Delicious...

It's how I feel.

Daydreaming...

Kiss me softly, slowly and sweet…
…Exquisite passion rich with heat-
Separate my body and my mind…
…Allow our desires to dance entwined-
Consume the flames of my burning desire…
…kindling sensuality that angels inspire.

TaTa Tits...

In a rather rude email I received, I was asked if I had big tits… is that the kind of question you seriously initiate a conversation with? I think not… my response: “My nipples are probably a lot bigger than your brain… but I’m just guessing.” I don’t think he got the insult… considering his rebuttal was ‘I love big nipples’ -but that’s ok… some people are better off left with nipple brains, life is simpler that way.

I like to describe myself as a voluptuous woman… I’m a thick girl, got some meat on my bones… working on getting in better shape and doing a pretty decent job. I prefer the term breasts, boobies or tatas when my chestly appendages are being addressed casually. The term tits can be used for more frisky occasions… I do not like the terms hooters, headlights, milk jugs, floaties or man pillows.

When I was going through puberty, my sister would make fun of my premature tatas by calling them mosquito bites. Now, when I hear the phrase ‘Mosquito bites’ I glance down at my chest and say… ‘You’re not mosquito bites anymore, are ya girls?’ Smile, and carry on.

So, now it’s on your mind… are they big? In my opinion, I think they are just the perfect size. And yes, that’s all I’m going to leave you with. I’m cruel that way.

Warmth

Was fairly chilled all day today. Longing for someone to warm up my body… BUT…

Something upset the stomach Goddess today. She felt the need to punish me and make me pay homage to the Porcelain God. Why?!?! I missed out on a date! I missed out on pitching woo! Woe is me! WOE IS ME!

My system is all screwed up since I’ve been working on losing weight… now if I eat anything in the least bit heavy with fats & grease… my stomach screams bloody redrum! It’s getting to the point that coffee even upsets my stomach…

Oh my sweet Lunar Goddess, I beseech thee!
Please don’t take my heavenly coffee away from me!
I love the brew and its luring aroma…
It brings me to life- out of lethargic coma.
I love the sugar and French vanilla cream…
If I can no longer have coffee, I’ll most certainly scream!

Woe is me! I pitched no woo! AND my toys didn’t come in.

WOE IS ME!!!

Nothing Extraordinary

Something old, nothing thing new-
Too many pieces, and I’ve lost a few…
Time is ticking, my body ages…
Such a thick book with empty pages…

Take my heart, take my soul…
Take these pieces and make them whole.

Something old…
My George is getting so frail. My heart is just shattering. He can’t hop up on my bed anymore… he cries more… he wakes me up in the middle of the night to help him onto my bed so he can warm his bones next to me. I will take him to the vet this week… and see if there’s anything I can do… medication, surgery… ANYTHING to help my puppy. Awful thoughts creep into my head and I make myself cry- dreading the day I have to let him go. When he goes, so will every bit of pure, natural joy I have in my life.

Something new…
I had an amazingly great kiss yesterday… but it was also incredibly empty. Thought I would meet a newfound friend for dinner. Had great conversations, and an oh-so-melt-me-to-the-core kiss that was completely defunct…

He found me… he called me… he instigated the kiss… and I ended the evening. Am I nuts? Why yes, yes I am. I am fickle. He was beautiful, tall, muscular, and had an incredibly deep sexy voice… but was as hollow as an abandoned locust carapace.

I have two very generous, loving people who have started to care for me… but something inside of my heart still wants something that is genuinely mine… something inspired by my soul- not by my sexual nature. That will be tough... being as sexual as I am… it tends to void out any of my other characteristics. People are blinded.

Too many pieces…
Work is getting so crazy for me. They are piling on the load… my temp SUCKS and I don’t have time to mess with idiocy. I don’t have time to fix a $10,000 printer that she keeps causing issues with… and I don’t have the budget to purchase a new one. The latest ruin… a $500 imaging belt inside the printer.

My patience is very thin… and I know I wear my aggravation on my sleeve. I don’t have time to pick up some other temp and start from scratch. The regional president hasn’t approved the hiring of an experienced graphic designer… you pay for what you get… and by the Goddess they will hire me a new assistant that is intelligent!!! If I have to sacrifice my April raise… damnit I will… that’s how bad I need assistance.

Time is ticking…
Yep… time is blazing by like a field of hemp ignited by a lightening bug that freakishly spontaneously combusted.

Such a thick book…
There are many many aspects of Robin. Most of which I try to convey in the images I post and the poetry I write…

Right now, take away the mundane drudge… and I’m left with nothing but empty pages. I’m ready for my trip to the Grand Canyon. I’m ready for my trip to California.

I am ready for some exhilarating life, some grand adventure…

10 Naughty Things...

Here is a list of 10 naughty sexual things about me. Now keep in mind, the order of this list has nothing to do with how much I favor each item… it’s just a list of things I like.

1. Amo la penetrazione profonda.
2. Amo un lento, linguetta grassa.
3. Amo dare il piacere orale.
4. Amo il mio collo ho leccato, baciato e morso.
5. Amo fondling dei miei seni.
6. Amo guardare il masturbation.
7. Amo leggermente essere sculacciato sul mio pu**y.
8. Amo prendere in giro sessuale.
9. Ho orgasms multipli.
10. Godo guardare la pornografia.

You didn’t realize I was going to make you work for it…. did you? Hehe…
Though the dialect may be off just a smidge… this is Italian… and I’m sure you will understand what I meant. Hopefully you’re interested enough to figure out what to do to read it.

Enjoy.

Stimulating....

I have such a vivid imagination… I see things perfectly in my mind…

Describe it to me and I instantly imagine it… whisper something in my ear and the image rapidly forms to create a splendid scene.

My toys didn’t come in… *sigh*

I didn’t go do my taxes… I got stuck in traffic thanks to the rain, a couple of wrecks… I got home really late. Plus, I was really grumpy after that… if I ended up going and finding out I owed taxes… Goddess have mercy.

It usually takes me 45 minutes to drive home, on a smooth traffic free drive… but if there’s a wreck… it took me 45 minutes just to get out of Arlington… and that usually only takes about 10 minutes.

