Winding, Crooked Trails

Shared Expressions and Musings with a Connection to the Origin of Things and a Surly Hatred of Progress and Development along with a Churlish Resistance to all Popular Improvements (except for HDTV and Dolby 5:1 surround sound and maybe Books on CD) (thanks Ed)

Thursday, July 21, 2005

The SSlainemusebutterflydoll Fantasy

or........Four for One and One for All

Prologue:

You don't know these girls you probably won't get this, you do know them, well, then you already get it. I can't remember how they came together or mabye I just don't know and while I care I'm not sure it matters. There are bonds that are inexplicable and that transcend normal boundaries. This is one of them. From sea to shining sea, from north to south, east to west. A couple toss their pebbles into the Pacific, another into the Atlantic, the other into some northern waterway and as one of them said, when they cry, their tears stream and fall and reach those waterways and eventually find each other, these tears of four into one.

I've joked (only partially joking here) that this could be a ruse, a hoax, and that there really aren't four of them, it's one crafty girl with four blogs. Hey, it could happen. I know of a guy that seduced a woman on here and then approached her as a woman and seduced her again and got bent because she was going out on him with himself. No, it wasn't me, how could you even think that?

Seriously, has anyone ever seen the four of them in the same place at the same time? Show of hands? Didn't think so. See? Unless photographic evidence can be posted here (or on EE if they're naked or in a compromising situation) I say no one can provide the proof I would require to rid myself of this nagging doubt once and for all. Certainly those of you who read them have wondered yourself, I can't be the only one.

But for purposes of this fantasy let's assume they are four distinct entities, four different women from four different backgrounds who have banded and bonded and joined hands and tears. I know what two of them look like. That photo that drew thirty plus comments that Muse posted recently, someone said she should have smiled, nuh uh, go look......christ, I want that look, I can get the smile later. And there was one not too long before that and I remember the one with her son that everyone thinks is her boyfriend or brother.....I know what Muse looks like and I always tell her she is beautiful. And you know I don't lie (not telling you about EE wasn't really a lie, it just slipped my mind)

Flydoll. Remember those pics of her flaming red hair? Curly wavy electric with the light shining on it? Well, I do. And you can see her on her vanilla blog (she's dressed, it's vanilla I said). But my favorite, by far, the one that captures her glory, is the one where she is with her Dad. It's amazing. Her face glows and her eyes shine.

Laine, well I don't know what Laine looks like except in my mind. Every time I see her (it's usually late at night and I'm in bed and....) she is saying......oh yeah. When Laine says oh yeah something really deliciously bad is happening. Oh yeah. Men love Laine, oh yeah they do, who wouldn't. She is how you want your woman to be.

And last but far, far from least....SS. I have seen her feet and they're pretty and feminine and she paints her toes red and has really cool toe rings and you can get a strong sense of her by the way she plants her toes in the sand and kicks around the surf. I think she is the kind of girl you sit on your lap. The kind you brush her hair back off her forehead. The kind that finds it hard to look you in the eye sometimes but when she does you don't ever forget it. I never have any trouble "seeing" SS. At times her emotions are even visible to me which scares us both a little I think but it's kinda cool because sometimes we can talk without words. I don't remember her ever not being something special to me.

That's them. Most of you know them. I can't say enough about what they've meant to me, what they still mean to me. If it's up to me all four of them will stay in my life and believe me they're a package deal.

The Fantasy:

This is a family show (because your adult nieces are welcome here, you know that, I've spoken of it before) so this won't be one of those shameless EE fantasies. It doesn't have to be. In their archives (and in my documents) are some toe curling holy shit read over touch yourself damn...oh yeah....posts that take away any doubt (like there was any) you may have as to their inner sexual beings. I was going to say in touch with their inner sexual beings but that was distracting me.

I share, you know I'm generous by nature, so what kind of fantasy would it be if I didn't have my road dude, parner in word crime and debauchery, yarn spinner, tale weaver Rick dead ass in the middle of my fantasy. It just wouldn't be right would it? Plus, we need someone to serve us drinks in the hot tub and to fluff our towells and regale us with streams of bantered consciousness, yup Ricky.

It's really a quite simple fantasy and it involves nothing leather and nothing that requires batteries or knots and it's even one of the few fantasies I have that doesn't have a spanking theme.

It involves me being surrounded by SSlainemusebutterflydoll in my hot tub and I have to be able to spin, turn, so that I don't have my back to any one of them for very long. But I want to be in the middle of that power, all that womanhood, I want to be graced with that. I want to know what it would feel like to be inches from all of them and to talk to them face to face and feel their breath on my face and see their hair wet and hear them giggle and throaty laugh and watch their eyes dance. I want to be in the middle of that and I want to kiss every one of them one little kiss after another, going round and round, and some longer kisses too but always from one to the other and if somehow they could all four put their lips on my face at the same time, if they could do that, well, I think that would infuse me with something that I'd always have, that I could always feel the rest of my life. Can you imagine? Make sure we're all in focus in the pic Rick.

That's it, that and for Rick to get us another drink. Come on, you think I wouldn't let him experience it too? How often in a man's life could he be given that much? It would change him I tell ya, forever.....wouldn't it Rick? Besides, Flydoll would make sure Rick got his turn. They got this thing you know. Remember when they were being coy about it in the beginning? Yeah, like an elephant in the back yard.

If this had been posted on EE I would have mentioned the four wet suits tossed carelessly on my deck. No wait, five.