Tantalizing Tuesday, December 13th, 2011/6:01am EST~Deltona, Florida, USA
When a guy goes to a hooker, he’s not paying her for sex, he’s paying her to leave. ~Author Unknown
For those of you who had the blissful pleasure of receiving a full body Sensual Massage from my alter-ego, Venus, then you probably recall me telling you during our session, that massage was my first calling….
My Mother’s, Mother, was a cripple who had contracted Polio as a young woman. From long before the time I was born, she had been permanently confined to a wheelchair. My earliest & on-going memories of my Grand Mother–”Gaga”–are of the joy I felt when rubbing her feet and legs. And although I can not recall who originally gave me the idea to massage Gaga’s feet & calves, I do remember how I LOVED IT!
Whenever Mom took me to visit Grandma, as soon as I had my little body over the threshold, I’d be running to get the lotion…. “Grandma, Grandma…I’m gonna get the Vaseline Intensive Care lotion and rub your feet and legs!” And Gaga would sit for me, in her wheelchair, with her pants rolled up, while I sat at her feet and loved her; helped her feel better; warmed her cold limbs.
And in thinking about my calling to massage others and help them feel better, I realized that this is precisely what I am all about–FEELING GOOD! I want to feel good and I want to help others to feel good too. My mission and calling are not just to smell good and look pretty but more, to get right down into the meat of your flesh and knead away the knots….to release the built up tension and tightness. Kneading flesh is a lot like kneading bread dough. I LOVE it!

And in speaking about feeling good, I have an idea! Wouldn’t it be a wonderful thing if women all over the world, would master the art of sensual massage? I could teach them! I could teach women how to tap their inner sensuality and how to drive their men wild! For these are learned skills. I wasn’t born a diva. And I wasn’t born with massage skills; I developed these attributes as I’ve gone along through life. Oh and how they’ve served me well! HALLELUJAH!
Yesterday on my podcast, I told you how I LOVE MEN! How I appreciate them in every way, shape and form. How I admire them. Want to emulate them. How I believe that each and every hard-working man deserves to be pampered–”WELL FED AND WELL FUCKED”!
I have always believed that it is the chief role of a woman, that she embrace this ideal and develop the skills to assist her as a support to her man. Ask my ex-husbands, they’ll tell you. I am a first class, A+ nurturer. No one does it better. BBBJCIMWS!
If more women would spoil their man as I have been known to do for my past mates, well then, it would put professional masseuses out of business! (Listen up ladies….this is important news!)
Yes, yes, I have figured it out. My calling is not to personally nurture and relieve the stress of every male on planet earth. My calling is to train an army of women to do that. Talk about back to the basics. Imagine!….a horde of sensually-charged, highly-skilled females who know the truth: in order to have peace on earth, it begins with her vagina.
Our vaginas are the cradle of civilization and the center of our beings as females. To learn how to tap this inner-well and transmute thus energy into a life of creativity and bliss, is the sure road toward stress relief and personal transformation as an individual. And more, to master the art of seduction; nurturing a partner with sensual massage, we gals can rule the world, right from our own bedrooms. And not by force, but by magic! Like the Courtesans of old.
Feminine wiles.
Our God-given birthright.
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Dear Wife
It’s honor that I’m looking for
Not really money, power or fame
Just give me what is mine
Respect for my family name
Oh wife, you wife I love
I’m the head not you
Please practice being quiet
Give this man his due
I follow the order of honor
I obey my Mom and Dad
Everything they tell me to do, I’ve done
Even when it makes me sad
So why oh why can’t I
Get respect in my own home
Why is it that to find some
From my front door I must roam?
That’s not the way it should be
For I have read the rules
Honor God, your parents, your husband
Those who don’t are known as fools
I’ll tell you what I’m gonna do
This poem is the notice I serve
Starting today and going forward
From honor we’ll no more swerve
I’m a man for goodness sake!
Of the kind who go to war
Fighting hard to feed my family
So hard it makes me roar
So have a little mercy dear
Insist upon honor too
Then you will see a different me
Full of smiles not a few
Happily singing “I love you true”
“My sweety, my baby blue”
{The above poem was penned in early 2002 while living in my tiny Cottage of Rest; musing upon and empathizing with my male friends who were being constantly vexed by their nagging, disrespectful wives!}
So for those of you gals who are reading this post and have ears to hear, I hope, at the very least, you will consider the wisdom in the proverb: “You catch more flies with honey than vinegar”.
TAME YOUR TONGUE! Don’t nag. S-E-D-U-C-E! Think like a slinky kitty, not a bull. You’ll feel better about yourself. You’ll win more friends and influence more enemies if you follow the way of the whore. Think with your vagina! Lead your man around by his cock, not coercion.
And a new day will dawn. Everyone will go about with smiles on their faces. HAPPY ENDINGS for all the inhabitants of earth! It’s in our hands, girls. Rise Up! Cease strife in your home. Push those boobs up and your butt out and be the living elixer of life for your mate and yourself. Forget the TV and the housecleaning and the gossip with your girlfriends. Get Naked!
WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO BE LOVED?
First is to have a person’s honor
Inside a place of pure respect
This is where waits the order of life
Foundation upon, house of love you erect
Trust is the other virtue to come into play
It’s the resting spot of the soul
Without a perfect, lasting trust
All the actions of life take a toll
Honor & trust create the harmony
Where then the love is grown
The healthy, fertile soil
For good seeds to be sown
So maybe when a family sees
Love fading & life growing tense
The soil itself should be examined
Adding the right ingredients

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