I need pampering… who can get I get to run me a hot bath, prepare me a nice dinner, and give me a message of many pleasures???

Today's Quote...

I came across this quote while perusing the blog world today. It is soOo perfect.

 "You're beautiful, and I love you.
I just don't like you anymore."

Oh how awesome... because it's true. There are people I think are beautiful people, that I love deeply- but I just don't like anymore... I'm sure there are a couple of you that think just the same about me.

This quote came from the cable show 'Dead Like Me'

Breath...

IRS, Please Don't Take My Money!

Ok everyone, please send positive thoughts, prayers, chants, charms and spells safeguarding my income tax from being taken by the IRS.

I’ll be filing my taxes tomorrow… and I hope I hope I hope I don’t have to pay taxes. I entered a higher tax bracket last year… not to mention this year I’ve gotten a dollar raise and will expect another in April (next year will be soOo scary).

Robin wants to go to the Grand Canyon in March, not to mention pay a few months ahead on my student loans… and California in May to see my Samantha! Mmmm… Samantha.

Where was I… oh yeah… please chant:

Robin will get a nice juicy tax return this year, and NOT have to pay the IRS.

Do that three times then blow me a kiss for luck! Paaaaaaalease!

My Fair Lady

10 Things I Find Sexy About Women

10. Long legs. Silky smooth legs that go on for miles. MmmM
9. Well groomed, fresh appearance… smelling heavenly. You don’t have to be made up all the time, but even when you are just bummin’ for the day… looking clean and fresh is oh-so-sexy.
8. A romantic… you can’t always count on a man for romance… but a woman will definitely romance her lover.
7. A cook. This goes for both men and woman… I’ve always associated good times with good friends and good dining. If you have great cooking skills… you’re sure to woo me through my belly!
6. A deep voice… not masculine… but not some squeaky high-pitched dimwit whine. I like low humming tones, soft whispers and robust laughs. Squeaky whining is a nerve racking to me and screeching nails sliding across a chalk board.
5. Affectionate. A woman who likes to touch my hair, stroke my skin or physically be close to me. This includes enjoying long passionate kisses, brushing her lips slowly across mine…
4. Confident women, not too arrogant, who feel comfortable in their own skin.
3. Boobies! Who in the world doesn’t like ta tas?!?! I don’t care if you are gay, straight or an alien species… Boobies rock!
2. Shapely, curvy women. No beanpoles. If I can count the knots of your spine, or your ribs… it’s nasty. I like the softness of women, the warmth… not a cold boney skeleton who may have a size 0 waste- look good in any outfit, but has no meat to love on when the clothes are gone. I don’t know anyone who is attracted to the skeletal look… plus, I like woman that don’t come off as too fragile to romp around vigorously!
1. Charm, wit and intelligence. I love a woman who appears coy, but is ingeniously clever. There’s nothing a little lip biting and eyelash batting can’t charm with motive.

What is your favorite characteristic that you find sexy in a woman? Stop, delurk and comment!

I am the Beast

I think back in another post, someone mentioned with all the passion I claim to have, they bet I could be a sheer bitch.

Duh… seriously… no need to bet honey… it’s a fact.

We all have the means within us to be a devious devil on occasion… especially when called for…

I’ll let you in on a little secret… I am the beauty and the beast. I can place you on a throne and lavish you with gifts and affection… but remember, I am selfish as hell… I’m a brat, I’m spoiled… and I am damn proud of it.

I have given to no end before… and nearly had the life sucked right out of me… (and for the record, this is a general statement, so don’t take it personally those of you who know me)But when I feel unappreciated, when I feel taken advantage of… used and abused… you bet you’ll see the bitch in me rise to the occasion.

I have learned to say no, and I say it a lot… if I say yes to you… you are lucky indeed. I have also learned that I can’t tolerate bullshit anymore. I’ve got absolutely no need for it, no room for it in my life and I am sick of the games. I mean what I say and I say what I mean… if I had something to complain about, trust me… I’ll go directly to the source first.

I have been dirt poor and I have been damn wealthy… and I worked hard to get to a comfortable spot in my life. But if I’m ever so generous to you, and you don't offer the slightest bit of courtesy or gratitude… damn skippy that bitch will come out.

With me, there’s nothing I don’t warn you about… given the necessity. With every long-term relationship I’ve had (and ended) I have forewarned them of the possible dangers. I give them a chance to think about it, possibly change the situation… and if it doesn’t… I will follow through with action instead of a warning.

The first thing I tell them is if they want babies… they need to move on- NO BABIES FOR ME THANK YOU. One day I’ll blog about my 50 million reasons why NOT to have children. And it has absolutely nothing to do with meeting the right person…

The second thing I tell them is if I feel unappreciated or taken advantage of… I will stop being generous and nice… and I will no longer cater to your needs. I’ll swipe that golden throne right out from under your buttocks and watch you fall to the floor.

Anything else is saved for when/if the relationship evolves to a serious, exclusive long-term engagement.

And the ultimate make me a bitch thing is “I will not settle for anything less than spectacular.” If you pay attention, you’ll learn that money really doesn’t play that much of a role in it… it’s knowing me, knowing my taste, my pleasures- my joys. You ignore/forget/overlook those things… should you make assumptions or guesses… damn sure to get an unpleasantly cold response from me.

Other than that… I can be the most loving/supportive/generous/sexual person you’ve ever met… both emotionally and physically. After all, I am the beauty and the beast… and if you want me… you’ll have both. Keep the beast tamed and well fed, love the beauty and spoil her rotten. All will be balanced… Zen in the realm of Robin.

Je vous veux à…

Touchez-moi, tenez-moi, embrassez-moi et aimez-moi.

That is French, for those of you who are curious to know what it says.

Panty Predicament

Since I’ve been losing weight, my clothes are gradually getting too large for me. (I’m not complaining, trust me!) Especially my panties. They are sliding down when I walk… at the most inopportune moments… where I can’t just reach in and pull them up! But… it is kind of funny when I’m talking to a male… if only he knew my panties were sliding down… what would he think… and I laugh quietly to myself. I’m so naughty.

