Easter, we were both dressed very nicely.  We didn't want our clothes to get messed up so everyone would know what we had been doing.  So I was on my back in a way.  I was on my hands and feet.  More like being a crab without trying to walk that way.  And my boyfriend was on top and being very careful not to push me into the floor.  Unfortunately I am a very vocal person.  And people outside could hear me.  We were on the far side of the church so no one inside could hear.  Mostly because there was a service going on with the singing.  But the funny thing about it is this.  When we were finished you could clearly see two handprints on the floor.  Mine.  And when we would go back to the church before that room was finished, we could see the handprints every time.  It was a nice reminder.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are other stories, some that are close to hallowed ground.  But no more inside a church.  At least that I can recall at this time.  But be sure to ask me about other stories.  Like the times in the different parks, or the time in the teepee.  I will write more later.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in the moonlight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-115631609559240157?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/115631609559240157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=115631609559240157&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/115631609559240157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/115631609559240157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/08/taboo-sex.html' title='Taboo Sex'/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-115598016759075805</id><published>2006-08-19T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T02:36:07.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Orgy in Our Heads</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/showerfun.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/showerfun.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/162428235_5df065ac93.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/162428235_5df065ac93.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/183802960_1f99d2e2b8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/183802960_1f99d2e2b8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well tonight we had great sex.  Originally I thought we might.  But then I get a call from the girls changing our night out to tonight.  We were supposed to go out tomorrow night for our friends birthday.  But she could only get a sitter for tonight.  And as my friend is on the phone my husband pulls me over to him.  Makes me sit on his lap.  Then he proceeds to play with my tits.  Then he pinches my nipple making me yelp just a little.  I am aking him to quit because I am on the phone.  I tell my friend that he wants to have sex and she said I better do it now before we go out.  And as she says this, he grabs my crotch.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I quickly get off the phone.  But he is on call tonight for work.  And he gets a call.  So I decide to go upstairs and take a shower and start to get ready.  I am washing my hair and then I hear him come upstairs.  So I asked him if he wanted to take a shower with me.  I was pretty much done.  I just wanted him in there with me to make his cock get hard by lathering him up.  He said no.  But then he was naked and in the shower with me.  We are having a good time and considering having sex in the shower.  But these days I feel like I am too old sometimes.  I wish there were grab rails in the shower to make it easier.  It is just too slippery in there.  Plus I really like it when I am cumming when I don't have to hold my body up.  I prefer to let go entirely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we get out and dry off a little.  My husband goes into our room and puts some Depeche Mode on and turns off the lights.  And since last time we had sex I had danced for him I wanted to know what he was going to do for me tonight.  He started to dance, but he is no Chippendale.  So I said he didn't have to dance, just do something nice.  Like lots and lots of foreplay.  He agreed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he began to touch me some more on my breasts and lightly pinching my nipples.  Kissing me on my neck.  And then running his hands between my thighs.  He lingers with one finger on my clit and a couple of others around my wet mound.  Then I asked him to tell me a story tonight.  We started fantasizing about having an orgy with only women around us.  Going to a sex club and ordering anyone we wanted.  Even having an audition with a couple of them going down on me for just a couple of minutes.  Then proceeding to a room with a stage and stripper poles.  A gigantic shower with many shower heads.  A couple of couches.  And the biggest bed you have ever seen with mirrors above and the mattress vibrates.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of them danced.  Others pleasured only me.  My husband is pounding away on me.  With one woman behind him stroking his balls.  I can feel her fingernails graze me.  I have other women  carressing and licking my breasts.  And one licking my clit.  It all feels so good I am in heaven.  And in an explosion of exctacy we both cum.  Then we continue the fantasy and lay in each others arms and wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in the moonlight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-115598016759075805?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/115598016759075805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=115598016759075805&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/115598016759075805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/115598016759075805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/08/orgy-in-our-heads.html' title='An Orgy in Our Heads'/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-115580638967635833</id><published>2006-08-17T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T02:19:49.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex And Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/160457123_7c355d8517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/160457123_7c355d8517.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/167984164_3c866524d8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/167984164_3c866524d8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I haven't had a lot of ideas lately, but Vanilla gave me one when I checked out his site.  Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said that you really wanted to try sex in the pool.  Well from experience I would have to say that it can be lovely or so fucking hot as to blow your mind.  I have had sex with a few different lovers in pools and hot tubs.  So I will give you a taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I have to say that I love to swim and have always been drawn to the water.  I can spend hours there, even by myself.With Big we were at this apartment complex pool.  Big and I were just playing in the pool.  There were other people there part of the time.  Including kids.  But I usually don't really care and just go about my business.  Big went down on me in the pool as well.  For that I have to say bravo, great skills in holding your breath.  But we were also wrestling around and just having a good time swimming.  It is a sensual thing to be practically weightless and free floating.  You can get into postions that are normally quite difficult.  And of course there are the water jets that can sometimes be so cleverly located.  Big would kiss me and wrap his arms and legs around me.  We would just make out forever.  Then he would slip behind me and thrust his cock into me as he slid my swimsuit to the side.  And since there are already waves in the pool from the kids playing, No one was the wiser.  At least from my perspective.  But that could also be wishful thinking, because I didn't really want to get caught.  But at the same time I kind of did.  I have always liked having sex in public places.  The thrill of it sends shivers down me.  And as Big would be lifting me and rocking me back and forth he would have one hand on my clit bringing me close to orgasm.  And then I would want to scream.  I have always been very vocal.  But with people being that close I would have to stifle it.  It was difficult and I am sure the faces I had would definitely give me away.  But I didn't care.  I wanted to cum over and over.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there were the times with my husband before we married.  There are some hotsprings nearby.  And on occasion we would go to the mountains and go to the pools.  They also had private rooms with a hot tub like area, but much hotter than a commercial tub.  There we could get totally naked and worship each other in the steam.  But unfortunately for me it was too hot.  So we would go back to the pool to "cool off".  And as other times in other types of pools we would do much of the same.  But there were more adults. and mostly couples.  It was as warm as taking a hot bath.  You could float so much more easily.  And the steam rising was not just from the water.  My husband and I would usually choose a corner of the pool area.  It had a convienently located jet. And above the pool were jungle type plants and flowers.  And in the evening you could see the stars because of the skylight.  It was peaceful and intense.  We would face each other and just kiss and run our hands and arms around each other.  I would rub his cock gently and first and then increase the pressure and intensity.  I wanted him hard so he could penetrate me deeply.  I would just take off my swimsuit bottoms and keep them around my ankle.  I would slip him inside me and rock gently back and forth.  All the while kissing. The other couples looked as though they were doing the same thing.  And sometimes we would leave the "safety" of the corner and venture out to the middle of the pool still connected.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about all of this definitely makes me want to relive old memories.  Thanks Vanilla.  &lt;br /&gt;See you in the moonlight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-115580638967635833?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/115580638967635833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=115580638967635833&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/115580638967635833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/115580638967635833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/08/sex-and-water.html' title='Sex And Water'/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-115570372049542023</id><published>2006-08-15T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T21:48:40.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/92508114_8673dcb910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/92508114_8673dcb910.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/210337445_428b2f7358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/210337445_428b2f7358.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/211027254_b7814e9ba6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/211027254_b7814e9ba6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well hello blog world.  Sorry that I haven't posted anything in quite a while.  I really haven't had anything to write about.  Nothing spectacular or even so-so to write about sexually.  I have had a lot to say about my hum drum life though.  And if you know me well, then you have read everything there is to know at the moment.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as always I do like to leave you with at least a bit of visual to hold you over.  And since I haven't been doing anything much in my own life lately I was hoping there would be someone to give me a topic to write about.  I don't really seem to have any stories running through my head.  I am not much of a writer of fiction.  So I have always written about mostly true events.  There were a couple of stories I threw in for those of you who asked.  But since I have never been very good at story telling, I don't think they went over very well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do miss you guys though and would appreciate some comments from your own lives.  Or even some questions.  &lt;br /&gt;Anyway I will let you get back to your jacking off.  Have a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in the moonlight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-115570372049542023?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/115570372049542023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=115570372049542023&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/115570372049542023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/115570372049542023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/08/well-hello-blog-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-115484608332684728</id><published>2006-08-05T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T23:34:43.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Punk Rock Girlz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1623/2422/1600/tn_content_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1623/2422/320/tn_content_12.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1623/2422/1600/tn_content_13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1623/2422/320/tn_content_13.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1623/2422/1600/tn_puk18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1623/2422/320/tn_puk18.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1623/2422/1600/tn_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1623/2422/320/tn_03.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-115484608332684728?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/115484608332684728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=115484608332684728&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/115484608332684728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/115484608332684728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/08/punk-rock-girlz.html' title='Punk Rock Girlz'/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-115419879555294627</id><published>2006-07-29T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T11:46:35.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/93924246_fe41199470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/93924246_fe41199470.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a question Pasties or Not?  Do you like them or hate them?  And can you do any tricks with the ones that have tassels?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-115419879555294627?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/115419879555294627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=115419879555294627&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/115419879555294627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/115419879555294627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/07/here-is-question-pasties-or-not-do-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-115419790876191761</id><published>2006-07-29T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T11:52:55.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/112_6458_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/112_6458_big.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for Friday.  I first got up early to finish cleaning up the main floor of the house.  I put all of D's. toys away and vacuumed the living room, then I swept and mopped.  And finally did the dishes.  Then I had to get D and myself ready for the day. At around 10:30 a.m.  one of my client's came over for a haircut.  After that we got to lounge around the house a little.  I called my husband at work right before he got off to tell him I needed my man.  I just wanted him to get the point.  So when he walked in the door I told him to shower and shave and smell nice because I wanted sex.  He complied.  And D was taking a nap.  So off we went to our love nest. I tried out some of my belly dancing moves and he definitely liked it.  It was quick but nice.  Later we got ready to go to the mall playground by our house with the dinosaurs.  By the time I got home I had a message from one of my friends that it was girls night out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So of course I had to find something to wear and take a shower and get ready.  I wore tight capri jeans with a purple tank top and a black short sleeve shrug.  And with the bra I was wearing, I wish I would have had a camera to take a picture.  It would have been perfect to post on here.  Plus I wore my favorite black high heel boots. Which a friend of mine last night called stripper boots.  They aren't real comfortable, but they look fantastic, plus they make me really tall.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls wanted to go to this really big country bar that is kind of close by.  I was fine with that, but when we got there it was dead.  Granted we got there kind of early at 9:30, but it didn't get that much busier even by 11:30.  We played pool and talked and the others drank.  As I am always the Designated Driver.  We were all bored and thought it was a better idea to go somewhere else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on to the next bar, and with that we lost a couple of the people we had been hanging out with.  And since they didn't have a cell phone we couldn't find them.  And when we got to the next bar, it was totally packed with a line out the door and nowhere to park.  I am sure it would have been fun, but  we weren't going to waste our time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we all figured on going downtown to see what would be fun.  We wanted to go to the Cowboy Lounge and downtown is a terrible place to park.  But I figured even if this bar doesn't work out there are a ton of other ones close by.  