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The Brief Return of dirtylilsecret
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The Brief Return of dirtylilsecret Regular readers will know we have issued several shout-outs to our old blogging pal, dirtylilsecret. You can find them in: APB for Lil; Gone But Not Forgotten; and more recently in [post 291652]. For those who don’t know her, at one time our friend Lil had a fairly popular boutique blog too. Certainly, more popular than this one. But she closed up shop and began posting elsewhere, although those blogs are now closed too. Through backdoor channels, she contacted me and let me know she misses blogging. Here is one of her pieces for you to enjoy. We are honored to publish her guest blog entry. Storms blew through the area last evening. I am constantly in awe of many things in nature but a good thunderstorm always excites me. There's nothing like being out in the open and watching the storm gather strength along the western horizon. The clouds build as fronts collide; excitement creating this magnificent erection as cold and warm masses swirl around one another. If you look closely enough you can sometimes see the tongues lapping at one another. Then the rumbling of thunder makes itself known as the Heavens moan their excitement to the Earth. Lightning bolts slice through the sky, searching for that Ground-Spot that stirs up the perfect reaction. I close my eyes as the wind caresses my face. It starts our warm and moist, then wraps around me, lapping at my flesh, making every nerve in my body stand on end. I feel more alive than I've felt in days. My heart pounds from this magnificent display of nature and I am unable to move, in a way never wanting this moment to stop yet knowing nothing lasts forever. Then, the first drops of rain begin washing my face. It's almost like a cleansing of the soul. My mouth opens to feel the rush of cool air as the droplets splash upon my tongue. I gather enough to swallow, savoring the fresh taste that is perhaps not meant just for me but I am the one who worships it the most. Quivering, I spread out my arms and open my eyes. I can see the immense storm clouds passing overhead as the thunder becomes so loud that it almost demands my soul to give in. The g-spot has been found and I am yet again overwhelmed at its strength. Sated for the moment, I go inside to sit in a type of post-coital bliss as the storm passes, knowing that the next time may or may not be as intense as this but unique and fulfilling in its own way. It will always soothe me and lets me know we are all one, even if for a brief moment in time. (This entry NEVER appeared on the main blogboard due to an afternoon blogjam on April 3, but this author chose not to repost.)  |
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