I’m guessing it’s time to go panty shopping.

Mad George

Here’s a new pic of my baby George. He was upset with me because I was working on the computer and he wanted my attention. So, he crawled up under my bed. I caught him peeking his head out because he thought I left the room.

Then, this morning I took a couple of snaps… trying to smile. But, to no avail. You can tell I'm so very tired... I wish I could sleep one solid night! Anyway, here they are… blackened circles under the eyeballs, half-cocked and teeth baring wanna-be smiles. Enjoy!

Odious Odium

Just a collective of negativity expressing itself through one face, one image. Gotta get it out of my system.

Requested Normality

View At Your Own Risk

It was requested, recently- that I post some un-shizzle-jazzled pictures of myself. Well... these pictures are pretty much the only regular photos I have that are up-to-date... though they are posed snaps... I have not jazzled them up yet. The lighting is dark though… for added drama.

Just for you Mr. Curious! And if you keel over from being frightened… or if you are permanently blinded from the hideousness, forever cursed with the black rings around my eyeballs- remember… You made the request…

Beyond Flesh...

10 Reasons I Model Myself

Just incase you are wondering if I’m just narcissistic due to all the pictures of myself on blog… here is a list of 10 reasons why I use my own self in most of my art.

10. I’m free. I don’t charge an arm and a leg to model for myself.
9. I’m convenient. I can take the pictures I need/want when ever I want/need to.
8. I can pose exactly how I want… with the exception of full body shots.
7. I can use my web cam. Why yes, the pictures are from my web cam- amazing eh? So no film to develop, no up linking or extra memory chips required… it’s already on my computer!
6. I have 100% complete rights to all my work.
5. I don’t require alcohol to get naked for the pictures.
4. I don’t have to drag special lighting around.
3. It’s a means to entertain myself when I am bored.
2. It constantly reminds me that I would not make a very good porn star. I’m way too fat.
1. And the main reason I do so many self-portraits: I won’t freak out if I create some totally funky, freaky, ugly piece of art. I tend to not offend myself… unless I fart… but that’s an entirely different story involving black beans.

Though, occasionally you will see different people- it’s usually only the people I care about in some way and people who don’t freak out… about pictures anyway.

There you have it… though I would still love to get some pictures from you lurkers… I’ll probably stick to self degradation… er- I mean self-portraits.

Magic Eight Ball

My nephew’s 17th birthday was this past Friday. My sister, being the silly mom that she, is bought goofy party favors, one of which was a mini magic eight ball.

Considering I am actually studying divination, I figured I would get a little practice in with the magic 8. Here’s how it went:

Me: ‘Oh mighty magic 8 ball… will I win the Texas Lotto?
8 ball: Rely on it.

WoOhoO!

Me: Magic 8 ball, one day will I be rich and famous.
8 ball: Doubt it.

Me: Magic 8 ball, will I continue to have success with my weight loss?
8 ball: Yes.

Me: Magic 8 ball, will a man fall in love with me soon?
8 ball: no answer, it was stuck on a corner.
Me again: 8 ball, will a man fall in love with me soon?
8 ball: Ask later.
Me one more time: 8 ball, will a WOMAN fall in love with me soon?
8 ball: No doubt.

Ok, good enough.

Me: Magic 8 ball, will I get laid this upcoming weekend?
8 ball: Looks good.

Alright! Score!

Me: Magic 8 ball, should I buy some sex toys online tonight?
8 ball: No.

Damn it! I already did!

Me: Magic 8 ball, will I enjoy the sex toys I purchased online tonight?
8 ball: Sorry, No.

Damn it again!

I then proceeded to chuck the Magical 8 ball in the trash… thus ending my divination session. Ok… so I didn’t chuck it… but I came damn close to it!

Do you have a question for the magic 8 ball?  Click HERE.

Speaking Sex Toys, Again...

So in a previous blog, I mentioned that I have no sex toys. All that will change in exactly 1 week! Hoorah! But damn those things aren’t cheap! Not the interesting toys anyway.

I will refrain, to your dismay, from providing the tantalizing details… but let’s just say, I’m excited and can’t wait! I purchased 3 things… 2 toys and a little sheer lacey dress thing that totally rocks. Now I just need someone to wear it for!

Hey! The magic 8 ball said my chances of getting laid this upcoming weekend, so I’ll keep it handy for quick access. LOL.

Allergic Reaction

On a sour note… I had a severe allergic reaction to something today… it happened right as I got out of the shower. My eyes swelled almost completely shut. Totally sucked… I don’t know if there was something on the bathroom counter or what, but I ended up rubbing my eyes, and bam! My eyes swelled up something fierce, and I could barely see. Some Benadryl, a cold press and 3 hours later- the swelling finally went down enough for me to see. Talk about freaky…

I ended up ditching a friend today because of that, and I feel extremely bad about it. But, he doesn’t have a phone, although he does have hi speed internet access lol, so I couldn’t call him… and my eyes were so swollen I couldn’t get online. I guess I’ll see how upset he is at me tomorrow.

Synapse

Insomnia...

I can't sleep... I usually do not sleep through an entire night. The circles under my eyes grow a little darker everyday.

I don't want sleeping pills- I don't want a sleep aide of any type.
My body is soOo tired... my eyes constantly flood with tears of exhaustion, but still no sleep.

So I’ll post a poem I wrote a while back, on another night I couldn’t sleep.

As I lay in my bed,
haunting thoughts race through my head.

Thoughts of the past, present and what is to come-
tingling sensations turn my body numb.

Tears of anger, sadness and pity-
trying to set my emotions free.

Restless, my body aches for peace-
impatiently waiting for this mayhem to cease.

Hush, these thoughts that stir in my head-
Hush! I groan and toss in my bed-
Hush, these echoes that churn in my ears-
Hush! I sob- face drenched with tears.

Hush! I say so sleep I may!
Hush I pray so rest comes my way!

Now Damn it!