We ended up &lt;br /&gt;there and thank goodness there is never a cover there.  We have only been there one other time.  But we had a great time then too.  They always play good music and the place is crowded.  And it is the place we went when one of our friends hooked up with the guy she is with now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway one of the best things about the whole night is when we left.  We get outside and the Real World Cast is walking down the street.  There are tons of cops and the street is blocked off.  We couldn't see all of the people on the show, just a couple of black guys, one wearing a short sleeve white polo top and jeans.  We wanted to throw something at them or get there attention somehow, but we didn't want to do anything stupid.  There had to have been at least 20 cop cars around.  It was kind of nuts since they weren't really doing anything.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am going to guess that the rest of the weekend will be kind of quiet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in the moonlight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-115419790876191761?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/115419790876191761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=115419790876191761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/115419790876191761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/115419790876191761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/07/and-now-for-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-115380304997311219</id><published>2006-07-24T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T21:51:43.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Light District</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/164100869_cb4d8c0fc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/164100869_cb4d8c0fc1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/196959172_f03a283794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/196959172_f03a283794.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/153499235_5fdf515cd0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/153499235_5fdf515cd0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/153499566_1b958961a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/153499566_1b958961a1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-115380304997311219?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/115380304997311219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=115380304997311219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/115380304997311219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/115380304997311219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/07/red-light-district.html' title='Red Light District'/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-115369634521670736</id><published>2006-07-23T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T16:13:46.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nudes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/nude_1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/nude_1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/nude_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/nude_10.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/nude_13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/nude_13.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/nude_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/nude_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-115369634521670736?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/115369634521670736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=115369634521670736&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/115369634521670736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/115369634521670736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/07/nudes.html' title='Nudes'/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-115369609221487221</id><published>2006-07-23T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T16:08:12.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Images of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/love10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/love10.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/love5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/love5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/love1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/love1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/love7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/love7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-115369609221487221?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/115369609221487221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=115369609221487221&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/115369609221487221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/115369609221487221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/07/images-of-love.html' title='Images of Love'/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-115363345488333036</id><published>2006-07-22T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T22:44:14.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Pics I Like to Look At</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1623/2422/1600/isobel2s022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1623/2422/320/isobel2s022.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1623/2422/1600/nude_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1623/2422/320/nude_5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1623/2422/1600/0420fnudes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1623/2422/320/0420fnudes.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1623/2422/1600/108076922_97b7c7aa43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1623/2422/320/108076922_97b7c7aa43.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1623/2422/1600/love7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1623/2422/320/love7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-115363345488333036?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/115363345488333036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=115363345488333036&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/115363345488333036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/115363345488333036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/07/some-pics-i-like-to-look-at.html' title='Some Pics I Like to Look At'/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-115277449334679562</id><published>2006-07-12T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T00:08:13.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/UTEnt8O7VA511wrSh0jfnRLCHpaz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/UTEnt8O7VA511wrSh0jfnRLCHpaz.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well since I haven't really posted much lately, I will just tell you a little bit about what I did last night. First my husband came home from work and we were flirting a bit.  We joked about having sex and played around a little and then he said he was going to take a shower.  But when he went downstairs I decided that it might be a good idea to have sex.  So we went upstairs and had a good time.  And lucky for us the kid was taking a nap.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I had a night out with the girls.  And of course to go out meant that I was going to get dressed up.  So I had to take another shower to smell and look good.  But mostly the only thing I have to say is the way I looked and felt when I finally got ready.  My husband bought me a new pair of boots.  They are black and knee high with studs all around the bottom edge, and they have a nice silver buckle on the side.  I wore tight jeans that were cropped with a black filmy see through blouse.  The blouse has silver pinstripes and a bow in the center. And since it is see through I wore a tight low cut black tank top underneath.  The whole look was a little Sex and the City and a little biker chick.  I love the boots the most.  They have 4 inch heals so I ended up being about 5'7".  I felt sexy and hot.  I actually wanted my husband to go to the bar so we could dance a little and have a good time.  Oh, well, someone has to take care of the kid.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I showed up to the bar, all of our friends were already there.  So I did the rounds and hugged everyone.  And  a couple of my friends said they didn't recognize me at first.  It was the boots, I'm sure.  One of our friends had a new guy with her and at one point he was asking who could swing dance.  Luckily for me I can.  At least a little.  So he swung me around on the dance floor and I had a blast.  Up to the point of the bar closing the night was great.  But there was a full moon out and I ended up fighting with one of my friends.  That is about it for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in the moonlight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-115277449334679562?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/115277449334679562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=115277449334679562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/115277449334679562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/115277449334679562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/07/last-night.html' title='Last Night'/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-115190299589433034</id><published>2006-07-02T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T22:03:15.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh, Natural Beauty!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/th_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/th_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/cosy_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/cosy_004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-115190299589433034?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/115190299589433034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=115190299589433034&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/115190299589433034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/115190299589433034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/07/ahh-natural-beauty.html' title='Ahh, Natural Beauty!'/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-115144047561050349</id><published>2006-06-27T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T13:34:35.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/164548955_702b731ca1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/164548955_702b731ca1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Vanilla where are you?  Hey where did you go?  I have been checking your site every day and there is nothing new. What is up with that?  Even when you are not  having sex you usually post something.  Are you not in the mood lately or what?  I have been missing you.  I miss our witty banter.  I know I have posted this stuff before.  And I get back from my trip and you are missing.  I haven't had all that much to say either lately.  But I at least try to give some good visuals here.  Please post soon if only to say hi.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now that I have said my peace.  I am going to give you the short version of the sex I finally had yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been quite horny as of late.  I have been looking at a lot of porn and downloading quite a few pics.  Some are really beautiful to look at and those are the ones that I post on my site.  There are plenty of raunchy ones out there that I look at too, but I am not wanting that kind of thing here.  I want people to look at this site and say that it is beautiful and sexy.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I was taking a shower yesterday right as my husband got home from work.  I get out and ask him to come upstairs. He had a little grin on his face and I asked hime why.  He said because I asked him to cum upstairs and that I was half naked.  I said if I wanted you I would just be fully naked.  So I dropped the towel.  I told him to guess what I have been fantasizing about lately and he said Anal?  I said yes.  And for me this is a little odd.  I have had anal sex before and I really didn't like it.  But for some reason I have been looking at a lot of anal porn lately.  So I thought I would start to give it a try.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a couple of vibrators, but I wanted a little bit of story from my husband first.  He is good at telling stories off the cuff and giving good visuals.  So he starts to tell me about a woman who is into asses.  And she whistles at me on the street and gives me her number.  So a day later I am fantasizing about her and fiddling myself and I call her. She tells me to stop and she will be right over.  Of course the whole time my husband is playing with me and getting me hot.  And he can't stand it anymore and shoves his throbbing cock inside me.  At first I didn't want to because I wanted this to last a long time.  But I wanted  to cum too.  He felt so good inside me.  Then he put one of the vibrators in my ass.  He could feel it buzzing inside me.  I was already so close to cumming.  Then he couldn't take it anymore and came first.  Unfortunately for me, it is just his medication, but he stuck in there to make me cum too.  I wanted him to fist me.  But I am too tight.  He can only shove four finger inside my dripping cunt.  But it felt fabulous.  I wanted him to just pound me as hard as he could.   He continued to tell the story of the woman at my house fucking me in the ass with a strapon.  He is whispering in my ear then sucking on my tits and ramming me with his fist.  Finally I just let go in a scream of extacy.  We laid in bed spooning and cuddling.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't wanted sex like this in a really long time.  I guess I am turning into a freak again.  And we both like it.  Now if we could only get our libidos to be on the same level.  Our sex life will be explosive.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in the moonlight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-115144047561050349?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/115144047561050349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=115144047561050349&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/115144047561050349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/115144047561050349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/06/mr.html' title=''/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-115101615231687551</id><published>2006-06-22T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T15:42:32.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dripping with Desire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1623/2422/1600/0476fnudes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1623/2422/320/0476fnudes.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-115101615231687551?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/115101615231687551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=115101615231687551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/115101615231687551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/115101615231687551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/06/dripping-with-desire.html' title='Dripping with Desire'/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-115082871032108647</id><published>2006-06-20T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T11:38:30.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Visual Stimulation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/e6bda_308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/e6bda_308.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/a6ddg_308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/a6ddg_308.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/s6eaj_308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/s6eaj_308.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/s6ged_308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/s6ged_308.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Ok what is up with everyone.  I know my posts of the last couple of days haven't exactly been about sex.  But I'm still not getting any.  So I guess I will post a few pics and maybe that will make everyone happy.  And Vanilla, what happened to your site?  I haven't seen any new posts or comments from you lately either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-115082871032108647?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/115082871032108647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=115082871032108647&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/115082871032108647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/115082871032108647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/06/some-visual-stimulation.html' title='Some Visual Stimulation'/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-115074289870535163</id><published>2006-06-19T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T11:48:18.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is a relationship potential reading. &lt;br /&gt; SECTION I:  How My first love Relates to Other People&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venus Sextile Uranus with an orb of less than 1 degree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     There is nothing humdrum about the way that you love. You have a flair for the unusual and the creative and are drawn to those who shun the conventional. You shy away from those who tend to be over-possessive. Your love affairs are also wonderful friendships. