Moods

The mystery of Mother Nature still baffles me to this day...yesterday the skies opened up, pounded and flooded this island consistently with much needed rain...then today, the sun scorched us like summer accompanied by humidity...

The contrast is similiar to my life...my moods, my desires and my choice in mates...

I digress to a story...

I fell asleep underneath the huge white umbrella and was awakened out of my slumber by an unknown touch wiping my eyebrows. When I opened my eyes, Ron stood leaning over me with the most entreating and warmest of smiles. It was so easy to get caught up in his aura and arms. He planted a kiss on my forehead and took my hand and helped me up where he kissed me. I do not know if it was the beers or it was the insatiable feeling of being arouse by this man as he took me in his arms and started caressing my body with his strong hands and playing teasing my nipples with his tongue. Subconsciously my mind was telling me to make him stop as there was some unfinished business I had to take care of but the body has a mind of its own especially when it needs what it needs. He eased my briefs off as I stood there completely naked while he was fully clothed. He stopped me from taking off his clothes. He was completely dressed in a pint strip light weight wool suit with one of those power ties and Stacey Adams shoes. He continued to devour my body and his mouth rested on my left nipple as he bit into it drawing a sigh from me and his right hand squeezed by right nipple. He moved his left hand down the center of my back until he got to my ass and drew me closer to him in a swift movement and inserted his finger. The sensation of all these feelings he was arousing in me had my phallus rock hard and a wanton desire took over me. I could feel his dick pulsating through the wool and my attempts at massaging it through the pants was stopped. Ron told me to relax and enjoy he will do all the touching. I had to have him right there at this moment on chaise lounge. Like I said it was my desire, nothing to do with him. Ron stopped what he was doing, my mind was not a mind it was oblivious mush and he took me in the heat of the day to the French sliding doors and leaned me up against them with my back towards him while he unbuttoned his trouser sipper and let his cock massage the crack of my ass. He kissed all over my neck and back while his hands continually ran up and down rather strongly tugging and massaging my nipples and stroking my dick. He began to breathe heavily and with his right hand use his fingers to prep my ass while sliding them one, two or three at a time in opening me up. Ron could take it no longer when with one thrust he entered me fiercely as I ended up on my toes with that sudden intrusion. I tried to push him off with my hands but he took both of them and pinned them over my head while he used his stroke mastering of satisfying my wanton desire. I was sweating from the tension and heat of the day and I could the wool as it rub against my body. He kept pumping faster and faster and I used my hands to satisfy the thirst of my phallus. We came at the same time and as he withdrew he turned me around and kissed me passionately and with determination whispering he loved me. He sipped his pants and led me to the master bath where we took a shower together. That night we went to dinner and we never discussed what happened that day. I was in love. Since then I tried bringing up the topic but Ron would counter with one question wanting to know if I was happy being with him. Of course I was happy but that did not mean I was fine with the situation.

Time has a way of rectifying situations and six months later I could not take the imposed boundaries of our relationship any more especially after meeting his oldest son in New York at his graduation party. Eloise avoided me like the plague not before telling me that my making an appearance at the party was quite inappropriate. That night in our hotel room at the Ritz Carlton I told Ron that it was over and the reason why I felt the way I did. He made no fuss and he did not even bother to ask why. All he said was to come to bed held me and said he loved me and whatever I had to do it.

I left for home the next day.

QUOTE OF THE DAY
“A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing.” - George Bernard Shaw

Just Another Day

It's another day...this day though is wet and dreary with a continual down pour...days like this nudge at me to stay home...I don't relent for there's nothing warm and cozy to stay with so I opt for work...I'm here in the islands for a few days working some business for my mom...in the mean time and between time make some paper to sustain the stay abroad...

I'm back to Lipton...drawing on it's warmth as it slides down my throat...easing the stresses of the day...there's not much to say other that I'm lonely but not alone, afraid of tomorrow but optimistic about the future...I still do wonder each waking moment--what's next...

Persons asked me to describe or tell them about me...all I say...I'm a simple person trying to live a simple life...in my ideal world...but really...I'm as complex as the universe, molecule by molecule that treds this earth living a destiny unknown to me.

QUOTE OF THE DAY
“ Be true to your work, your word, and your friend.” - Henry David
Thoreau

Fourteen Weeks

It's funny how we never realized how strange life is, until it happens --"he who knows it feels it"--and then again--"in a twinkling of an eye"-- how quickly your life and those close to you changes. Since July 21st, I've never visited or been in and out of one hospital, let alone three, so many times that it's become commonplace--suffice it to say--I abhor this institution of healing and death.

Two days after my last blog submission, my mom was airlifted across the waters in search of answers-- where after six weeks no answers were to be found. Our quest for knowledge was thirsty... the doctors in Nassau couldn't provide it so now it was time to rely on physicians abroad.

I found it very ironic that a private institution "touted" as providing the best possible health care is not able to adequately diagnosis a patient's condition within reasonable time constraints given the "over inflated physican fees" assessed to it's patients. This is one health care facility that the pharse "value for money" almost certainly with a great degree of skepticism--begs to differ. It's health care facilities like this that causes the cost of health care to be exorbitant thus perventing the common man a chance at a better quality of life.

Our fact finding mission has been satisfied to a certain degree--only God knows it all-- as we know now after eight weeks in Florida what we're dealing with, what course of action is the best course of action and how to deal with the fact that it's all about the quality of life now. In those eight weeks, mom has endured countless scans, needles -- blood suckers as she calls them--an operation, moving from a general hospital to a specialization center, constant hook up to oxygen tanks, chemo treatments, constant bouts of weakness, and on and on...and on..

Thus far through it all--- her spirit is high...for her faith in God is strong and formidable...on days that I know she's down...she recites her rosary like she does with her CCD pupils...or she reads her daily word...or takes up her bible...Her strength lies in her belief in God....and its this belief and faith that gives her hope.

QUOTE OF THE DAY
“Do not anticipate trouble, or worry about what may never happen. Keep in the sunlight.”- Benjamin Franklin