All is Full of Love

I apologize if I worried some of you with my depressing posts/images. I do appreciate the kind comments, caring emails and phone calls of cheer. I had to get a sudden shock of disappointment off my chest… I gave one day and a couple of dreams to mourning to the loss of a friend.

Today, though still a wee perplexed and bemused at the reasoning behind this loss- I am much better after giving the situation some thought.

Some spirits are just meant to be free… to change directions as the wind blows. Sometimes, if a free spirit is weighed down by stress- they can be a bit insensitive and lash out- unjustly at times.

I lash out occasionally, I have and I probably will again… it’s just human nature to experience high’s and low’s, sometimes unfairly punishing the people in your life.

I figure if the friendship was true and honest- if it had any meaning at all, then it will not be completely banished. All will be forgiven and the page turned.

If it was not… I will take what inspiration/knowledge/experience I gained and store it in my heart to remember when I get old. And- I am thankful for what was given to me, even if it was just a slip of breath that stopped to whisper in my ear for a second, then drift on to another destination.

Either way, I am content knowing I experienced that person. I will not wish, I will not hope, I will not regret… I will accept it for what it is and/or what it was.

Being human means multifarious emotions that sometimes require a multifaceted understanding and regard. Finding two humans who can honestly and openly accept each others flaws- yet still preserve the value of their friendship- is a truly exceptional oddity.

Melancholy Melodrama

I didn’t expect this great sadness…
I didn’t realize my feelings were so profound…

How frightening…

Am I really that sensitive?

Heartache

A drop of color cast upon a lover’s face…
As a kiss was blown and carried by the wind…
A vision of beauty, inspiration and grace-
Ill prepared to suffer an unwarranted end.

A liquid shade of blue fills my eyes…
As a bitter kiss scornfully impales a sting…
A blind assumption provokes my cries…
Besieged to endear a shattered dream.

How my heart now does sadly weep…
Only left a memory to reminisce…
Away the beauty will slowly creep-
With a friendship I will truly miss.

My heart aches and hesitantly withdraws…

Fleeting...

The Wind Revisited

The Wind teasingly played with my hair-
caressing my body with tender care.

It whispered to me softly- the sweetest things
and made me feel as though I had wings.

You can read the rest of this poem, as well as others I have written, by clicking my poetry link below.

Bra Blessing

Special thanks to 'D' for showing me the proper way to wear my bra. Though I prefer not to wear one at all, I might as well get the full support from them... perks up my cleavage! And who doesn't love perky tatas!

Disappearing Acts

Easy come, Easy Go… Isn’t it strange how many people come into your life and suddenly disappear with out a trace?

I could understand if turmoil was the cause of the disappearance… but when things appear to be going well, when you have a friendship established and the last time you talked the conversation was left on a positive note- then suddenly that person disappears- it’s quite baffling. Not to mention quite disappointing.

No phone call, no email no text message… just *poof*… vanished seemingly off the face of the earth.

You know- with friends it’s generally a common courtesy that you say: ‘Hey, I’m going to be really busy or out of town, so you may not hear from me for a while.’ Otherwise, it leaves people hanging… left to ponder what gruesome demise you have suffered to totally disappear with out a word- without warning. One left in this manner may also ponder: ‘What did I do to piss that person off soOo much that they just *poof* out of my life.’

I rarely let people in for this particular reason. You know that list I wrote up about 10 things I suffer to find… that wasn’t all about myself… it was about finding some of those traits in other people. It is so tough to find true friends today. People you can trust and count on to be your loyal honest pal.

People care less and less about small friendships- throwing them away with yesterday’s garbage. Not having enough respect or meaning for them to say good-bye. This makes it very difficult for me to trust anyone and let down my people-repelling force field.

And what happens if a person that had disappeared for a few months suddenly resurfaced? What if they try to contact you… what do you say? Me… I tell them ‘Man I thought you were dead or something, you just vanished.’ Unless they give me an extremely good reason- (death in the family and I had to take time away from the world… I got sent to Iraq on a moments notice… I had a sex change and wanted to surprise you as Hilda instead of Henry) I’m going to tell that person that they must not have had any value for our friendship or respect for me as a person to let me know they were going to be gone a while. Then I would probably not have much to do with that person from that point on.

Think that’s harsh? That’s how I feel. I wouldn’t go *poof* on you without warning… I respect my friends more than that… I may not tell you what exactly is going on, but I would at least let you know I was going to be out of commission.

What are your thoughts on disappearing friends? What would you do if they resurfaced after a few months?


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Before & After... VOTE!!!

I thought I would post a before and after image of a piece I just made. Let me know what you think of the transformation! Vote!

What do you think of the transformation?

Wow... I mean, WOW. Cool! Eh, I've seen better. It down right sucks... I like it!

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Art Poll #2

What do you think of this digital art piece?

You never cease to amaze me woman. Groovy! Bright Colors! Good, but not as good as some of your other pieces. Looks like an acid trip to me... I like it!

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Rubber Ducky, You’re NOT The One

All squeaky and yellow… you’re a handsome fellow!

SoOo… my endeavors of the on-line dating scene are at an end. FREAKS! 98% of all men that contacted me freaked me out in some way. Either they were too old, too horny or too strange. I failed to mention how a couple of my dates went… as well as on-line chat/video dates.

What could possibly be strange in my eyes, considering I, myself, am an oddity?

10. Telling me you loved stroking you mama’s silk nightgown when you were young. I’m thinking you might need a psychiatric evaluation.
9. Telling me your third leg needs a crutch to stand on its own… (yeah… I couldn’t tell if the guy was attempting to brag or let me know his penis was broken…)
8. Getting jealous over me speaking to other people even though we have never actually met. Danger, Will Robinson! DANGER!
7. A date is set, we agree to meet and he calls me 5 times in thirty minutes, before I’ve actually headed out, to see what I’m wearing, if I’ve left yet and to confirm what time/where we are meeting- even though he made that decision already. Needy?!
6. Talk about making babies. Did you read my profile buddy?!?! I said no babies for me, thank you! And if you are talking about sex, please refrain from the profane use of the ‘making babies’ phrase- even if its just practice. BIG mood killer for me. BIG MOOD KILLER.
5. Tell me I’m killing you with my sexy hot eyes… I think pummeling you to death with my eyeballs wouldn’t be as easy or as sexy as one might think.
4.Showing me your man boobs on the web cam… Dude, if your boobies are bigger than mine… I might get an inferiority complex- nah, that’s just nasty!!! ****shutters****
3.Telling me you are unemployed will end the conversation right then and there!
2. Offering a web cam peep show, when you’ve got nothing to show. Uhhh...is that your thumb?
1. And for the biggest loser… the guy who told me that I’d be extremely hot and sexy if I lost weight… Honey the Goddess made me a voluptuous woman, I’m soft and warm… I am damn sexy when I want to be… and oh yeah- If you had half a brain maybe you wouldn’t have been single for 3 years, developing calluses on your hands! SUCKER!