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun Square Jupiter with an orb between 3 and 5 degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Sometimes you suffer from an excess of enthusiasm and plunge into relationships and projects without seriously considering beforehand the viability of the situation. You are kind, honest and good-humored. Sometimes you're also a show-off or a know-it-all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun Trine Saturn with an orb between 3 and 5 degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     You are serious, responsible, well-organized and protective. You take care of the people to whom you are close and see to it that their practical needs are attended to. For you a relationship is successful when it falls into a comfortable, pleasant routine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SECTION II:  How Saphirelover Relates to Other People&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venus Square Saturn with an orb between 1 and 3 degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Since you were a child you have felt you could not just be yourself and be loved. You had to earn your love in some way by being or doing something special. You are far more self-protective than most people realize. Your best love partners are also work partners. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun SemiSquare Saturn with an orb of less than 1 degree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Your self-esteem is based less upon what you are in your own or others' eyes than on what you do. You may become so compulsive about achievement that you cannot relax into a warm, enduring relationship until you have achieved some success in your career. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venus Trine Neptune with an orb between 3 and 5 degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     However cool or cynical you may appear to be externally, you are extraordinarily sensitive and romantic. You are gentle and artistic and would rather do without a relationship than be part of one which does not measure up to your highest ideals of love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-115074289870535163?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/115074289870535163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=115074289870535163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/115074289870535163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/115074289870535163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-is-relationship-potential-reading.html' title=''/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-115074231355264547</id><published>2006-06-19T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T11:38:33.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is a couples reading from me and my first love.  I never really thought of us quite this way, but we really were like this.  And we are still friends.  &lt;br /&gt; Part 1: Planets and Aspects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun Conjunct Mercury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your relationship may not be so much an emotional relationship as it is an intellectual one. Yours is perhaps a relationship where you can exchange thoughts and ideas, study, research, spend hours in conversation and enjoy mental stimulation rather than physical. For you, sex takes place mentally rather than physically. Rather than having an emotional rapport, you may be more detached and logical in your relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your conversations will be excellent and since you have so much in common, you probably think the same ways about life in general. You will have no trouble understanding what the other person is talking about. There are very meaningful discussions indicated here and should you be involved in creative or business ventures together, then this aspect is an added boost for the conception of new ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can feel very close to each other with this aspect, without feeling vulnerable, and doing your "own thing" will be a prerequisite for the two of you. Trips and travel, whether local or long distance, are also part of this aspect. Sitting still may be difficult for you both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun Trine Neptune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This aspect suggests that this will probably be a very strong platonic relationship. It will be filled with spiritual, metaphysical, intuitive and psychic energy that only the two of you understand. You will be able to very strongly sense each other's presence and you are able to tune into what the other person is thinking, even if you are not together. If either of you haven't considered the spiritual or psychic realms before, then you will with this aspect. People will view you as having your heads in the clouds, impervious to what is going on around you. This is the only danger because eventually you are going to have to come back down to earth and deal with reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People around you will not see yours as a realistic relationship. They will view it as very impractical. Humanitarian and charitable acts as well as generosity for people less fortunate will serve to rebuild your lives in very special ways. You will do things you have never dreamed about before. Long distance travel together for pleasure, meditation, spiritual quests or for just being plain lazy are all effects of this aspect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let a lack of concern for material affairs keep you from doing your worldly duties. As long as we are on this planet, we do have earthly responsibilities that we must address. Avoiding these responsibilities will only bring trouble in the long run. Don't go looking for trouble - it will find you quick enough by itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-115074231355264547?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/115074231355264547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=115074231355264547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/115074231355264547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/115074231355264547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-is-couples-reading-from-me-and-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-115064633907309362</id><published>2006-06-18T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T08:58:59.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Were...</title><content type='html'>If I Were...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a month, I would be: October(I love the fall and Halloween!!)&lt;br /&gt;If I were a day of the week, I would be: Saturday(when I am not working)&lt;br /&gt;If I were a time of day, I would be: midnight&lt;br /&gt;If I were a sea animal, I would be: Sea Turtle&lt;br /&gt;If I were a direction, I would be: true North&lt;br /&gt;If I were a sin, I would be: Lust&lt;br /&gt;If I were a historical figure I would be: Cleopatra&lt;br /&gt;If I were a planet, I would be: Venus&lt;br /&gt;If I were a liquid, I would be: mercury&lt;br /&gt;If I were a stone, I would be: Lapis&lt;br /&gt;If I were a tree, I would be: an oak&lt;br /&gt;If I were a bird, I would be: a flamingo&lt;br /&gt;If I were a flower/plant, I would be: a gardenia&lt;br /&gt;If I were a kind of weather, I'd be: a tornado&lt;br /&gt;If I were a mythical creature, I'd be: a Unicorn&lt;br /&gt;If I were a musical instrument, I would be: a flute&lt;br /&gt;If I were an animal, I would be: dolphin&lt;br /&gt;If I were an emotion, I would be: Love&lt;br /&gt;If I were a vegetable, I would be: broccoli&lt;br /&gt;If I were a sound, I would be: a moan&lt;br /&gt;If I were an element, I would be: water&lt;br /&gt;If I were a song, I would be: Fumbling Towards Ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;If I were a movie, I would be: Tank Girl&lt;br /&gt;If I were a book, I'd be: "Wicked"&lt;br /&gt;If I were a food, I would be: dark chocolate&lt;br /&gt;If I were a place, I would be: a small waterfall coming down the mountainside&lt;br /&gt;If I were a taste, I would be: sweet&lt;br /&gt;If I were a scent, I would be: jasmine&lt;br /&gt;If I were a religion, I would be: pagan&lt;br /&gt;If I were a word, I would be: fantasy&lt;br /&gt;If I were a body part, I would be: that little spot just beside your pelvic bone, the smooth part&lt;br /&gt;If I were a facial expression, I would be: a smile&lt;br /&gt;If I were a subject in school, I would be: painting&lt;br /&gt;If I were a cartoon character, I'd be: Eyeore&lt;br /&gt;If I were a shape, I would be: an ellipse&lt;br /&gt;If I were a number, I would be: 8&lt;br /&gt;If I were a piece of jewelery, I would be: a silver cuff bracelet&lt;br /&gt;If I were a piece of furniture, I would be: an oversized big comfy chair&lt;br /&gt;If I were a car, I would be: '57 corvette in cobalt blue&lt;br /&gt;If I were an item of clothing, I'd be: a glamourous silk dress from the 1940's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to play the game copy and put it on your own site, or just put your answers in the comments.  I hope this gives you some insight into my personality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-115064633907309362?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/115064633907309362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=115064633907309362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/115064633907309362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/115064633907309362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/06/if-i-were.html' title='If I Were...'/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-114967346364813146</id><published>2006-06-07T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T02:44:23.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anon, answer me this</title><content type='html'>Anon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to start calling you Mr. Big since there is another anonymous signing in once in a while. Unless you don't like the nickname.  If you don't choose another one and we will use that one.  I know you and I had some back in the day, but I was trying to protect your identity.  As with all of my visitors and friends.   But I had some comments on some other pages and you haven't responded.  So please answer here.&lt;br /&gt;Anon,&lt;br /&gt;Hey why don't you put the names of the people and their rank in your top 10 list. And I think I will start calling you Mr. Big, it will cut down on the confusion, I have another anonymous posting. Unless you want to be called by some other name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in the moonlight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-114967346364813146?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/114967346364813146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=114967346364813146&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114967346364813146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114967346364813146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/06/anon-answer-me-this.html' title='Anon, answer me this'/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-114962862547695131</id><published>2006-06-06T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T14:17:05.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going on Vacation</title><content type='html'>I am sorry to notice that you guys have not liked the astrology stuff I posted.  It looks like the only thing anyone has responded to lately is the IQ test info.  Sorry to disappoint.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am leaving town very early in the morning for 10 days to visit my family back east.  It will be miserably hot and humid, but most of you know what that is like.  Anyway I am just mentioning this because I am not sure how much internet access will be granted me while I am away.  This may be my last post for a few days.  I will try to check in though.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to check my site in the morning to see if anyone has posted or if I get any other ideas for myself to post.  If not, I will read everything in a little over a week.  I will miss you guys.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in the moonlight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-114962862547695131?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/114962862547695131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=114962862547695131&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114962862547695131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114962862547695131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/06/going-on-vacation.html' title='Going on Vacation'/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-114955728343445922</id><published>2006-06-05T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T18:28:03.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion Test</title><content type='html'>SaphireLover, you're a Guardian Angel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chances are you've kicked around the idea of settling down on some shady lane with your honey and maybe even thought about having a kid or a couple of pets. Even if you've never cooked a pot roast or picked out fabric for curtains, we'll bet you've got solid nurturing instincts nestled within. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why, when it comes to your partner, you're the Mother Teresa of romantic relationships. Doing little things like planning cool vacations and jotting a quick love note, tells your partner daily how much you care. This A+ quality not only makes you a compassionate lover, but also a trusted friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the rub: You're ready to give and give, but sometimes you might get resentful when your significant other doesn't return the favor. It can be difficult for you to let people fend for themselves, but try to focus on maintaining balance. Be sure to look out for number one, and try to indulge yourself as often as you indulge those you care about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, I have done a lot of these today.  It is so addicting.  I can't stop.  And it doesn't make it any easier when my child is down for such a long nap that he doesn't distract me and make me do something else.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of this stuff I think is true, but not the part about cooking and style, I am so-o-o-o Martha Stewart in that area.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-114955728343445922?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/114955728343445922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=114955728343445922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114955728343445922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114955728343445922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/06/passion-test.html' title='Passion Test'/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-114955595799083574</id><published>2006-06-05T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T18:05:58.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sample Sexual Soul Mates Reading</title><content type='html'>I did this one about me and my ex, Mr. Big (Anon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Your Desire: The Basis of Your Mutual Attraction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venus Mutually Aspects Uranus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The sexual magnetism between you is as intense as it is unpredictable. One minute you feel like you can't get enough of one another, and if you can't get your hands on one another you'll explode; but the next minute you may both feel an odd sense of aloofness that is a bit confusing, to say the least. The instability of your sex life may underline a greater instability in your relationship; still, rollercoasters are undeniably exciting, and you two love to party and have fun together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     From the very beginning of your involvement with one another, neither of you knew what to expect next. Your sexual involvement likely took off early and fast and has been unpredictable from the start. You may enjoy engaging in "risky behavior" together -- public displays of affection, the mile-high club and more -- or perhaps your sex life is sporadic, with one or both of you disappearing for indefinite periods of time and then returning for hot and heavy sex play, no explanations offered. If your relationship is long-term, you will both have to get used to the fact that your sexuality will always be intense but will subside, unpredictably, for periods of time and then come rushing back, full force. SaphireLover, in particular, may find Mr. Big unreliable or unwilling to make a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Your relationship in general is somewhat erratic and unstable (and therefore exciting), as is your sex life together. Sometimes you feel as if you just can't get enough of one another, as if you'll explode if you can't get your hands on one another immediately! The problem is, at other times you'll feel rather cold toward one another -- or, worse, one of you will be hot and heavy while the other coolly rebuffs any sexual advances. It may be difficult to maintain this relationship on a long-term basis as it may start to seem like one or both of you always has hurt feelings; however, the passion you arouse in one another is undeniable and may prove too addictive to give up willingly. Try not to take it personally if your partner rejects your sexual advances at times, and try to be kind when you reject those of your partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SaphireLover's Venus Opposition Mr. Big's Jupiter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     You both feel completely open and uninhibited when you're together, and your sex play, like the rest of your relationship, is characterized by an air of fun and games. Sex is like a romp for both of you! Neither of you feels a bit of hesitation about asking for what you want or need or inviting the other to take part in acting out fantasies. Your intimate relationship both reflects and furthers the happiness of your relationship outside the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Mr. Big tell me if you agree with this assessment of our sexual history.  