Tales Of Miss Scarlett

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Midnight Silhouette

The outline of your profile

The heat from your skin on my shoulder

My fingertips grazing your thighs

My feet tracing the bones of your toes

That is how I shall remember you

Your midnight silhouette

Your cologne

My sweet lullaby

A Rant From the Girl Dancing Barefoot in the Club

Big boobs

Big booty

and lets not forget the vagina that the good God gave me.

And you think I need heels to feel like a woman?

I am above caring if I look “ladylike”

Life is too short for uncomfortable shoes.

And I refuse to be miserable to prove WHO I ALREADY AM to any man, woman or club.

**steps off soap box**

#loveyourlines

I matured fast!

At least that’s what I was told all my life and therefore what I reiterated to others

but mostly to myself

whenever I started staring at what looked like war wounds/claw marks/tiger stripes all over my body.

STRETCH MARKS

like finger prints; they grip my hips, clasp my ass and fondle my bosoms!

I matured fast!

my hormones raged, tectonic plates crashed together & my mountains formed in the north & south faster than my skin could keep up.

STRETCH MARKS

DON’T justify them.

DON’T hide them.

DON’T be ashamed of them.

DO love them.

STRETCH MARKS

proof that you transformed from a girl into a woman.

child bearing hips, nurturing bosoms and buttocks just for the heck it.

like blue prints; they show him where to grip my hips, clasp my ass and fondle my bosoms!

#loveyourlines

*post was inspired by the #loveyourlines movement on instagram

the “…just because it’s Valentine’s Day” post

With Valentine’s Day being only a few short days away,
I thought I would share some romantic quotes that I found. Some are a lil cheesy
…but that’s not always a bad thing lol

“We need a witness to our lives. There’s a billion people on the planet… I mean, what does any one life really mean? But in a marriage, you’re promising to care about everything. The good things, the bad things, the terrible things, the mundane things… all of it, all of the time, every day. You’re saying ‘Your life will not go unnoticed because I will notice it. Your life will not go un-witnessed because I will be your witness.’” –Shall We Dance?

“No. No, you can’t… STOP. Please don’t go away. Please? No one’s ever stuck with me for so long before. And if you leave… if you leave… I just, I remember things better with you. I do, look. P. Sherman, forty-two… forty-two… I remember it, I do. It’s there, I know it is, because when I look at you, I can feel it. And-and I look at you, and I… and I’m home. Please… I don’t want that to go away. I don’t want to forget.” –Finding Nemo

“I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the ages of this world alone.” –The Fellowship of the Ring

“I love you, not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you, not only for what you have made of yourself but for what you are making of me.” -Roy Croft

“Love must be as much a light, as it is a flame.” -Henry David Thoreau

“Love is like a friendship caught on fire.” -Jeremy Taylor

From: Me and My Loves
To:  You and Yours

Happy Valentine’s Day

**p.s the first quote was probably my fav

Fresh Start and Assurances

but then he said

Yes! I have a past. I’ve been in love, I’ve had fuck buddies, girlfriends and “I probably shouldn’t have done that” moments. I come with baggage. There is nothing I can do to change that. In fact, I’d be lying if I told you I regret it. But I can tell you this; I’m in love with you. I want you.  And even though I have history with these females, I’m committed to building a future with you. Let’s move forward together.

….and it made it all better.

The Scarlett Sensation

Fingers are my weakness.

They have a direct path to an elusive spot

and when you mix that with tongue….

….moisture flows.

Mountains; Kilimanjaro in resemblance

But you don’t stomp up these mountains

you gotta float up

with warm breath and a tongue that caresses

and soon….

…peaks appear.

Tease me

Tempt me

Bite me

Screw me.

Knees hit sheets as he plows and he grinds

Innately

Naturally

Instinctively

Biologically.

I succumb.

Words about Us…

Eskimo kisses.

Teasing and playful wrestling.

Holding hands.

Driving in silence.

Listening to a song that was clearly written about my for love you and your love for me.