Soul Kiss...

10 Things I find Sexy in a Man

10. Well dressed and well groomed. This doesn’t mean wearing suits all the time, but that you own a suit or two, that you have style and a good taste of clothing. Grooming is important, clean cut- both above and below.
9. Well defined jaw line… but not too chiseled.
8. Willingness to try something new and have an unplanned adventure.
7. Broad shoulders… wrap your arms around me and let me lay my head on your shoulder.
6. Long, muscular legs. I love tall men with long sexy legs.
5. Clever & witty charm- with a sense of humor.
4. Confidence… but not overbearing confidence. I like a man who knows what he wants and is not afraid to work hard to get it.
3. Initiative. A man willing to go the extra mile to make sure things are done right, or do something extra to make an experience special and the best it can be. Putting effort into all endeavors. Especially me!
2. A deep voice. There’s nothing like a man with a deep voice whispering my name in my ear. A deep voice is very masculine and seductive to me.
1. A man who knows how to kiss. A long, slow tongue massage like our tongues are making love. None of that washing machine, spin cycle crap.

Empty...

10 Things I Suffer to Find

10. Confidence: freedom from doubt
9. Reason: the capacity for rational thought
8. Freedom: the power to act or speak or think without externally imposed restraints
7. Unity: an unreduced or unbroken completeness or totality
6. Harmony: congruity
5. Hope: the general feeling that some desire will be fulfilled
4. Faith: a strong belief
3. Peace: the absence of mental stress or anxiety
2.Trust: certainty
1. Love: a deep feeling of affection

Lick My Boots....

Get down on all fours, slave! Lick my new Black Leather… 3 inch heel bad girl boots… purchased from my new fav shoe site...

Zappos

I ordered them Monday, 1/10 and got them Wednesday, 1/12. They were 40% off… and you have the marvelous pleasure of licking them…

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Color Me...

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What is your opinion of this particular piece of art?

It totally rocks! Keep up the groovy work! I like it! It's ok, not as good as some of your other pieces. Were you on crack or something when you made this? Lady, this is crap.... time to change your profession.

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Ant in the Eyeball!

So I’m plugging away at work today… seriously busy, super-freaky-I’m-already-pooped-and-it’s-2:45pm-busy.

I notice this wee little ant crawling across my monitor… so I take a piece of tape, stick the little critter to it, and chunk it in the trash. (Yes I know, I’m a horrible cruel person for killing an ant and making him suffer a horrible death stuck to tape in my trashcan) I looked around for more ants but didn’t find any and blew it off to- he’s the scout… scouting the parameter.

Well a little while later… I get this itching in my eyelash. I’m thinking a piece of my hair has fallen into my eye and irritated it… I try to brush it out… no dice chico. So I pull out the ol’compact mirror, and what is it in my eyelashes? An ANT!

That’s a first… I’ve never had an ant in the eye before. I was trying to pick him out and he actually fell onto my eyeball. Thank Goddess he didn’t sting my eyeball…

Now, I feel like I have little critters running all over my body! Ack! Ack! My head itches, my back itches and my legs… my arms… any little thing I brush up against is making me think: ANT! I couldn't even imagine how freaked out I would be if that was a spider...

Scratch my back please?
oOoh yeah… riiiiiight there….
MmmmM….
A little to the side… OoOoh… that’s good…
O-O-O-right there! Right There!
That’s it! Yesssss!
Don't stop! Don't Stop!

One Man...

10 Things That Piss Me Off

10. Pee on the toilet seat or pee dribble on the floor just in front of the toilet. If I stumble in the bathroom after just waking up and step/sit in pee… I’m sure to bitch. If you are a woman and you do this… you are a damn unsanitary skank! Oh yeah… ever heard of cleaning your ass crack when you shower? Sheesh And groom your damn pubi! I don't want to see scraggly pubi left all over the place.

9. Big 18-wheeler Truck drivers… need I say more?

8. Stepping in a wet slimy cat hairball or vomit or poop outside. That just chaps my hide and grosses me out! Fortunately, my cats hide their hairballs behind the sofa.

7. Hair in my food. It’s ok if it’s my hair… and if you are close to me… ok… I can handle it… but if I go out and some stranger’s hair is in my food, it makes me lose my appetite and I end up being hungry later… which in turn then puts me in a bitchy mood. Don’t mess with the grub…

6. Being nosey and rummaging through my stuff without asking. If I bring home a bag and leave it on the counter… don’t go digging through it! What if it’s tampons? Or Douche?! If I’m writing something, don’t stand over my shoulders reading it either… you will only gain a look of murderous death from me… “Do You MinD!?!?!”

5. Having sex without a happy ending. The whole point of me having sex is to have the happy ending! If you get yours, I’d damn sure better get mine! The only time this is voided out is during Mother Nature’s curse… however, the frustration still remains… and I’m sure to be damn bitchy.

4. Someone not following through with something they agreed to, without having a legit excuse. If I invite you to an art show, and you don’t come because you overslept… Grrrr! That was damn important to me and you will never be invited again… EVER.

3. Over-analyzing or exaggerating something I said. If you didn’t understand me, ask what I meant… but don’t twist the shit out of it and make it into this whole melodrama. Or blow it off… and move on…

2. Grab my fat… don’t do that… don’t pinch the flub… I’m liable to smack you and shout loudly “What the hell do you think you are doing?!?!” You NEVER grab/pinch/poke a woman’s flub… You’d better write that down.

