Scene setting part 4 of 4

CRASH!
I stand up...."what the hell...."

"Um...aha... I'm sorry" i said, as she looks at me like i smacked her. What the hell are you doing in here.
"Well ma'am what had happen was i....i...i was finished fixing the air conditioner and i kind of got hot up in the attic and when i came down i...uh... wanted some water but i notice you... uh... was...uh... sleeping and you looked so peaceful that i didn't wanna wake you so i...uh...thought it would be OK if i just got some water."

"Hold on she interjected you just thought it was OK to roam around my house looking for water?"

Well...uh?

"NO it's not OK!! And now look at you; you dropped my Cornish hen out of the frig what the hell was you doing in my refrigerator!!!"

"I was uh getting Ice for the water.

Ice! Ice! Wah?

As I'm watching her face turn red during my whole sorry story i realize how sexy she really is...
"Oh My Gosh... I'm sorry i was just thirsty and u were sleeping".

"Come here... let me tell you something she said as i was picking the hen up off the floor. I finish my glass of water put the glass in the sink and walk around the island in the middle of the kitchen. She just stood there with her hands on her hips as if i had really disappointed her. When we got face to face she was shorter then me so i was looking down at her but I was still afraid to ask cause she looked so angry yet so beautiful...

"Um... you had something to tell me?".

"Yes, thank you for fixing my air and your OK with the water as long as u didn't break anything I'm fine" she said with a cute little smirk on her face. As if she had something else on her mind. While she was saying this i notice that her blouse was partially open and i don't know if it was the bra or her breast that were calling me but i couldn't stop.... Oh my God she is kissing me what is going on...

"I've been wanting to do this since you walked in the door" she exclaimed as she grabbed the back of my head and proceeded to kiss me. So i began to kiss back wow she's an amazing kisser perfect soft lips. She begins to pull on my zipper on my coveralls I could not be in a better place right now. I'm not sure what is really going on but I'm just going with the flow so i unbutton the last three buttons on her blouse and slide her blouse off as we continued to kiss. She finally gets my zipper to unzip and pulls it down to my waist.

"O my!" she said as she starts to rub on my arms and chest. "Lets see what we have under here" she says while she pulls up my tank top and takes it off. She looks up at me and she begins to run her fingers from my chest to my waistline when her hand grazed my abs my stomach quivered. We kiss again and she says "come here i wanna show you something" she grabs my hand leaving her blouse and my tank top on her kitchen floor and walks me to the bedroom.

When we get in the bedroom she turns me around, pushes my coveralls down around my ankles, and pushes me back on the bed. She turned around slowly and playfully sliding her pants down to reveal her lacy Victoria secret boy shorts...

hahaha

THE END

(thanks Jillz for participating)

Structure

So I've been brainstorming for about two weeks now about how i wanted to change my blog... but I'm not really sure how i wanna change it. My creative juices are always flowing but i don't want to make my blog brain surgery and or make my followers/y'all think to much even though i like to keep you think i just feel people get burnt out on trying to decipher things and understand poetic gibberish... but i don't wanna make it super structured cause that's not in my nature.

so i said all that to say this

Will you help me choose?

A. Structure: daily events or subjects mix with creative thoughts occasionally
B. Non-structure : the way it currently is... real mixed with creativity
C. Creative thinking : Nothing but creative pieces with a real background...

Okay... Normally

Okay,
Normally when i begin a post it starts as nothing and turn into this array of words meaning a lot, sometimes coming out as gibberish. i often wonder do my followers/readers really understand what I'm talking about because in my mind it sounds/reads so profound and seems so simple to logically put the metaphors and similes together that i keep writing, or when i write in poem style do my readers realize that i was not meaning to rhyme or to be poetic it just came out that way. When I'm in the mist of a storm in my mind the things that come out aren't whole sentences... their always fragments that make no sense at all. Like in the newspaper by the comics they have the word jumble, sudoku, and crossword puzzles, my thoughts are a mix of all four (that includes the comics). Is it weird for me to read my thoughts and hate every word of it cause i don't think their gonna get it? Is it weird for me to read my thought and think i know what I'm talking about but will they? How do i clarify the mystery's of my mind without losing my creativeness? I've never wanted to be like anyone but me. I have always been a very visual person and can visualize the greatest and the worst things but what if i didn't have that would i be dull. I don't intend on changing but i do often wonder if i were to start writing as i thought would a book i wrote be bought... how many times does a peace of mind talk? Never cause it wouldn't be peaceful if it talked. i won't apologise for my sudoku like codes and crossword like poems and jumbled up words that make more sense to me. i wont apologise for my half true stories that sometimes are more than half true and sometimes not true at all... I wont apologise for following you...i will ask... Would you answer a question if i asked?