I do think it is accurate.  We certainly had a good time while we were together.  Although the only one of us that ever said no, was you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-114955595799083574?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/114955595799083574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=114955595799083574&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114955595799083574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114955595799083574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/06/sample-sexual-soul-mates-reading.html' title='Sample Sexual Soul Mates Reading'/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-114955473808969973</id><published>2006-06-05T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T17:45:38.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationship Astrology</title><content type='html'>SECTION I:  How SaphireLover  Relates to Other People&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venus Square Saturn with an orb between 1 and 3 degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Since you were a child you have felt you could not just be yourself and be loved. You had to earn your love in some way by being or doing something special. You are far more self-protective than most people realize. Your best love partners are also work partners. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun SemiSquare Saturn with an orb of less than 1 degree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Your self-esteem is based less upon what you are in your own or others' eyes than on what you do. You may become so compulsive about achievement that you cannot relax into a warm, enduring relationship until you have achieved some success in your career. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venus Trine Neptune with an orb between 3 and 5 degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     However cool or cynical you may appear to be externally, you are extraordinarily sensitive and romantic. You are gentle and artistic and would rather do without a relationship than be part of one which does not measure up to your highest ideals of love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SECTION II:  How My husband Relates to Other People&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venus Conjunct Mars with an orb of less than 1/2 degree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Yours was not a happy childhood and, while there is nothing you want more than a close love relationship, you may also fear it. You probably have an active sex life but may have some discomfort acknowledging feelings of love, dependence or vulnerability. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun Opposition Neptune with an orb between 1/2 and 1 degree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Your father was either over- idealized or he was rejected as a role model. Either way, your concept of what a man should be is not based upon a mortal person, but upon an ideal. This may lead to unrealistic expectations in close personal relationships. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun Conjunct Jupiter with an orb between 1 and 3 degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     You have a genial, pleasant quality which inspires confidence in others. It sometimes surprises you the way people trust you with their innermost thoughts. Moral integrity is important to you and, while you are not judgmental, you will not violate a principle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun SemiSquare Venus with an orb of less than 1 degree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Your love nature is very turbulent. You form relationships impulsively and then worry it's with the wrong person. There seems to be a dichotomy between the person you know yourself to be and the person you feel you should be in order to be valued and loved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun SemiSquare Mars with an orb of less than 1 degree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Something in your relationship with your father aroused in you either fear or anger or both. Your relationships with men - personally or professionally - are not comfortable and when you are feeling vulnerable, you can be overly defensive or challenging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venus SemiSquare Jupiter with an orb of less than 1 degree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     You may be overly self-indulgent and inclined toward excesses of eating, drinking, sex or anything which gives you pleasure. You would not be comfortable with someone who was too reserved. You can be quite extravagant both emotionally and financially. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venus Sesquiquadrate Neptune with an orb of less than 1 degree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Love for you is often a "divine discontent". You are so romantic and idealistic it is difficult for any mortal person to sustain your interest without disappointing you. Your need to idealize loved ones may make you susceptible to illusion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun Trine Pluto with an orb between 3 and 5 degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Power struggles plague your relationships. Either you become the dominant partner out of a fear of being controlled or you become very passive, controlling indirectly through guilt or manipulation. Your father may have been emotionally abusive to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun Sextile Saturn with an orb between 1 and 5 degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     You are serious, responsible, well-organized and protective. You take care of the people to whom you are close and see to it that their practical needs are attended to. For you a relationship is successful when it falls into a comfortable, pleasant routine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-114955473808969973?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/114955473808969973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=114955473808969973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114955473808969973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114955473808969973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/06/relationship-astrology.html' title='Relationship Astrology'/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-114955369822863272</id><published>2006-06-05T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T17:28:18.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You a Sex Goddess?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/martha01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/martha01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(another one from tickle.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are You a Sex Goddess?&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie, you're a Persephone!&lt;br /&gt;A brilliant bolt of lightning descends! SHAZAAM! The oracle has spoken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smoke clears to reveal that inside you is a divine being,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERSEPHONE, Goddess of the Night,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a woman in touch with her deepest inner desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the most sexual of all the female deities, you are very comfortable in the bedroom. Your skill at pleasing a man is unmatched, and you know exactly what you need for your own pleasure. As a woman of passion, you're very comfortable with expressing your desires to anyone. You are a proud and confident woman who exudes sensuality. You cherish the intimacy of physical attraction and know what it takes to win a man. As a woman deeply in touch with your sexuality, you definitely know how to thoroughly enjoy yourself! Your polished bedroom performance always keeps them coming back for more. When everything is going right, a light shines down from the heavens. Behold, the skies proclaim, here lies a goddess! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in the moonlight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-114955369822863272?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/114955369822863272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=114955369822863272&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114955369822863272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114955369822863272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/06/are-you-sex-goddess.html' title='Are You a Sex Goddess?'/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-114947087924980838</id><published>2006-06-04T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T18:27:59.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Q Test</title><content type='html'>I just took this weird IQ test on tickle.com.  It is free, but they want some email info.  I found it when I was checking my email.  I just clicked on the answer of some question and it flung me into this.  It is kind of long.  But I was wondering what the IQ's of my fellow friends are.  I don't remember ever taking one before so it is interesting.  And if anyone out there knows what the numbers mean that would be great.  I just copied the info and stuck it here.  I didn't want to pay for the in depth report they offer.  But it also said that I was at the top.  But I think the absolute top number is 300, so wouldn't that just put me in the middle.  Anyway, why don't some of you check it out and then let me know what your results are.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, Stephanie!&lt;br /&gt;Your IQ score is 122&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This number is based on a scientific formula that compares how many questions you answered correctly on the Classic IQ Test relative to others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Intellectual Type is Insightful Linguist. This means you are highly intelligent and have the natural fluency of a writer and the visual and spatial strengths of an artist. Those skills contribute to your creative and expressive mind. And that's just some of what we know about you from your test results.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-114947087924980838?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/114947087924980838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=114947087924980838&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114947087924980838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114947087924980838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-q-test.html' title='I Q Test'/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-114940606293057980</id><published>2006-06-04T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T00:53:35.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something for the Parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/p003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/p003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/porn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/porn.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A Whole Nude World"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By walther, Fleury and Friedland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aladin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can show you my penis&lt;br /&gt;Big and sparkling and splendid,&lt;br /&gt;I can make it extended&lt;br /&gt;On my magic matress ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can open your thighs,&lt;br /&gt;Rock your body like thunder&lt;br /&gt;Over, sideways and under,&lt;br /&gt;On my magic matress ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whole nude world,&lt;br /&gt;Anew fantastic way to screw,&lt;br /&gt;Everyone tells me "no,"&lt;br /&gt;I need a blow,&lt;br /&gt;So I can start my screaming,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whole nude world,&lt;br /&gt;My sizzling  space you never knew,&lt;br /&gt;But when you're way down there&lt;br /&gt;Engrossed in hair,&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm in a whole nude world with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aladin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm in a whole nude world with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unbelieveable size,&lt;br /&gt;Indescribable squeeling,&lt;br /&gt;Leaning, bending and kneeling,&lt;br /&gt;At my moist and gaping thighs.&lt;br /&gt;A whole nude world .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aladin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you dare close your thighs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hundred thousand sperm in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aladdin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold your breath-it gets better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a shooting star&lt;br /&gt;I've come so far,&lt;br /&gt;I can't go backt to my virginity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aladdin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whole nude world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every thrust of your thighs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aladdin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With new positions we can screw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every moment gets wetter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll lick you anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I don't care&lt;br /&gt;Let me share this whole nude world with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aladdin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whole nude world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whole nude world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aladdin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's where we will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's where we will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aladdin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thrilling taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of my hot place, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;From you into me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this in some of my old notebooks and I thought it was funny and made sense for this blog.  So I hope you have a laugh and remember those teenage/ early twenties.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-114940606293057980?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/114940606293057980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=114940606293057980&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114940606293057980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114940606293057980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/06/something-for-parents.html' title='Something for the Parents'/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-114940530622835681</id><published>2006-06-04T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T00:15:06.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Song For a Vampire</title><content type='html'>"Love Song for a Vampire" By Annie Lennox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come into these arms again&lt;br /&gt;And lay your body down&lt;br /&gt;The rythem of this trembling heart&lt;br /&gt;Is beating like a drum&lt;br /&gt;It beats for you&lt;br /&gt;It bleeds for you&lt;br /&gt;It knows not how it sounds&lt;br /&gt;For it is the drum of drums&lt;br /&gt;It is the song of songs.&lt;br /&gt;Once I had the rarest rose &lt;br /&gt;That ever deemed to bloom&lt;br /&gt;Cruel winter chilled the bud&lt;br /&gt;And stole my flower too soon.&lt;br /&gt;Oh lonliness of hopelessness&lt;br /&gt;To search the ends of time&lt;br /&gt;For there is in all the world&lt;br /&gt;No greater love than mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( A love A love A love A love, Still falls the rain,  A love A love A love A love A love A love, Still Falls the rain...&lt;br /&gt;Been mine forever)&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the only one&lt;br /&gt;To keep you from the cold&lt;br /&gt;Now the floor of Heaven's laid&lt;br /&gt;With stars of brightest gold&lt;br /&gt;They shine for you&lt;br /&gt;They shine for you &lt;br /&gt;They burn for all to see&lt;br /&gt;Come into these arms again&lt;br /&gt;And set this spirit free&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-114940530622835681?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/114940530622835681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=114940530622835681&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114940530622835681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114940530622835681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/06/love-song-for-vampire.html' title='Love Song For a Vampire'/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-114937730857810450</id><published>2006-06-03T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T16:28:28.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of Sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/msg-113501979008-2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/msg-113501979008-2.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/133738873_aab695cf6e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/133738873_aab695cf6e.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/showerfun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/showerfun.