1. The all time piss-off winner is, Making me repeat myself more than twice. RAHHH! I have this 3 strikes and you’re out rule… Once is ok… twice- um ok- three times… WTF?! No!, I don’t want a stinking piece of cake! No!, I’m not fucking hungry/thirsty… if I told you once, and didn’t change my mind the second time… don’t go for a third. Either you don’t believe me, weren’t listening to me or are so damn insecure you need reassurance every couple of minutes. Twice is enough… if you honestly didn’t hear me/understand me… you’d better wait a few minutes before asking me again… cause I will be sure to snap! “I told you already!! Geez, what do you want from me, a notarized statement?!?”

Floating Kisses...

Pelvic Thrusting

Wow! I had no idea I could learn to move my hips/pelvis the way I was shown last night. No, no… so sorry… not sex heh. I had a lesson in Belly Dancing! But I do have a pretty good theory that this will greatly improve my sexual movements! After a couple more lessons and practicing… I’ll have to find a subject to test that theory on…

Yay! It rocks… I’m sore this morning and happy about it! What a good focused workout. I’ll be having these lessons every Tuesday now, and practicing on my own in between lessons. When I drove home last night, I couldn’t turn my hips off lol… just kept moving them side-to-side, back-to-front, around and around… You may think that’s an easy thing… but you just don’t realize how stiff you are until you try to move just one hip, keeping your torso straight and in line. It was AWESOME!

Highway Patrol

While swinging my hips on the drive home… I got pulled over by a highway patrol man. I had a headlight out… I got just a warning- but I must say he was an awesome, tall, chiseled, handsome man. *DroOl* I’m sure he knew I was ogling too… cause after I signed the warning slip… I gave him a full out body scan head to glorious toe and a big smile burst across my face.

Oh those tight patrol man pants… he handed me the slip, while looking directly into my eyes… still smiling and penetrating his eyes with my own- I tried to send a telepathic message… “Officer, you can pull me over anytime…”

I should have accidentally dropped the slip/pen so I could watch him bend over… “MmmM Rrrraarrrhh” But... then I would have been tempted to slap that ass, and would have gone to jail.

Damn, me so horny.

Hit Meter

Ok, hit meter coming off… going to make me too self-conscious, lol. In a 24 hour time span, my blog has 321 page loads, 115 unique visitors, 102 new visitors and 13 returning visitors. Pretty nifty…

Hit Counter

So I added a hit counter. Didn't think it mattered much to know, but with my recent art, etc... curiousity grew. So, starting today, Jan 11th, 2005 at 9:50 am (pc clock) I have a hit counter. It's waaaaaaaaaay down at the bottom of the page.

Still Upset??

Wondering if I am still upset? Yeah... but I'll get over it.

Love Blows...

Is it possible that most men I meet just want to use me? Yes… highly possible.
Is it true that most men are just full of shit and don’t really care who I am? Yes… highly probable.

Do I have faith in men? Not much…
Do I respect men? Not many…

But I have to keep the hope that there is someone out there who is genuinely interested in me, my heart… my soul. Someone who will truly care for me, possibly love me… even if only for a brief moment.

I have to give the benefit of the doubt until proven wrong… But everyone keeps trying to flood me with doubt. Everyone keeps trying to put down the new friendships I establish and chalk it up to ‘they only want one thing from you Robin… they will never care about you.’

Everyday I struggle to breathe…
Everyday I suffocate…
And everyday my heart dies a little more.

I fight to believe that I have purpose… that I am more than a decrepit chunk of flesh. I fight to maintain a positive self-image and better myself by growing, learning and taking better care of myself. And everyday someone somewhere tries to tear that away from me. The cliché… ‘That’s Life.’

Let’s get one thing straight…

If I choose to give in to you… if I choose to let you have me, let you have my body… you are the lucky one. I am someone you will never forget. If I choose to give you a minute of my time, a day or a few years… it’s because I loved you in some way... some way that I felt was worthy enough to share myself. It’s because I saw some brief moment of truth… some genuine quality in you- and you are lucky because I loved you for it, even if only for a moment. If it doesn’t last… you will still always have the memory of me. Just as I will have the memory you… because I chose to give you a gift.

I love immensely, my passion burns ferociously- and if I open up to you… you will never forget. You may struggle to maintain whatever ego you feel you need to maintain… but when it’s done and over… that memory will still be there. That fire will still burn and you will never forget…

Because I am unforgettable.

When this life is done with me… I will not regret. I will have no shame… but I will always and forever long for that one true love… that love which makes me cry, sing, dance, play, smile, frown, brood, choke- feel all the beautiful emotions of humanity, all at the same time… and remember that in each an every person I may have briefly loved, I had all of it, collectively.

Untamed Heart...

Perfume Peeve

NoOoOo! I got on E-bay last night to buy some of my perfume… The prices are hiked up super freaky high! It runs $60.00 for a 1.5 ounce of the wonderfully powerful lure Jean Paul Gaultier “Classique” at the department store… I use to be able to get it on ebay anywhere between 20-30 bucks… or I could buy a 3.3 oz bottle for 40-60 bucks. Now… it’s maybe like 10% cheaper, but with the shipping… sheesh.

I’m devastated. I absolutely love this perfume… I have never in my life found such an amazing scent… people compliment me on it daily… it’s a great year round scent… for summer or winter, and it seems to reflect my personality, and enhance my mood.

Yes… I will fork over the cashola… but how upsetting that I can’t get the same great deal right now as I did earlier in 2004.

How did I discover this glorious scent? In a Porn store lol… probably about 6 years ago. A boyfriend and I use to frequent this porn store, and I saw this cool bottle shaped like a woman- I smelled the tester, and instantly fell in love. We bought the bottle, which was the biggest I’ve ever seen it come it, for a whopping $30.00. It had to be more than 4 oz, because I still have that bottle, and it’s bigger than any I’ve purchased since then.