I think you should read this...

She came storming into the room screaming and yelling about something; something I have no Ideal what…but it's something shhhhh… let's pay attention maybe we can figure out… YOU MAKE ME SICK, YOU GET ON MY NERVES, I HATE YOU… ok lets tune the rest of this conversation out she's crazy if she thinks I'm gonna pay attention to her snapping at me. But look at her aw! Isn't she so cute when she's mad, "Are you listening to me, she yells. "Yes babe", I replied with no hesitation. "Well!" she paused. As if I was suppose to respond. Let's see the best obvious thing to say is. Umm… you're right babe. I need you to come here real quick though… What! She said with a little head wiggle. Wow, the closer she gets the sexier she looks with that little angry face of hers. Of course it's Sunday night, I'm watching football and she interrupted that but as she walks her sexy mean ass over her I get that horny chill. Yup, my minds made up I'ma jump her. Let's asses the situation she has approximately 4 articles of clothing. That's two and a half minutes if time is used wisely. Shhh she's here. "Babe, look at me I don't understand"… Don't say anything else I said as I put my finger up to her lips. But… shhhh i say as I kiss her. This isn't a normal kiss ya'll it's one of those passionate never-ending, unforgettable kisses. I could feel her guard go down and her body begin to relax in my arms. The kissing gets more passionate and deep, it feels like we're starting to fly we're losing sense of reality our bodies start to join and become one beautiful motion. I lightly slide my hands in the elastic of her skirt to get it to fall. It falls perfectly around her ankles. She looks down and steps out of the polyester ring closer to me by this time I was standing two ways up and out, my old college jogging pants felt like a pair of biker shorts. I can feel the warmth coming off her half-naked body as I lift her shirt with one hand and unbuckle her bra with the other. She slides my pants down knowing im not wearing any draws and starts caressing with her hands at first then she kiss my neck and pushes me back on the couch…. Too be continued.

Scene setting - part 2 of 4

The sound of the a/c has stopped
As I sink deeper into the cushions of the couch...

... I kind of doze off on the couch before my phone rings and jolts me out of my sleep "hu...hu... hello", i say as i wipe the drool from my mouth. "Yes, um mm my a/c unit just went off and i don't know what happen i can't get it to come back on" the sweet voice on the other line said. "Do you think you can come over and fix this for me?","Of course i can", i replied. So i got her address and the numbers off the unit before we got off the phone so i know exactly what tools to bring. I zip my Dickie coveralls back up grabbed my tools out of the shed and hop in the truck. Luckily, she only lived like fifteen minutes away so i got to her house in about 10 minutes. As I weave through traffic like Mario Andretti my memory strikes me... O my God this is Ms. Clark's house. Ms. Clark's is a successful, single, sexy, lawyer or as my buddies call her 3S.L. As i arrive at the house i make it a point to make sure i look presentable. Freshly shaved head... check.... clean breath... check... fresh underarms.... check... Aqua de gio fragrance... check... I ring the doorbell and i heard a voice behind the door say"One moment please" five seconds later i hear click-clack it sounded like a double lock unlatching, the door came open and there she stood...
(to be continued... jill)

Your life story would not make a good book. Don't even try.

You know what i disagree totally with my title i think everybody's life is interesting whether you can write a book that is interesting enough to sale is different because honestly think about it how many peoples lives are like yours...None... right but the problem is what's the difference in the difference? To it's the ability to reach people with it and to evoke emotion. Regardless how good my story is if it doesn't touch you; you wont like me and for example i died and came back 5 days later... But with me just telling you that you don't feel the intensity... Now...

Coming in and out of consciousness only thing i can hear is Jessi saying "stay with me baby". "Please stay awake." The last thing i remember before that is standing in the door way screaming you got this man in my house, in my bed, what the hell were you thinking! I-I-I... can't B!!!!! and then I'm in the ambulance with a plastic mask on my face and my wife looking at me with tears in her eyes. I could feel myself drift out of consciousness and float away from my body as my total existence reached the outside of my body i could see her put her head on my chest and weep it was silent until i heard her thoughts... "Dear lord please don't take him away from me, he is the man of my dreams i know i made a mistake Lord please forgive me!" i woke up five days later from the sun beaming down on my forehead tubes in my nose and my legs numb from laying in the same spot so long. With this paper skirt on the butt out. "Damn it's hot!" i say in the best voice i could with these damn tubes down my throat. "Oh baby...O my gosh... I didn't think... O never mind you're here!" She said... i remember why I'm in here now I caught her ass in the bed with another guy. Um i wonder if she cares for real or if she was hoping i died...