MILF HUNTRESS

Hubby gets home.  It’s the end of another long week.  6:45, and I have been waiting.  I have a workout to get to, but first there is some business that needs attending pronto.  I wait patiently in bed while hubby takes off his work shirt, his work shoes.  Settling in, getting comfortable for the night.  He goes to brush his teeth, and I wait, gritting mine. Hubby walks through the doorway I say, “Why did you clean your mouth when you are just about to get it dirty again?”  Hubby blinks.  I got what I wanted.

So glad I have my online boyfriends, my text message love slaves, to talk with throughout the week.  They keep me inspired, keep my dirty little ass in line.  Let’s face it.  If I were trying to please anyone else in this life…..most everyone else would be QUITE PLEASED if I were to gain 30 lbs.

‘Think’ I am going to the lake today.  That’s ony if I can squeeze a workout in first, which means I should be leaving any second now.  Officially, for real this time, part-time.  Which beats full time by a good twenty hours.  Less stuff, more fun.  Only, I plan on having lots and lots of stuff.  Just need to work out those minor details.  Puppies are BEAUTIFULLY grown.  5 and a half weeks now.  The most awesome temperments I have ever seen in a dog.  Sweet, handsome, five to give away…….1/2 short haired pointer, 1/2 chocolate lab.  Takers, takers, anyone.  GORGEOUS dogs!  Last night was a SHEERLY GETTING THROUGH IT workout.  Working out AFTER a full day’s work is much harder than working out BEFORE.  Though getting your ass up to go before, when you have the option not to,……perhaps the hardest of all. 

Men who want their asses beat are awesome.  AWESOME!!    Just talked with an old friend of 20+ years on Facebook.  We went to Bible Study together, were baptized in the same clear font of holy water back in 1991.  Friend wanted to know if we would wrestle, if I could whoop his ass for awhile.   I said, “Hey!  I’ve been offered money to do such things.  But sure, I’ll give you a freebie.”  Only because I like you.

I love to chase boys, for sure, for sure.  What makes it best, what makes the thrill all the more exciting, is when the boy is scared of me.  NOTHING is HOTTER than fear mixed with sex.  I repeat.  Nothing.  Now what would I do if I ever actually caught one of these boys?  I just don’t know!  Likely turn and run.

I was blessed with a visitor last night.  And I’m not talking Auntie Flo.  She came this morning.  No.  Last night it was a young man, teen to early 20’s.  He was wearing a ball cap and sucking on a nice cold bottle of Dr. Pepper.  I woke up to the sound of, “Mom?”  “Yeah,” I said, and there he stood.  Next to my bed staring down at my husband.  Now this may sound like the beginning of a good porn sequence.  However me and hubby still have our values.  We just don’t f-ck the undead.

I think I’m looking ever so slightly dude like.  So why does it give me a great big kick in saying this?  I honestly don’t mind.  I like the mixture of feminine meets masculine.  I don’t ever want to go back to being a girlie girl that cries at commercials.  I love who I am.  I did wake up from a dream last night, if not actually crying, then about to.  The dream was regarding my daughters, and it was a frightful dream.  I can’t picture the details, but it amounted to this;  I had raised my daughters without a moral compass, without a moral code.  It turned out, I should have had them in church all of these years.  Where I thought I was stepping out on my own and finding truth, I had been mired in muck and lies.  I had failed my daughters miserably.  And now they were left to face a terrifying world without the benefit of proper moral guidance.  If this won’t make a mother sob, what will?  The dream particularly centered around my oldest daughter, who is leaving for college in the fall 200 miles from home.  I know my unconscious fears for her.  I suppress during waking hours, but my sleeping body and mind know the truth.   The truth that I will no longer have any control of my daughter’s comings and goings;  her goabouts or her carryings on.  Her life will now be in her own hands to do what she wants with.  What can a mother do but say, I live in a Universe that cares and supports…that lifts and upholds.  Did I do enough?  Yes and No.  Like every parent I both succeeded and failed miserably.

“My mind presageth happy gain and conquest.”

William Shakespeare

 Think you know what makes you happy?  Miss Maddi does.  Here are the Top 110 things that make me feel good inside.

 Freedom,  time alone,  tranquility,  really good food, a night out at the club,  safety,  good looking young men,  good looking young men checking me out,  loving my own fit body,  muscle training,  when men are soooooo f-cking into me,  getting OFF the treadmill,  banana cream,  coconut cream pie,  frozen protein bars,  a really good protein shake,  Belgian Chocolate,  dark chocolate covered almonds,  mom’s cooking,  a husband who loves me,  hearing men’s pervs,  a part time job,  riding in Jeeps,  being in nature,  spring summer fall,  a kick ass concert,  being right next to, but not inside of, a mosh pit,  travel,  meeting new and interesting people,  the innocence and openness of young children,   great sensual kissing,  being felt up,  butterflies,  male on male porn,  bodybuilders,  psychology,  getting lost in an excellent book,  swimming at the pool,  laying on the beach, wearing heels and thongs,  admiring myself in the mirror,  rebels and non-conformists,  growing younger instead of older,  sassy older ladies,  sexy younger girls,  hearing birds sing,  seeing baby rabbits,  speeding down country highways,  driving with my top off,  seeing my kids doing well and being happy ,  the zoo on a perfect day,  men with pop butts, square bodies, and thick calves,  taking my picture and putting it on the internet,  being a tease,  naughty women and the men that love them,  the smell of cedar,  sweat rolling off my body as I walk the stairmill,   when the gym is mine alone,  training on a beautiful day with the door wide open and the fan blowing on me,  training to Slipknot, Pantera,….really good thrash metal,  Hope,  having a goal and a vision,  not knowing the future but knowing there are plenty of possibilities,   peace with myself,  peace with God,   wise cracking kids,  the thought of being a dominatrix,  mixed wrestling,  winning a debate,  greenery,  woods,  streams, lakes, ponds….any flow of water, interesting people,  free spirits,  gypsy fortune tellers,  Russian, German,  Biblical history,  Assembly of God and Pentecostal Churches,  Big Tent Revivals,  movies that don’t suck,  doing instead of watching,  living instead of spectating,  the older woman/younger male fantasy,  spirit of Hank Williams 3, Eminem and Kid Rock  (non-conformist, say and do what we want to, freedom fighters),  cheesecake,  Yoga,  GREAT HEALTH,  intelligence,  superstition (in others),  text messaging,  all you can eat buffets with a kick ass salad bar,  never being hungry,  walks in nature,  talking with my daughters,  living in the country,…having no neighbors,  shy men with downcast eyes,  happy family times,  country stars at night,  antiques,  old houses,  great architecture,  barns,  real wood floors, artists,  creativity,  summer and fall festivals,  beer gardens,  canoeing,  river rafting,  4 wheeling,  laying in bed,  songs of frogs, crickets,  The Appalacian Mountains,  religious people,  a blade of grass,  getting on the ground and seeing all the bugs….realizing the world is chalk full with life,  reading biographies and memoirs,  the spirit of college towns,  frozen custard,  plastic surgery,  nuts,  hot young men wearing speedos,  computers without viruses,  a working Ipod,  dreams that seem real.  Heaven is an orgasm.