Speaking of Porn

So, you want to know what else I purchased at the Porn store? Porn, of course... maybe a toy or two. What kind of porn do I like? you might ask… I like tasteful artistic porn. Is there such a thing? you might ponder- why yes, yes there is. There are a few flicks I watched that were soOo cool, erotic and sensual. Very expressive and artistic.

Black lights and neon paint… color hued scenes… awesome costumes… obviously a bit more money went into these. I don’t remember who produced them, but I’m sure I still have one packed away somewhere… I’ll have to look for it. I don’t go for that hard-core bam bam bam, rip your pubic hair out and hand it to someone kind of porn. And yes- that was actually in a flick I saw… the ripping of the pubi.

I might like having bam bam porn sex occasionally… however, in watching porn, I want something erotic, sexy… just damn hot. AND I’m very picky about my porn women too…

Thinking of Toys

All this thinking about the porn store is making me want to go and buy a new toy. I threw out all my old toys quite some time ago…

What would I purchase? you might inquire… why a dildo of course. Maybe a vibrator… but I don’t really need vibrating sensations to have an orgasm… if done properly… I can orgasm perfectly with simple penetration.
I want a ‘life’ like toy… one that looks real, feels real and fleshy. I don’t know about you, but those hard plastic mechanical objects just aren’t that pleasing. They can be helpful at times… I admit… but when I have sex- with a partner who is as sexual as I am, I generally don’t need toys- ok maybe a nice little red whippy thing could be fun, but I enjoy that person soOo much and spend the time tasting, feeling & exploring- that I don’t think about added stimuli… when I’m by myself… I tend to think the same way. I don’t just go for quick orgasms… the buzzzzzz I’m finished. I’m in no hurry… so I want to enjoy it, revel in it and let the orgasm flow through my body from head to toe.

Great… now I’m horny. All that over a damn bottle of perfume!

Kindred Sistah

For you Samantha, just one of a few to come.

Picture Quest

I'm on the hunt for pictures of people I know, or virtually know! Yeah, selfish me wants to play with other peoples pictures can you believe it?! Shocking, I know... but it's all good.

Special thanks to this fellow who allowed me to play with his picture. It's awesome, you're beautiful... and I'm damn lucky to know you. Love ya.

So, if you would like to see what Robin does with your pics... email me a couple of poses. A bright light in one direction with a wee darkness on the other side helps the drama... plus- pose! Yes yes, strike a pose- whatever you wish... but the more drama the better. I don't care if you are nude, but let's make sure that isn't what you are focusing on... though I love to see naked people in all their fleshy glory… I’m more interested in facial expressions.

Thank you all in advance, I love each and everyone one of you.

Bust the Drum

Have you ever had the wonderful experience of thinking your eardrum busted? I had the pleasure yesterday… oh the agony. All I wanted to do was crawl into a black hole, a dark abyss to block out all light and sound.

My ear drum didn’t burst, but it sure felt like it! My left ear just popped while yawning, and some gross junk happened after that- it was very painful. Today, I feel like I’m hung over with the worst headache I’ve ever had. But, I can hear and it doesn’t feel all stopped up anymore.

A little pain and suffering jolts the fact that I am human back into my head… damn it. I tend to like believing I’m an extraordinary person with mighty powers of seduction and creativity. Turns out, I’m just a chunk of flesh, like most everyone else in the world.

Theater Dreaming

Was experiencing several strange dreams throughout my eardrum ordeal. Most of them consisted of trying to go to the movies with a friend (who I did actually go to the movies with recently) and not being able to find a theater showing the flick we wanted to see. A lot of driving, a lot of frustration… and a theater in the desert. We drove to several different theaters in many different places. I’d have to say my favorite was a theater sitting in the side of a cliff. The scenery was beautiful… It was Grand Canyon-esque. We finally decided that we’d rent a movie at blockbuster, get some beer and a pizza… and a happy ending- so to speak.

I woke up for a bit and went back to sleep with random dreams ex boyfriends trying to get me back into their heart. These dreams of ex boyfriends are no longer entertaining… they waste valuable dream time!

Many Moods of Me

So you may be wondering what's up with all the funky Robin face art. Well it's just another means for me to express my feelings and emotions with a little umphf!

Oh it may frighten you... it may please you, possibly seduce you... but it lets you know the intensity that some of my moods and feelings project.

I am a very passionate person… as some of you may well know… but for those of you don’t… now you do.

Sometimes my love overwhelms my eyes with tears…
Sometimes my sexual desires burn with the intense heat of the sun…
And sometimes, I’m just plain boring.

But it's ALL good, and life is well worth expressing.

Entertaining Graphics

On my virtual peruse today, I came across this awesome
artist’s site via a blog called Smooch Monkey. 
YOU HAVE TO GO to Smooch Monkey and view their blog for January 4^{th (When Graphic Artist's Get Bored)}- the images they have posted are awesome and made me laugh hehe… click on them to enlarge them.  I couldn't decide which was my favorite!  What's your fav?

They got these images from the www.worth1000.com, you can check out for cool-fun images or if you are a graphic artist, bookmark!

P.S.
I found this too...

Want to post an AMBER Alert ticker on your blog or webpage?  Click HERE.

Blue Love

10 Things That Woo Robin

If you have ever wondered what the top 10 things that might woo me are, here’s a list for you…

10. Say Hello you dummy. If you are too afraid to talk to me, approach me or ask me out… then go home- this chick wants a confident man. Or at the least, one who’s interested in me enough to say “I dig you, wanna go out?”

9. Don’t constantly brag about yourself… what a major turn off. And, don’t constantly talk smack about how hot you think I am… once or twice in a night- maybe, but over and over again makes my eyes roll so far back inside my head I can see my own brain!

8. Give me flowers- what girl doesn’t enjoy flowers? Well- except the one’s who have severe allergies… but- a bouquet of mixed flowers, with maybe one rose, is just the perfect thing to let me know “Hey… woo woo, flowers, woo woo.”

7. Hop like a bunny. Yes… I said hop like a bunny rabbit. It’s amusing and if you are silly enough to make a fool out of yourself just to woo me, I’ll take it into consideration.