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/msg-114335992087-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/msg-114335992087-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you wanted to know how I am dealing with my lack of sex.  It really sucks these days.  And the thing is I am more angry than usual.  I fight with my husband on purpose just to try to get a reaction.  It doesn't really work though.  I asked him if we are going to have sex before I leave town and he says we have time.  I leave in 3 days.  Not much time.  Especially since we haven't had sex for just over  3 weeks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as my own sex drive goes.  I haven't been a total fiend lately I guess.  But I have been looking at  a lot of porn lately.  That is where I keep getting all of my lovely pics to share with you.  Half of the time I use my vibrator while I am on the net.  The other half I don't.  I have also been looking at some pretty kinky stuff too.  Things that I haven't really been all that interested in till now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always wondered about bestiality and now that the internet has everything you could desire, it is right at my fingertips.  I don't even have to get dressed and find some weird place to check it out.  Not that I would know where to go.  It has been some odd sites to see.  I also saw the first female-to-male transexual porn site, but he/she still has a pussy.  It was weird.  This guy is a huge body builder type, but with a pussy and a tiny dick.  I mean you can barely see it.  It is more like a really large clit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But mostly I look at lovely naked women.  Some is lesbian porn, some hetero.  I also like a lot of art type porn pics.  Just sexy, curvy women.  All different types and shapes.  But it has made me think about letting my hair grow longer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do fantasize about being with some of the women in the porn.  Mostly I just like to look.  Sometimes I am so much like a guy.  That would be the lesbian side of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-114937730857810450?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/114937730857810450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=114937730857810450&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114937730857810450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114937730857810450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/06/lack-of-sex.html' title='Lack of Sex'/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-114931597590466957</id><published>2006-06-02T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T23:26:15.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Voyeurism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/anaissabina027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/anaissabina027.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I was just visiting a friends site and they said that I haven't posted anything recent so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering if anyone has been in an orgy.  Or if they have ever had an audience while having sex.  Or if they were the one watching someone else have sex.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess these type of questions ended up in my head because I have been party to a couple of them.  I have never been in an orgy.  Although I have thought about it a lot.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was with this guy we will call Brandon.  He and I met on a blind date, but somehow it ended up working out for a while at least.  We were together for about a year off and on.  We even lived together.  Brandon did a lot of drugs, but at the time I wasn't really looking for the signs.  Plus he was a heavy drinker.  Anyway we were over at a friends house having small party and of course we wanted to have sex.  Unfortunately there wasn't a convienient place for us to go. So we went outside in the backyard on the lawn.  Brandon told me that his friends wanted to watch and I said o.k.  I don't really know why I let them.  I was sort of an exhibitionist at the time.  I wasn't particularly proud of my body, but I was an extremely sexual person and for some fucked up reason I used it to get attention.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also used to have a bad habit of taking my clothes off in public.  I used to change in parking lots, or in my car in the daylight.  I wouldn't really cover up either.  I just liked the idea of getting caught. But when I did get caught I didn't like it.  I was lucky that I never went to jail for indecent exposure.  But I guess if you are a decent looking woman and young they tend to give you a break.  There was also a couple of times, that I would say that I was tired at a friends house during the summer heat and want to take a nap on the sofa and I would take off my shirt and then fake like I was sleeping to see what they would say about me.  I was a total nutcase back then.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did watch a couple of my friends have sex.  There was this one couple, she was an old roommate and her boyfriend.  They wanted to go to the mountains to take pictures and just for fun.  However I didn't know that the fun was going to entail us taking our clothes off till we got there.  I ended up taking nude photos of my friends and they wanted to have sex there on the little bridge over the creek.  It felt awkward though.  I felt I was intruding, because it was so sweet and loving.  It wasn't just sex. If only I had picked up on the signals, I could have had a threesome right then and there.  They told me that later that day when we got home. I felt like an idiot.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all in all I do like having these memories.  I did some crazy stuff and I was lucky nothing ever really bad happened.  But I don't really regret the things I have done.  It has definitely made life interesting.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in the moonlight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-114931597590466957?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/114931597590466957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=114931597590466957&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114931597590466957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114931597590466957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/06/voyeurism.html' title='Voyeurism'/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-114896467780536784</id><published>2006-05-29T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T21:51:17.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Answered Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/145735657_d4b5aa43a7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/145735657_d4b5aa43a7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Vanilla asked me these questions and I am just now getting to answer them.&lt;br /&gt;You said "The funny thing is when I say all of these things out loud about me, I feel like a slut."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of someone or yourself labeling you "a slut", are you okay with your past? If you could repeat it, would you be as free with your body, maybe more so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the most part I am o.k. with my past.  I wish I would have take more precautions back then.  I wasn't terribly careful.  I also put myself in some dangerous situations that I was lucky didn't end up badly.  I don't think I would have been more free with my body.  There is really only one person that  I never made love to that I am sorry for.  But it was his decision as well.  It was my first love.  I am recently in contact with him again.  The only reason we never had sex, is because he was totally in love with me and wanted it to be very special.  He didn't want it to be ina car or a cheap hotel.  I didn't really care then and I don't now.  I just wish we could have had sex at leat once.  Not that it made any difference in how much I love him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I don't know if you read your old comments, but I'd be very interested in reading a post about the time you were celebate for three years? Why did you do it, and what was it like? As you are the woman, it obviously was a choice for you. Did you abstain from all sex, just intercourse, oral sex, masterbation, etc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My celibacy.  Well it didn't start out to be a mission or anything.  I moved around some and didn't know a lot of people.  Plus the people I was interested in weren't interested in me.  I am very picky.  I like to be with very hot  and sexy people.  Men and women.  But the thing is I didn't feel so great about myself at the time.  I was trying to get over an ex and working all the time to pay the rent.  The months just slipped into years.  And of course I had to use masturbation to get me through.  And during that time I bought a massager, that quickly became my vibrator.  And of course there were a couple of people that liked me, but at the time, I wasn't getting the message.  Plus I change my hair a lot, and for a while it was pretty short, but I didn't exactly dress like a dyke or a straight woman.  So I thought at the time that gay women thought I was straight and straight men thought I was a lesbian.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I was finally sick of being single, I ended up finding my ex.  He and I didn't hook up that quickly, but it opened the door for my self esteem and I found people left and right.  A few months later I met my husband and the rest is history.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in the moonlight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-114896467780536784?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/114896467780536784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=114896467780536784&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114896467780536784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114896467780536784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/05/answered-questions.html' title='Answered Questions'/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-114896376535065246</id><published>2006-05-29T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T21:36:05.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lesbian Affair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/113319191_79b9a1d2cc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/113319191_79b9a1d2cc.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this pic looks a lot like the woman I was with then)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the times I was with a woman was many years ago.  I had a friend that lived next door to me.  We were really good friends and hung out together pretty much daily.  She was married with  a couple of kids.  And I lived with a boyfriend that I had at the time.  &lt;br /&gt;Anyway she was thin and kind of short.  She had long wavy red hair, but she dyed it.  Her tits were so damned perky, even after having kids. She also had creamy white skin.  I genuinely loved her, before anything ever happened between us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She and of course used to talk about sex all of the time.  We used to talk about what our men liked and didn't like.  What we wanted to try and what our men would like us to do.  Her husband thought I was hot and was always teasing about us having a threesome.  However I never thought of him that way.  Totally not my style. But she also used to tell me about their porn collection and toys they had.  I was impressed.  She was such a little thing and I never thought that she would do the things she said she did.  She had this huge butt plug and benois (sp?) balls.  She had a giant double ended dildo and vibrators.  She is probably the one who introduced me to these kinds of things.  We were both only 19.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day when her husband was at work and I don't remember where my boyfriend was, I was over at her apartment.  She had this banned tape of porn with Traci Lords on it.  She showed it to me and we were sitting across from one another in separate chairs. We were both getting so turned on. I just couldn't take it any more and I got up and went over to her and kissed her passionately.  I put my hands on her head and picked her up and we went over to the couch.  I laid on top of her and we were making out.  I unbuttoned her blouse and she wasn't wearing a bra.  Her nipples were erect and hard.  She was lovely.  She said she needed to go get something.  She got her giant dildo and brought it over so we could play with it.  But she wouldn't let me do anything other than kiss her.  She didn't want to feel like she was cheating on her husband.  She felt like if she did stuff to me, but I didn't do anything to her she was o.k.  So she ended up on top of me and kissed me and took off my clothes.  She sucked on my nipples for a few seconds and then she went down on me.  And for someone who never did this before in her whole life, SHE WAS FANTASTIC!!!  She was also using the didlo on me and she made me cum so hard.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she and I never really had sex again.  We only made out here and there.  Not that I even liked the way she kissed.  She always kept her mouth too tightly closed and never really gave in to the feelings.  But she has always had a special place in my heart. And always will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-114896376535065246?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/114896376535065246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=114896376535065246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114896376535065246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114896376535065246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/05/lesbian-affair.html' title='A Lesbian Affair'/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-114879018568191361</id><published>2006-05-27T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T21:23:05.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Mr. Vanilla</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/132946779_8c16a33661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/132946779_8c16a33661.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, please do come back. &lt;br /&gt; I love to read your blog so.  &lt;br /&gt;I miss your wit and sarcasm.  &lt;br /&gt;Please don't go.  &lt;br /&gt;You were my muse.&lt;br /&gt;And now you are gone.&lt;br /&gt;What am I supposed to peruse?&lt;br /&gt;Don't be gone so long.&lt;br /&gt;Your site was funny and sexy.&lt;br /&gt;And interesting to boot.&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't be sassy,&lt;br /&gt;When there is no one to think I am cute.&lt;br /&gt;I am not good at this poetry crap,&lt;br /&gt;So Mr. Vanilla I am begging you to cum back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-114879018568191361?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/114879018568191361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=114879018568191361&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114879018568191361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114879018568191361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/05/ode-to-mr-vanilla.html' title='Ode to Mr. Vanilla'/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-114861961052143934</id><published>2006-05-25T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T22:00:10.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/148999381_c204f23637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/148999381_c204f23637.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/57054326_fb0c16ac15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/57054326_fb0c16ac15.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anon said,&lt;br /&gt;Where should I leave the, "material?" Would here suffice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We already talked about having sex on the golf course. I loved coming up with the idea of you yelling, "Fore!" every time you orgasmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hardly remember yelling "Fore", but I do remember the sprinklers coming on while we were having sex and hoping that we wouldn't get caught.  Of course that was always a problem with us since we had sex in public all of the time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. There was one night when we parked near Mt. Cutler Falls (off of Seven Falls in the Springs) and were having sex in the back of your car, when the cops came and busted us. The reason that was so memorable was I distinctly recall the lights from the cruiser playing over your body, across your back: in that glare your ass looked perfect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn' know that you liked that particular memory just because the way the light was hitting my ass.  I mostly remember trying to look for a place to have sex and having to put my clothes on in a hurry and trying to cover up so the officer couldn't see anything.  I bet that is one of their favorite things to do, bust teenagers having sex.  Plus if you recall there were two cars blocking us in so we couldn't leave without talking to them first.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Another time when we were having sex at Palmer Park, and you were screaming so loud, the coyotes were yowling and yipping back at you in response. Talk about communing with nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember that a coyote actually got pretty close to where we were because we had a picnic up there too and we kept throwing the excess food around.  I never got dressed so fast in my whole life.  Plus I remember wearing my combat boots and that was a difficult task.  