Originally posted on 5/6/2009
Current mood: enthralled
Category: Life
I am
willfully seduced. My tongue gently glides over the warm flesh of my new
love. Steam seems to seductively waft over our solid connection. My eyes slowly
roll back in sheer ecstasy as my uncontrollable moaning makes uninvited voyeurs
uncomfortably curious. 😬This
is love♥,
real love and my tongue still tingling from the unfamiliar taste of a new
pleasure, solidifies it. I am not ashamed. I am not confused. This is it, this
is the real thing. Since our first meeting this past Sunday, I've thought of
almost nothing else. I long for that sweet taste and tangy flair few others
possess. 👅 Perhaps
my awkward enthusiasm that day is the reason for the two unexplained bruises at
the top of each of my thighs (which I just discovered today). 👄This
is where my heart is. ❤ I
know it now. I know it right this very moment. This is a brand new experience
for me but it will no doubt leave a lasting impression on me. I ache and covet
this guilty pleasure and make no apologies for it. 😠 I
hope our partnership will last forever but if not, it won't soon be forgotten by
me. 😑 Me, the
self-proclaimed originator usually immune to what others find exotic, finds this
a complete surprise and a welcome assault on my senses.👃 This
is how true love begins, I know that now. Our next meeting will no doubt be
greatly enhanced now that I've admitted how much I anticipate it. I will freely
give my heart away and I don't care who knows it. 😚In a
labor-intensive effort to try and keep my "Angry
Bitch"
attitude at bay this past weekend, I unexpectedly found liberating freedom and
unsurpassed enjoyment. 💋 For
most of the weekend, the sound of peoples' voices grated on my nerves to an
almost violent degree. 😡 The
irritating sound of voices carelessly chattering away made me want to bite their
heads off, chew them up and spit them at the gaping hole in their necks where
their heads once sat. 😤Trying
to conquer my bad mood has been an exhausting endeavor indeed. I could be
described by some as moody, but I'm probably only truly unruly once a month.
It's just my womanly cross to bear.† And
even in the midst of so much angst, there were definite bright spots that pulled
me through my darkest hours. 😟Thankfully,
I got to spend most of the weekend with my favorite girl, sis. We went to The
Omni to see Grand Canyon Adventure: River at Risk, which was absolutely
wonderful. I'd seen it with my co-workers a few weeks ago on a company
"Team-Building Event." Sis & I aren't really movie people per say but
I was excited for her to see this one. Like so many other things alike about us,
she loved it as much as I did. But the highlight of the weekend came a little
earlier that Sunday. 😁 Last
week at work, sis emailed me a web link to this Mediterranean place she'd
discovered. It's called Celaborelle Phoenician Buffet, a
Mediterranean restaurant that features Middle Eastern-Lebanese cuisine. The
place is in a "renovated" (slightly dilapidated) old house in a part of
town I wouldn't go to alone or at night. 💕It
had a slightly dangerous, shabby-chic charm about it though. Sis and I are
probably about as adventurous as they come (it's genetic), so we'd
decided to give it a try since the online reviews were so wonderful. Plus, the
food featured on the website had my mouth watering as I anxiously clicked
through their site at my desk last week. 💻So we
finally get there after cautiously driving around to find a safe parking spot.
Honestly, there were more ethnically diverse people there than I expected to
see, including an "All American" cop practically licking his plate. 😋We
walk in and the tall, articulate and extremely handsome Lebanese host tells us
we can sit wherever we like. Not seeing any food except for what was on people's
plates, I bluntly tell him, "I'm
sorry but we don't know how all this works".
He
cheerfully leads us to another room that had exotic delectables as far as the
eye could see. 👀 He
lifts each lid for us, to reveal a beautiful culinary masterpiece more
interesting than the one before it; Deliciously briny stuffed grape leaves &
eggplant. All meat kabobs with chicken, beef or lamb and no fussy vegetables
taking up precious skewer space. Insane chicken & rice like I've never had
it before. And countless other beautiful items I can't pronounce or spell. A
colorful feast for the eyes and stomach, we soon discovered. I got a little bit
of absolutely everything I wanted to try and loved almost all of it. 😳 Our
handsome host brought hot homemade Khubez (whole wheat pita bread)
& fresh sizzling falafels to our table as I damn near made a fool of myself
moaning at the unfamiliar flavors exploding on my tongue. 👅 I
didn't care though. When I enjoy something, I enjoy it with my whole
body...it intensifies the experience, trust me. 😆 I
was so entranced by the intense aroma of erotically exotic spices that I must've
bumped into some tables, hence the thigh bruises. 😏 We
didn't stay long or eat much by most American "All you can eat" standards
but the experience was wonderful and completely new to us. As sis settles our
meager bill, the handsome host sadly expressed to her 'that we must not have
liked it since we didn't eat much and didn't take anything home' 😞 (yeah, you can do that there). Sis assures him that our objective was to
enjoy the variety and that we'd done just that, in abundance. He still seemed
unsure but sis tells him we'd be back. I add, "Yes
we will, many, many more times."
Sis
concludes, "You'll
be sick of seeing us." The
handsome host laughs and wishes us a great Sunday. 😀 We
do the same. The rest of the day was fantastic too but nothing that rivaled that
experience. 💓 Our
intent was to go back there last night but sis' sour stomach changed our plans.
That was fine with me, it just made me even more excited to go back. The
anticipation of a wonderful experience can sometimes be as satisfying as the
experience itself. That exact 'philosophy' is how I get past my periodic
and prolonged bouts of no intimate activity. 😍However,
not even the absence of intimacy could quell my excitement because
my new Lebanese Love taught me something very significant. It taught me that
there are still wonderful things yet to be discovered and experienced. It also
taught me that some of those wonderful things are right outside my homey comfort
zone, but practically in my own backyard. I just have to really
want to see them and not quickly speed through with my windows
rolled up, my doors locked and my head down. 😔 New,
true and lasting love can potentially be in anything or anybody. 😊 That's a wonderful thing to suddenly realize when you'd spent most of the
weekend in a quiet 'cannibalistic' head-biting rage. 😫 So I
don't have that fairy-tale dream lover to think about day and
night. 💘 So
what? My new Lebanese Love is supremely satisfying, relatively close
geographically but far enough away to not be a daily nuisance (poundage), easy
to clean up after and doesn't require latex protection. 🙈
°I
wished I were getting paid for this plug but your happiness is payment enough.°
(Yeah right.)
(Yeah right.)
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