6. Be a damn gentleman! Open the doors, wait for me- I’m in no hurry- why are you? And if you walk ahead of me, constantly- it makes me think you aren’t all that interested in “me” per se.. and don’t tell me what I “don’t” have to do… I know what I don’t have to do, if I didn’t want to do something, I wouldn’t- duh!

5. Don’t be afraid to be funny & witty. I love clever charm- especially if it keeps a consistent smile on my face. Save the raunchy jokes for later- not for the woo.

4. Occasionally brush up against me or gently touch me. Now I’m not talking all out groping, especially if you are in the wooing process, and don’t be all up in my face either… but occasionally brushing up against me when walking, sitting closely- or similar. Also briefly touching my hand or stroking me hair while in the process of wooing makes me blush.

3. Look directly into my eyes when we are talking, I don’t mean constantly stare… but good eye contact is very important to me.

2. Be honest, open & direct with me, as I will always be with you. Tell me if I have something in my teeth! I would tell you… I wouldn’t let you walk around flapping your jaw at people with a chunk of food visibly stuck in your teeth, nor would I let you walk around with a bogie hanging out your nose. A subtle gesture slightly indicating something’s up will save me embarrassment and you from having to be grossed out. Mostly, I love honesty- I have way more respect for a person who tells the truth, no matter how bad it may sting.

1. The all time wooing move… Pose the John Travolta stance from the movie ‘Stayin’ Alive’ If you bust the JT point up, then down move, you’ve got me.

FREAKY Religious Dream

Very intense, strange dream last night. Imagine the Bate’s Motel setting from Psycho. That’s where I lived. There were two motel rooms that were severely haunted, and those rooms were mine. We had various people staying that the motel, and a couple of them were priests.

I was talking to a priest who told me these things were happening because I was Pagan. He blessed a strange amulet thing, rectangular ivory with a gold crucifix in the middle of it, and gave it to me. I put it around my neck thinking… ok I don’t wanna cause a scene.

Anyway, my mom, sisters and I went to this little restaurant on the motel strip. It was very country looking with old wood all over. And suddenly! Something about the blood of Christ filled the room. I could see the blood filling up the floor by about 1 foot. I was totally freaked out. All the women in the joint had their arms held up in the air, reaching up and sobbing like you just wouldn’t believe. I was soOo scared I ran out. By the time that bloody part was over, my sisters and mom came out saying they were just blessed by the Lord himself- and had an extraordinary change & positive outlook. I felt a little bad… but didn’t really believe it. Just thought right… someone rigged all that to happen, but you believe what you want to.

Next, I went into the first room and all this hay-wire stuff started happening. I was soOo terrified. I grabbed the Amulet and began saying the Lord’s prayer to ward off the haints. (Ghosts in big time old slang) It worked… wow. I went into the next room with some family members and the haints started in on us there. So, I grabbed my new amulet and once again warded off the nuisance of ghosties.

I was converted back to Christianity and felt extremely guilty for having left it. For having doubted it.

I woke up with such a strange feeling… so I guess subconsciously I am questioning my faith again… I don’t know. But I’m going to have to think about this one for quite a while before I figure anything out. Could just be more NyQuil trash… but… I donno.

Deaf Disorientation

By The Way

I'm going back to the old header image until I make a new one. I was originally going to change the location/name of my blog- but figured that would require redirecting too many peeps to the new location… sOo… just an FYI for you blog junkies.

Infection of the Hearing Appendages

So, after being sick for a while now… I was finally thinking I was on the mend… but NoOo… I have acute ear infections in both my ears.

I can’t hear out of one… and the other I thought was fine is in worse condition. Tired of being sick… tired of hearing mumbles and murmurs… tired of losing my balance with vertigo! RAH!

However, the good news is my libido is still in tact, AND I lost 12 pounds.

Unremembered Dreams

Need I say more? I don’t like the nights I can’t remember my dreams. Almost seems like my day doesn’t go right without the early morning dream reflection.

Shivers

Stimulating visuals gave me quite the shiver from head to toe last night. Ahh yes, the wonderful erotic visions burned in my minds eye...

want the dot…

Burning Desire

Late to Football Practice

Last night I had a dream I was a football player. I was still me, being a female, and was on the bus with several other teammates of various sexes. Our Jersey colors were blue & white.

Anyway… we were traveling on a bus to our next location. We had stopped at a dollar store to purchase junk like toothpaste, etc. Everyone unloaded off the bus, but me. I couldn’t find my shoes! I looked everywhere on the bus, including the wall lined with drawers full of miscellaneous beading supplies. No luck.

So, I went into the dollar store without shoes. I was walking down an isle and noticed a shoelace sticking out from under the bottom shelf. I got down on my hands and knees, dressed in full football gear, minus the shoes… When I looked under the shelf, I saw feet.
It was a man and a woman, a very large couple, going at it (having sex), standing up in the next isle. I continued to watch, and when they were finished the guy walked away wearing full drag and the robust girl was standing there waving, with a huge smile on her face.

I got up and left the store… only to notice the team’s bus had left without me, and I was standing in the middle of the dollar store parking lot, with no shoes- dressed in full football gear- screaming Damn it! Now I’m going to be late for football practice!

I think I will not analyze this dream…

Samantha Sistah

How’s about mid May for a visit from your southern sistah? That is my month ya know… and only the greatest things are suppose to happen for me this year… so says the Chinese Astrology guide… lol.

Anyway… let me know if that sounds good to you and I will plan! Love ya, hope your New Year celebration was fab.

The World is Full of Wonders

I trust until you discredit yourself.
I give as much as I receive.
I love as much as you love me.

This life is fleeting, as- sometimes- are the people that enter your life. Sometimes you find life long companions, sometimes you meet short-term friends- but each offer such valuable knowledge.

Each offer unique gifts...
Each person is a treasure…
Each moment spent with them can be a lifetime-
Each experience can breathe new life into you…

I fear not the unknown, but the all too familiar- the old clichés.

And each person, each experience will always hold a special place in my heart. I hope some stay permanent parts of my life… but over all I have fond fond memories to keep me content when I grow old.

Happy New Year