Then we ran to my car, I am pretty sure we ended up having sex somewhere else that night as well. I also remember using chocolate whipped cream all over you as I was going down on you.  That was a lot of fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Or, sneaking into your room/guest house/garage while you were living with your dad and having sex all night long: it was especially memorable, as you had some very lovely chimes by your bed, and you would run your fingers across them every time you came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you also remember that we got caught with you at my house.  I still have the chimes.  And I have used them for that same purpose a time or two.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. And, that one weekend where we watching porn together and acting it out scene-for-scene... the best was you lying on your back with your head hanging off of the bed/chair/couch we were using and deep-throating me upside-down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had forgotten about that particular acrobatic stunt.  I was quite nimble then.  I need to get back into shape.  I would like to repeat some of these feats.  It has been a while.  Kids will do that to you.  &lt;br /&gt;I know we did a lot that particular weekend.  Unfortunately I don't remember much of it, I just remember the feelings and being quite hungry and ravenous.  For food as well as you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on, of course... it's nice to have memories like that to muse upon, and remember back in the day when it seemed like we simply couldn't get enough of each other. Good times and bad, through the happy stuff and the not-so-great times... there was never a shortage of mutual indulgence, was there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all of these memories I kind of wished we would have taped some of it.  I can't believe how much I have forgotten.  I do hope you remember our one special place near the park, that we would stay from time to time.  I loved waking up with you there.  Especially when it was cold in the morning and you were so nice and warm.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one more memory.  Do you remember the time we were at the park by the highway and the railroad tracks?  You made me scream louder than the train.  We were lucky we didn't get arrested.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of like being called, "Anon!" Nice ring to it, like, "Aeon," or somethin'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:58 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; See you in the moonlight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-114861961052143934?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/114861961052143934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=114861961052143934&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114861961052143934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114861961052143934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/05/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-114854282258367756</id><published>2006-05-25T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T00:40:22.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Threesomes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/retrosample-cheesecake05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/retrosample-cheesecake05.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to say that I have not had a threesome with a married couple.  Actually for a long time that is all I wanted in life.  I wanted to be with a couple that already had kids.  I wanted to be a second mother and lover.  I wanted to have a ready made family.  In my mind it was to be wonderful, the man, woman and children of my dreams.  However reality kicked in.  I contacted a few different couples through personal ads and we talked for a while.  But nothing came of it.  We just never met in person.  Schedules conflicted and it just never got off the ground.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the day, though when I was in a couple with my boyfriend, we almost had a threesome one night.  His name was Brandon and we had been together for about 7 months and we had been living together for awhile.  Anyway he had one of his best friends in town and wanted me to hook him up with one of my friends.  I had just met this girl in our neighborhood and invited her over.  Her name was Tiffany, I think.  So of course Brandon and I tried to make it clear that these two should hook up.  But somehow things were not working out that way.  Tiffany and I were hitting off better than anyone else.  But she had been kissing Brandon's friend.  Then she and I went for a walk in the summer evening.  We talked and ended up holding hands.  She and I went back up to our apartment and went into my bedroom.  Brandon came in to see what we were doing and we were making out on the bed.  She had long brown wavy hair, with green eyes.  She was thin and beautiful.  I was starting to feel her up when Brandon acted kind of shocked.  Then he sat down on the bed and asked if he could join in and so did Brandon's friend.  But I didn't want to have sex with another guy entirely.  I mostly wanted Tiffany.  There was a lot of kissing and touching going on.  But when clothes started to come off, Brandon started to get weird and wanted the other two to leave. So unfortunately nothing else happened.  Tiffany and his friend didn't even have sex.  It just kind of ended there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that is the extent of my threesome days, other than the previous story I told you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in the moonlight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-114854282258367756?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/114854282258367756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=114854282258367756&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114854282258367756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114854282258367756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/05/threesomes.html' title='Threesomes'/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-114801450332295967</id><published>2006-05-18T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T21:55:03.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I satisfy my lovers?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/dashow12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/dashow12.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/Hamilton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/Hamilton.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/msg-113501979008-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/msg-113501979008-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a question that I have recently become aware of.  Actually Mr. Vanilla said that I must satisfy my lovers very well from reading my blog.  And in return I said that I have only had one complaint.  The funny thing is that the person who complained, I didn't think so highly of either.  So maybe it was a compatiblity thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think for the most part that I am more than adequete in bed.  Of course it can be difficult to tell at times.  Some people could be just being polite.  I know I have been.  They could be faking. Although that is difficult for a man to do.  So what constitutes being 'GOOD" ?  Of course that all depends on who you are having sex with at the time.  The only problem with asking this question here is that the only person who could give me any feedback is a man I haven't slept with in 7 years.  He knows about this blog, but I have no idea if he reads it much if at all.  Plus that would only be one person's opinion.  It isn't like I could take a poll.  ( I wish I could)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are ways to tell if somone is having a good time with you.  But since several of the people I have been with were one night stands, I never spoke with them again.  But then again a few of the people that were supposed to be one night stands ended up being long term relationships, including my husband.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we should cum up with a list of things that could help all of us determine if the sex we have had was "GOOD".  Besides of course a man ejaculating.  There is moaning, arching the back, kissing with passion, grabbing, spanking, screaming( with delight),  having sex for a second or third time, and so on.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bring be your questions and answers. And if they are good I will either post them again or make sure that the comments are right after the post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-114801450332295967?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/114801450332295967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=114801450332295967&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114801450332295967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114801450332295967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/05/do-i-satisfy-my-lovers.html' title='Do I satisfy my lovers?'/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-114789195332890935</id><published>2006-05-17T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T11:52:33.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Domination/submission</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/betbond1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/betbond1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/retrosample-fetish01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/retrosample-fetish01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well a friend of mine asked me the question of whether I like Domination/submission and which side I was into or whether I liked both.  He also wanted me to write about it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually can't recall a whole lot of role playing that got real serious.  I do remember a few times getting my husband to be the submissive one and doing most of what I told him to do.  Although I don't get gross or anything.  I don't ask him to lick my shoes or anything.  It is more of a gentle directing of what I would like for the evening.  Like go down on me now.  Suck it like that.  Harder, faster, slow down.  That sort of thing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as being submissive.  I think women are put in that role a lot.  Whether it is intentional, not really.  I like for a man to just take me, as long as I trust him.  I like to be slammed against a wall and fucked hard now and again.  It hasn't happened like that for a long time.  The last time I can remember really rough sex was years before my son was born.  Hell I think it was probably before I was married, but it was with my husband.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to be really playful.  We have lots of toys.  One of the reasons my husband got together with me was because I was a sexually free person.  I don't have a lot of hangups about sex.  My parents were very open and honest people and told me everything and some stuff I didn't want to know.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do like to use handcuffs and feathers.  I like to please a person when they are tied up and they can't really do anything about it.  But I also like to be in that position myself.  It can get really hot that way.  To be teased to the point you can't stand it anymore.  And you are begging to be set free just to get some relief.  But it can lengthen the expierence.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to wear costumes to set the mood.  I have a cheerleading costume.  I have a plastic dress.  I have this whole body stocking thing that is like fishnets.  I have sexy underwear.  I also have regular sily nightgowns.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last really fun thing I did was the cheerleading thing.  I even have pom poms.  I also have a red wig.  I spelled out my husband's name and tickled him with the pom pom's.  But that has been the most interesting sex lately.  And that was about 3 months ago.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure there are other moments.  I can't seem to recall them right now.  When I do I will write about them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in the moonlight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-114789195332890935?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/114789195332890935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=114789195332890935&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114789195332890935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114789195332890935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/05/dominationsubmission.html' title='Domination/submission'/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-114759445676977093</id><published>2006-05-14T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T12:02:08.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex with 2 Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/retrosample-hardcore02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/retrosample-hardcore02.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine wanted me to write about something.  He said that I don't write often enough.  So here goes.  This is a true story of a threesome that I had  several years ago, before I even met my husband.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was living alone in a small 2 bedroom apartment and a friend of mine Jason, needed a place to stay for a while.  I had thought that he was cute for quite some time.  The only problem was that he did drugs and smoked.  So I didn't really want him at my place too long.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would flirt from time to time but there really wasn't a whole lot between us.  Until he spent the night once because he was too drunk to drive home.  He was staying on the couch.  But I was hoping something would happen so I wore a sexy blue silk cami and boy short set to bed.  Sometime in the middle of the night I woke up to go to the bathroom and when I went back to my bedroom he was in my bed.  I asked if he knew where he was and he said yes.  He kissed me passionately.  It was intense.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been single for a couple of years and not really dating anyone at the time.  So I was totally ready for this.  We kissed and our hands roamed each other's bodies.  He slid his hand into my panties and started to rub my clit.  I was already wet with desire.  I took off his shorts and we had sex.  It was incredible.  We rolled around for hours.  I was on top and grinding away and then he would flip me over and we would do it doggy style.  We had a lot of fun that night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we continued to have sex for the next couple of months.  As he was staying at my place for a while, he asked if friends could come over.  So one night his friend Eric came over to hang out.  I am not really sure how we got on the subject, but we started talking about threesomes.  Of course we got into who had done what and with whom.  We were talking about the weirdest things we had ever done.  And then the guys asked me if I wanted to right then and there.  And for some reason I said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the back bedroom and proceeded to get undressed.  We turned on some music.  And the three of us were laying on the bed naked.  Not really knowing where we should start.  Since Jason and I had been intimate before I started kissing him first.  Then Eric.  Of course both of the guys were hetero, so they didn't do anything to each other.  So I was feeling like I was constantly leaving someone out.  I would go down on Jason while I tried to jack off Eric.  Then I would switch.  Then Jason got on top of me and started to slide his dick inside me.  We were having sex while I was jacking Eric off.  It just felt really lop sided.  So then I would switch again.  And Eric was on top of me grinding away.  But I didn't have any feelings for Eric and I wasn't exactly having a great time.  I just wanted to continue with Jason and that was it.  So I started to suck Eric off and he was happy and then left the room for Jason and I to finish.  But even the sex with Jason at that point felt a little strained.  It was too quick.  But we would have felt weird had we continued for too much longer without Eric.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other odd thing after we were all done is that we just hung out around the house naked for a while.  And then Eric would ask me when Jason wasn't around if we could have sex again without Jason.  And these guys were supossedly best friends.  But hey I know I am good in bed and that everyone wants to be with me more than once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason  and I continued to have a little on again off again fling for a few months. He was a jerk, but he was great in bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-114759445676977093?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/114759445676977093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=114759445676977093&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114759445676977093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114759445676977093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/05/sex-with-2-men.html' title='Sex with 2 Men'/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-114732127162153951</id><published>2006-05-10T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T21:21:11.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Made Love</title><content type='html'>Well I was definitely in the mood today.  But I tried to hold off and wait till my husband came home from work.  But I also wanted to make sure that he would want to do the same thing.  