Inside jokes.

Spooning.

Long hugs.

Falling asleep in a position that I know will hurt my neck and your arm but not caring.

Midday smiley face text.

Falling asleep on the phone but refusing to hang up.

Comfortable silence.

See what we have is more than sex. It’s intimacy at its best.

No fighting it. No changing it.

I’m in love with you. You’re in love with me.

We’re blessed.

Love and Defying Gravity

When I say i’m in love with you it means that you are the first person I think about when I hear a funny joke or see a funny video on YouTube.

It means that when I lay awake at nights in my insomniac state, you are the main topic i’m thinking of. Well the two of us and your smile in particular.

When I say i’m in love with you, it means that when i’m having a not so good day or even a moment, a extra long embrace  from you is all I desire. You know…where my head snuggles comfortably on your collar bone and where my nose is strategically place to maximize the smell of your cologne? Yea that one.

It means that I love how we have to sleep snuggled closely to each other because I always steal the covers. Even when i’m sleeping, i’m trying to be close to you.

When I say i’m in love with you it means that in everything I daydream about the future, from graduations to vacations and to my best friend’s wedding, I imagine you being right there beside me.

And in all my sexual fantasies, you are the featured star.

When I say i’m in love with you it means that I find myself wanting to do  all that traditional woman stuff like cook you dinner, do your laundry, make the house sparkly clean and oh yea bare your children. Let you open doors for me and always let you be the driver. And if being in love with you means silencing my raging feminist  side…i’m cool with it and that’s love!

When I say i’m in love with you..its me telling you that i’m all in.

Because I am you know? And always will be.

Confessions of an Unrequited Lover

He wasn’t the one because he never understood me. He never understood my sarcasm. He never understood that while my words are honest and straightforward, they aren’t the end all or be all of what I am saying. He never understood that he had to look deeper to understand that behind every word is just a young woman with good heart trying to find another soul that gets her. He never understood that to truly get me, is to first admit that I am a hard person to understand.

He wasn’t the one because I never found him funny. His jokes fell flat and his storytelling was atrocious. There was never a guarantee that he would lighten the mood. The twinging of his lips, the raising of his eyebrows was never enough to send my head back, hands being clapped, mouth open but no sound coming out because everyone knows that’s how I laugh when I find something truly funny. I doubt he found me particularly funny either.

He wasn’t the one because I always had to be smiling. Not every grin is a smile and that is not the only way I convey happiness.  When my smile has subsided and my voice goes too soft, i’m not hurt nor am I sad. It just means i’m relaxed enough to exist and not be concerned about keeping up appearances. It means I think the interview has stopped and that silence can be comfortable.

He wasn’t the one because his lips didn’t make my world spin. His lips were forgettable. His lips were too small, too dry and left no impression. His kisses just left me thinking about the last lips that I bit and pulled. He had too much passion and I had too little. His lips just weren’t right.

He wasn’t the one because I could never sleep like a baby next to him. He never had the ability to calm my spirit, settle my mind and make me so relaxed that I could drift off into dreamland as easy as 1-2-3. Falling asleep next to him..or even better on his chest was not  a desire that I had and the thought of  waking up in his arms didn’t make my heart smile.

He wasn’t the one because simply my dear…he wasn’t you.

30 second rule of sex

I think there should be a 30second rule when it comes to sex.
This would be similar to the 5 second rule that we have with food. If its on the floor for less than 5 seconds it doesn’t count

So….
If the penis is in for less than 30 seconds?? It shouldn’t count either!
whether it be
she changed her mind. he changed his mind
a one stroke teaser
or he was just too “quick on the trigger”
if it was less than 30seconds it shouldn’t count!
maybe it was an accidental slip in during some not-so-dry humping
why should that count??
or it was “wait wait are you in? i don’t feel anything??” and then he came!
in my world, if that all was under 30seconds then it don’t count

The 30second rule
these are the rules i am choosing to live by
and so should the rest of the female population

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