So I called him at work to let him know that I was missing him and that I was looking forward to his cuming home in a couple of hours.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway he arrives just as our son is falling asleep.  Perfect, till our kid heard the door open and heard my husband's voice.  Well I put our son down for a nap anyway.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was prepared for his arrival.  I had showered and shaved.  I was wearing easy access chinese pajama pants and a pretty tank black see through tank top.  I had gotten our favourite sex music in place and the candles were ready to be lit.  So I asked him to go freshen up as I put our son down.  I was able to go quickly downstairs as my husband was taking a shower.  I smacked him on that cute ass of his.  I said I was going to look at a little porn before heading upstairs.  I looked at a couple of pics, then went upstairs to light the candles and turn on the music, then turn off the lights.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came upstairs and we sat on the bed in each other's laps.   We kissed softly and held each other.  It was beautiful. He smelled wonderful.  And so did I.  Plus I had dusted myself with some sparkley glittery stuff with perfume in it.  Then he layed me back and started to kiss my stomack and lift up the edge of my tank top.  He liked that look.  Just the edge of my breasts peeking out of the bottom.  He wanted better access and wanted to take off my pants.  The cool thing about them is all you have to do is untie them in the front and they fall off.  We held each other close and kissed each other's necks.  His cock rubbed against my clit and I was wet.  I had missed his touch for a while.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made love slowly and rythmically.  I wanted my tank top off so I could feel his skin next to mine.  Finally he was fulfilling my latest desires.  It was great.  But his meds make him tired and he didn't want to finish.  But at least he was still focused on me.  He rubbed me and fingered me with my vibrator till I came.  Then we just lay in bed next to each other.  I was laying on his chest still rubbing his cock, but he didn't seem interested.  So we talked a little.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a nice evening.  It was sweet and gentle and what I really needed.  Of course he was tired and went to bed soon after.  At least we are starting to go in the same direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in the moonlight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-114732127162153951?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/114732127162153951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=114732127162153951&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114732127162153951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114732127162153951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/05/we-made-love.html' title='We Made Love'/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-114721849392635748</id><published>2006-05-09T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T16:48:13.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He touched me.</title><content type='html'>He touched me, not really in a sexual way, but a loving way.  I was in bed trying to fall asleep.  He came upstairs after taking a shower and forgetting about doing anything for my birthday.  He got into bed and just starting holding my hand for a moment.  Then he turned over and started rubbing my tushie.  ( I am so-o-o Peg Bundy)  Then he started rubbing my back too.  It was nice.  Of course I wanted sex and I had told him so, but he wasn't in the mood.  But it felt nice to have his hands on me.  To feel his touch.  To feel a certain amount of love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-114721849392635748?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/114721849392635748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=114721849392635748&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114721849392635748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114721849392635748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/05/he-touched-me.html' title='He touched me.'/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-114688097987299369</id><published>2006-05-05T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T19:02:59.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/139734466_fdc63cf622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/139734466_fdc63cf622.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, I am not sure what to write about this evening.  However I am thinking about women quite a bit right now.  Probably because my husband has decided to hang out with his friends this evening.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wanted to say that this picture is a combination of what I feel about women, their inherent sexuality along with their beauty as art.  It is animalistic in nature, but it is also artistic in form.  The base of who we are as humans.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kind of sensuality is what draws me to women.  And of course the way the communicate and that they are soft and gentle, but also strong and confident.  Men have a lot of these qualities as well, but they are not in the same context.  &lt;br /&gt;Women make you want to touch them.  They ooze sexuality even when they are just talking with a friend.  Their breasts are out there for everyone to see.  Even when they are completely covered up.  Their asses are round and voluptuous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I want to trace every curve of their bodies.  To feel their soft skin on my fingertips.  To feel their soft wet kiss on my mouth.  To feel the ache between my legs and give in to the wanting.  To feel her wet juices on my finger.  To taste her sweetness in my mouth.  To feel her soft and swollen clit on my tongue.  To feel her body shiver with my touch.  And mine with hers.  To feel her warm breath on my neck and her kisses on my shoulder.  To writhe around and feel like one with her.  To feel connected and needed.  To feel her quiver with delight as my fingers enter her body.  To feel her touch on my pussy.  To feel her mouth on my button.  To bring each other to the edge and back again.  To squeal with delight.  To moan with passion. To finally cum all over her hand, dripping with desire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-114688097987299369?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/114688097987299369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=114688097987299369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114688097987299369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114688097987299369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/05/hello-i-am-not-sure-what-to-write.html' title=''/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-114671689411539318</id><published>2006-05-03T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T21:28:14.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quickie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/2685A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/2685A.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/2686A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/2686A.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I finally got to have sex today.  Although it wasn't very long and I didn't even get to get off.  My husband came home from work and I was making dinner in the kitchen.  It wasn't going to be ready for another 30 min.  So we head downstairs and we are talking and just figuring out the day and I noticed the computer.  I wanted to show him the little collection of porn that I have now and a few pics of his favourite actress.  She is Elizabeth Shue.  I don't know why she turns him on so much, but he loves her so I saved a couple of her pics.  Anyway I am scrolling through them and he is starting to get hard.  Our kid is taking a nap and he says why not.  I said I haven't had a shower and the vibrator is upstairs. So I jump in the shower as he goes upstairs to look for the device.  I quickly get clean and jump out and he says he's not sure he wants to anymore.  I say lets give it a try.  He wants to put the computer on the ground and have me bend over while we are scrolling through the porn pics.  He wants to do me from behind.  I wasn't even wet yet, but we gave it a go.  Of course he slides in and he is feeling pretty good.  But it was a little uncomfortable for me.  So I am using the vibrator on my clit and it feels good, but I am not even close.  However this is always a good position for my husband and he finishes quickly.  I was so upset that I didn't want to do anything else.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't understand that I have been feeling lonely and left out of his life.  Like I am on the sidelines.  Like he doesn't want to show me affection.  I told him all of this and have been telling him this for the last couple of weeks.  But it finally sunk in.  So he just held me while I cried and let it all out.  Then we went upstairs watched a little t.v. and then had dinner.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pork chops were a little dry, but he forgave me since we were busy.  But at least some of his drive is back.  It is a step in the right direction.  Maybe we can have sex tomorrow or the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in the moonlight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-114671689411539318?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/114671689411539318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=114671689411539318&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114671689411539318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114671689411539318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/05/quickie.html' title='A Quickie'/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-114668905827690288</id><published>2006-05-03T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T13:44:18.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Loneliness is never more cruel than when it is felt in close (proximity) with someone who has ceased to communicate."&lt;br /&gt;Germaine Greer, The Female Eunuch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-114668905827690288?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/114668905827690288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=114668905827690288&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114668905827690288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114668905827690288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/05/loneliness-is-never-more-cruel-than.html' title=''/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-114655291636027203</id><published>2006-05-01T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T23:55:16.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like a man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/135462859_be6dc2060a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/135462859_be6dc2060a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am surfing the net for porn, I realize that I now know what it feels like to be a man.  I can 't stop thinking about sex and women.  I just keep staring at these fabulous pictures of breasts and curvy women, and women kissing.  I also realize that I am not much of an ass woman.  It isn't bad, but it's not what really gets my juices flowing.&lt;br /&gt;  I want to feel another woman's tits up against mine as I lick them and suck on her nipples.  Hopefully to have just a little milk flow.  I want to make her so wet she can't stand it anymore and she slams me against the wall and puts two fingers in my cunt.  She has to taste me as well. She holds me there so I can't move and is kissing my neck.  My weak spot.  I feel her hot breath against my skin and I shiver.  My hands are roaming too, to find her mound wet and juicy to greet me.  My finger slips right in with only a slight moan of delight.  I feel her back arch and her breasts press up against me.  I fall to my knees so that I may worship her body and lick her clit into extacy.  But I am not done and I want to cum too.  We fall to the floor so that we can 69.  She is atop me and is mouthing my clit and pussy.  I am dripping with desire. She uses a vibrator and her mouth at the same time.  I am so ready to cum, but her needs have to be addressed as well.  She is creamy and ready for my hand to be inside her as I suck on her clit.  We explode into orgasm and gently twitch until we fall asleep in bliss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all very well and good.  I even had myself a girlfriend last year.  Unfortunately we were never able to consumate the relationship.  Too many complications and our schedules didn't work.  But every now and then, when I would go out with my friends, I would run into her.  She would always say that we couldn't do anything.  But I wouldn't take no for an answer.  She was an amazing kisser.  Her lips were soft and sweet, but passionate.  Her body moved as though she wanted me too.It was also irritating, becasuse we could never go any further.  She wasn't entirely out of the closet and her friends were always nearby.  &lt;br /&gt; So I am wanting a new one.  I have been trying to get a girls night out, but to no avail.  Hopefully soon.  I need to satisfy my urges and needs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-114655291636027203?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/114655291636027203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=114655291636027203&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114655291636027203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114655291636027203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-feel-like-man.html' title='I feel like a man'/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-114646462756829339</id><published>2006-04-30T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T23:23:47.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dance as if no one is watching; &lt;br /&gt;Love as if you can't be hurt. &lt;br /&gt;Sing though no one is listening; &lt;br /&gt;Live as if it's heaven on earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-114646462756829339?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/114646462756829339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=114646462756829339&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114646462756829339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114646462756829339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/04/dance-as-if-no-one-is-watching-love-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-114646312031054449</id><published>2006-04-30T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T22:58:40.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The longing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/133124110_af35999c66.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/133124110_af35999c66.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad because I haven't written anything in a few days.  The only problem is there hasn't been any sex to write about.  Of course I have been rather horny lately.  But my husband doesn't really want to oblige.  See his medication is making his libido go down hill.  Which really sucks.  I haven't felt much like have sex a whole lot over the last couple of years.  It was really painful for a while.  But lately I must be getting some kind of hormone surge, I want to have sex all the time.  Now I know what it was like for my husband all that time.  Why is that when one partner is always horny the other one isn't?  Really what kind of cosmic joke is that?  &lt;br /&gt;The only thing I can figure out is that it might have something to do with the fact that I am in my 30's and supposed to be hitting my sexual peak any time now.  Well why does it have to happen when my husband doesn't give a shit?  I don't really want to look elsewhere, but the longing is killing me.  &lt;br /&gt;I think of sex morning, noon, and night.  Especially the night.  I am by nature a night owl and all there is on t.v and the net is sex, sex, sex.  I want to pleasure myself, but that isn't enough.  I want to fell a man inside me.  I want to moan with delight.  I want our bodies to writhe in passion. I WANT SOMEONE TO GO DOWN ON ME!!!  I want to feel the wet tongue on my clit.  I want to squirm and do my little thumper thing with my leg.  I want to feel so good that I have to scream.(quietly of course so that my 2 year old won't make the same noises in the daytime)  I need the release.  I need the escape.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-114646312031054449?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/114646312031054449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=114646312031054449&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114646312031054449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114646312031054449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/04/longing.html' title='The longing'/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-114620453734422943</id><published>2006-04-27T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T23:08:57.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Visionary Soul&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/visionary-soul.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a curious person, always in a state of awareness.&lt;br /&gt;Connected to all things spiritual, you are very connected to your soul.&lt;br /&gt;You are wise and bright: able to reason and be reasonable.&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally, you get quite depressed and have dark feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have great vision and can be very insightful.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, you are often profound in a way that surprises yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Visionary souls like you can be the best type of friend.&lt;br /&gt;You are intuitive, understanding, sympathetic, and a good healer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souls you are most compatible with: Old Soul and Peacemaker Soul&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Soul Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-114620453734422943?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/114620453734422943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=114620453734422943&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114620453734422943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114620453734422943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/04/you-are-visionary-soul-you-are-curious.html' title=''/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-114603122777311985</id><published>2006-04-25T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T17:02:43.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well I am a sex fiend</title><content type='html'>Well I was checking out this other site that I found as a link from another site and as I was reading it, I realized that at least in my past that I am a sex fiend.  She(GirlWithAOneTrackMind) was writing about how she was in the middle of a breakup and she was drinking to try to relieve her pain and they were still on good terms.  They went to another bar after dinner and drank some more, they were not breaking up because they didn't have chemistry, it was because of other stuff.  So they inevitably had their arms around each other and started kissing.  She writes that all she wants to do is have sex with him again.  He of course agrees.  She states that this is the reason she is a sex fiend, that even though she knows it will hurt like hell later, she still wants to have sex with no strings attached, with someone she has had feelings for.  That the sex will make some of the pain go away.  That the only feelings you are still having at the time is that you can't stand it anymore and you still want to fuck.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know exactly what this woman is feeling.  I was this woman for many years.  And now that I am married, I am not sure.  I still want to have sex with a couple of my exes even if that is all we have.  But I am not sure how I would feel about my husband if we were to split.  I am not sure if I have moved on from that phase in my life.  I am kind of thinking that I haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially since all I have wanted to do lately is hook up with new people.  I keep calling chat lines and emailing old friends.  I have also been emailing new ones.  Of course it doesn't help that my husband "allows" me to be with women.  Because in my eyes cheating is cheating whether it is with a man or a woman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-114603122777311985?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/114603122777311985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=114603122777311985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114603122777311985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114603122777311985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/04/well-i-am-sex-fiend.html' title='Well I am a sex fiend'/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-114599380172842782</id><published>2006-04-25T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T12:36:41.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My fantasy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/2684A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/2684A.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the shower and was thinking of all of the things that turn me and others on. I was thinking mostly about that rush you get when you first meet someone you think of as attractive or hot.  The tingling in your nether region.  The sweaty palms and the feeling of warmth all over.  Especially the small amount of shyness when you are getting ready to kiss someone.  The nervousness of whether it will be a good kiss and send shivers up and down your spine.  You know that feeling of lust or love or whatever you want to call it that makes you so high that you can't get the other person or persons out of your mind.  The feeling of bliss that makes it so you don't need to eat or sleep.  All you want to do is talk to that person all night long and have mad passionate sex until the break of dawn.  You don't care if you are too tired to work.  It doesn't matter.  All that matters is that next fix of seeing or talking to your new passion. &lt;br /&gt; And as I am writing this I think I must be addicted to these feelings.  It is not that I always need to fall in love, but I do need that passion.  Those overwhelming feelings that I must have this person night and day.  They are all I think about.  &lt;br /&gt;And after you have been married or with someone for awhile, a lot of those feelings go away and change.  The new feelings aren't bad, just different.  But I do miss the chase.  I miss the lust.  I miss wanting and needing to have sex several times a day.  &lt;br /&gt;But then again I am feeling those things again.  Unfortunately they are not for my husband so much.  They are for others.  I wish I could find a woman.  My husband doesn't have a problem with me finding one and keeping her, even if it is just for myself.  As long as I tell him all about it.  The idea of another woman and I having sex turns him on to no end.  But lately it has been men that I have been longing for.  At least the ones I have been talking to.  But in my fantasies and dreams it is always a woman.  &lt;br /&gt;Women are different than men in so many ways.  Of course there are the obvious differences.  But what I am talking about are the differences when you are in a relationship, even if it is just sex.  Women are generally softer and sexier.  They are more willing to hold you all night long.  Just to feel them close to you.  But then feeling her body close to mine and her breasts pressed up against mine just makes my hands wander.  I want to feel every inch of her.  I want to put my fingers on her mound and feel the wetness  pour forth.  She is wanting me just as much.  Her kisses are soft and sweet.  They are sensual and just wet enough.  My nipples are hard as well as hers.  Our legs are intertwined and my fingers feel deep inside her. She whimpers and moans with delight.  And now all I want to do is fuck the hell out of her.  I put on a strap on with a vibrator for her and myself.  I take her arms and slam them against the bed as I ram her till she screams.  We cum together in such extacy.  Then we fall to the bed and gently fall asleep.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in the moonlight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-114599380172842782?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/114599380172842782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=114599380172842782&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114599380172842782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114599380172842782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-fantasy.html' title='My fantasy'/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-114589890655759352</id><published>2006-04-24T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T10:15:06.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave me a message</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/2680A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/2680A.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I don't have much on this site yet.  But I have told a couple people about it and no one has given me any comments.  the funny thing is that I have been going to a couple of other sex blogs and posting a couple of comments here and there and so we have had a little dialogue going on.  So their blogs are getting larger and larger based on  a few of my comments.  They reply with ideas stemming from the comments.  &lt;br /&gt;I know I need to put more stuff on here.  The funny thing is that I have been thinking about sex a lot more these days.  During and after my pregnancy I wasn't allowed to have sex for nearly 6 months.  And when I was finally given the o.k.  when we tried it was incredibly painful.  But lately, over the last 3 or 4 months I have had this insatiable need for sex.  I think about it when I first wake up and all day long.  I have been calling this chat line in town and I have been looking at a lot of porn on the net.  This is kind of unusual for me.  And the sex blogs that I have been reading have been turning me on as well.  One of them actually inspired me to write this.  Plus I wanted something that was more private than my other blog.  Something that I could feel totally free and somewhat reckless in.  But I haven't really had any fantasies much.  Other than having sex with a few of my exes.  And of course I always think about being with another woman.  I just haven't been meeting any beautiful lesbians as of late.  It has been difficult to get a sitter and go find that special woman.  &lt;br /&gt;I guess I will post a few more pics as I find them.  I have been thinking of taking a few erotic photos of myself.  I even told my husband about that one.  He is definitely looking forward to having some home made porn of his wife.  But I don't have a digital camera.  So a friend of mine said she would let me borrow hers.  I originally wasn't going to let my face be shown, but then she had the idea of me wearing a mask. That would be more erotic.  It would add to the air of mystery.  &lt;br /&gt; The wonderful thing about my husband is that he is so turned on by me most of the time.  He doesn't care what I am wearing, if I have had a shower, if the kid is around, if I am tired or anything.  He just wants to bang me all day long.  Thank Goddess for kiddie videos.  &lt;br /&gt;So if anyone has any ideas about what they would like to read about let me know.  I will always take suggestions.  Plus I have alot of stories, it's just that I don't think about them all at once.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-114589890655759352?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/114589890655759352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=114589890655759352&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114589890655759352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114589890655759352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/04/leave-me-message.html' title='Leave me a message'/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-114537869679519926</id><published>2006-04-18T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T09:44:56.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My sexual exploits</title><content type='html'>Well I have been thinking and I know there isn't hardly anything on my blog yet, so I wanted to give you an idea of the kind of person I am and the fun things that I have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is when I say all of these things out loud about me, I feel like a slut.  Even though I have been married for the last four years and with the same man for 7 years.  But I did get pretty crazy back in the day.&lt;br /&gt;I have had sex with about 40 people men and women inclued.  Some of them have been individually and a couple of threesome's thrown in.  I even went three years of being cellibate (sp?).  But for the most part I really enjoy sex and sensuality.  &lt;br /&gt;I enjoy other people's stories and hearing all of their secrets.  Their vulnerablity just turns me on.  I get to see who they really are, even if they have never told another living soul.  Those secrets are my favorite.  &lt;br /&gt;These are some of the places that I have had my sexual exploits.  I have had sex in a church on Easter Sunday, outside a church on the grass at night, in the courtyard with the statues of the saints staring at us.  I have had sex in a park next to the train tracks so that I could scream louder than the train.  That one was a lot of fun. I am very vocal.  Although these days I have to be quiet because of the kid.  I have done it in a car with someone else driving me and me lover, with us in the passenger seat of the Camaro and my hands are up in the air through the T tops as we were going down a winding road in the mountains.  Also a lot of fun.  I have had sex in the public pool at the hot springs in Idaho Springs.  And of course other pools at different apartment complexes.  In a hot tb.  I did it on a train, with basically a complete stranger,  in coach late at night.  So if anyone woke up they deffinitely saw us.  I let someone into my home after just speaking with him on the phone, with all of the lights out and only a few candles burning, so that I didn't even see his face till the next morning.  But what feels good to the touch doesn't always seem like it will when you see that person in the daylight.   Plus it was incredibly erotic.  I have done it on a golf course.  I have had sex in  a 7 eleven bathroom with the employee.  I have had sex with several people on the first date that ended up being long term relationships, including my husband.  I have used hot wax, chains, handcuffs and legcuffs,  silk scarves, feathers,  food, vibrators, dildos, candles, and other toys.   I have danced for my lovers like a stripper.  I have had phone sex and I even did it for a living for a little while.  &lt;br /&gt;There is so much more to tell, but I can't possibly remember it all right now.  So I will go for now, but think of me lying atop you in the park with the full moon out and the light shining upon me almost turning me into an erotic statue of marble.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in the moonlight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-114537869679519926?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/114537869679519926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=114537869679519926&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114537869679519926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114537869679519926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-sexual-exploits.html' title='My sexual exploits'/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-114534855516594243</id><published>2006-04-18T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T01:22:35.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OOOhhh Sexy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/2681A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/400/2681A.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/card43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/400/card43.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-114534855516594243?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/114534855516594243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=114534855516594243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114534855516594243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114534855516594243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/04/ooohhh-sexy.html' title='OOOhhh Sexy!'/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-114534810688145110</id><published>2006-04-18T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T01:15:06.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blonde beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/1600/card47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4214/2760/320/card47.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-114534810688145110?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/114534810688145110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=114534810688145110&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114534810688145110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114534810688145110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/04/blonde-beauty.html' title='blonde beauty'/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26373496.post-114534721657652102</id><published>2006-04-18T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T01:00:16.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So this is my new sex and personal blog</title><content type='html'>O.k. so I hope this is going to be my safe place to write about anything and everything, but we will see.  I will give this address to only a select few and the rest will have to find me on their own.  So I hope you are all in for an interesting ride because I will have a lot to say for the next couple of weeks.  My life is kind of crazy at the moment and I want to be able to vent and feel free.  &lt;br /&gt;I have been talking to this oh so wonderful younger man.  He is intelligent and sexy.  He gives amazing phone sex too.  He has dark short hair and dark skin.  His voice just makes me melt.  When I hear him speak my name I just want to cum.  So I hope the rest of you will want to as well when you read my stories.  &lt;br /&gt;But for now this is only the beginning.  I will write more and often.  I have a lot to say and so many ideas. But goodbye for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in the moonlight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26373496-114534721657652102?l=saphirelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/feeds/114534721657652102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26373496&amp;postID=114534721657652102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114534721657652102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26373496/posts/default/114534721657652102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphirelover.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-this-is-my-new-sex-and-personal.html' title='So this is my new sex and personal blog'/><author><name>Saphire Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00105702182511941446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
