MILF HUNTRESS

So I’d had a good workout.  Feeling loopy from endorphins, hobbling to car with calves spasming and otherwise locking up.  Bary is in the gym training hard and while calves settle down I have just one second for a momentary look.  All alone in the parking lot I begin acting up loudly.  Rufffff!,… I like it Rufff!! ………do you like it rufff Bary?  Ruff!  Rufff!!  Just then, two teenage girls walk by my car smiling.

Pulled my card for tonight.  Ah, 2 of Swords.

Standard Tarot Interpretation:

• Flow
• Trust
• Choice
• Balance
• Patience
• Openness
• Buoyancy
• Confidence
• Preparedness
• Psychic Reliance
• Tacit Understanding

In the spirit of duality and balance (suggested by the number two), two of swords interpretations commonly focus on split decisions or opposing choices.

As swords are symbolically wielded in the realm of thought and communication, this card deftly illustrates the status of “being of two minds” about something.

Some interpreters will read the blindfold (and even the swords) as a message of complication, confusion, or frustration in making communicative or intellectual decisions.

Maddi interpretation:

Maddi blindfolded and holding two cocks.

Ok, so whenever I speak of that tremendous love of wanger I feel the need to throw in an equally tremendous sized disclaimer.  So here it is now. 

***DISCLAIMER***

Miss Maddi’s tremendous LOVE of wanger, and all that goes WANG in the night is completely confined to wanger attached to young muscle gods between ages of 20-40….preferably>>>.  Said wanger is also to be attached to young angelic face preferably of tow head boy with bright blue eyes and keen innocent smile.  At least that’s what I’m into today.

***DISCLAIMER OUT***

Go back to your business.

I was put on planet Earth to represent honour and integrity which is why I don’t screw around…even though I’d love to.  Honour and integrity are also my number one attractants…which means, anyone wanting to screw around with me, (being married and all), is automatically disqualified from the Maddi sex race.  It’s a beautiful/terrible catch 22 I find myself in.  Which actually keeps me quite safe.  My sexual life is confined to my imagination…with the a-typical bodybuilder phone call.  (Flesh for fantasy.)  As the usual rule goes, those who are talking…just ain’t doing.  Those who are doing…just ain’t talking. 

I am about to get deep on your ass for a moment.  You know it comes and it goes.  Seems to me that about the time I figured I had a stalker was about the time I started to put on a 20+ extra lbs.  I want to talk about women’s safety and body image for a moment.  When a woman feels safe to move about in her body, as if there is no physical threat to her existence, she is far more likely to be in shape and allow her body to form it’s naturally beautiful and desirable appearance.  When a woman feels as if there might be a threat to her as she moves about in her naturally desirable body, she is very, very likely to put up a “cock block” of fat in order to drive the dogs away. The problem for me of course, is that there are some men I would like to find me desirable, and others I would like to forcefully repel from my presence.  As my husband says, “If you put it out there all men are going to want it“.  What a greater male species will find desirable and attractive, so will a lesser male species.  So women are forced to play the “Is it worth the trouble at all?” game.  For some ladies, it might be easier to repel men altogether in the name of safety and less bother.  However, these women are also repelling their own sensuality and enjoyment.  In my opinion, this is an all lose proposition.  The woman may feel safe, and indeed, be safer in her own body.  However, she forfeits her God given right to a beautifully attractive body and sensual enjoyment.  Not to mention great health and personal strength.  Other women may go ahead and allow themselves both the benefits and deterrents of a sexually pleasant appearing body.  We work hard for it. We do it.  We make it happen.  With this comes envy from our peers,(emotional and physical threat), and unsolicitated saliviciousness  from undesirable males (sexual and physical threat).  Is it any wonder many women find it not worth the struggle?  Again, interesting to me, was an internet study I found of a higher prior incident of rape among bodybuilding females.  In bodybuilding, women are able to combine a physically desirable body with physical strength.  Hence, they are both more likely to attract undesirable attention, yet also have the capabilities of defending themselves.  Some women take bodybuilding to the extreme of becoming once again sexually undesirable by over masculinizing themselves.  This to me is the ultimate form of “cock blocking”.  These women become the cock.  I had an incident several months ago in which a man pulled out his cock in front of me while asking me if I had any “rape fantasies”.  I of course looked him dead in the eye and said “F-ck no“.  Some of course would say that as I strive to present myself as a sexually desirable female that I asked for this to happen.  I say that unless I ask you to take your pants down, you are to keep your pants up please.  Thank you.  Thank you so much.

So how do you get by missing your girls when you go for your evening run?  You take them with you of course!  Just 20 minutes tonight and I wussed out a bit.  Maybe walked for 3.  Though I did blast the last 2 minutes out.  I hate running! I do it……because I HAVE TO.

My real workout today was BICEPS.  Fun times were had.  Who knows…possibly 24 sets.  Only a 15 minute run pre-workout.  I kept myself on by convincing myself each 2 minutes earned me up another rung in hell.  I was up to the last rung……….only 20 seconds left.  Demons were pulling me down.  Angels were pulling me up.  In the end I fell.  Maybe I wanted to stay there.

About the boys.  About my emails.  Do I take a bit of it seriously?  Heavens no.  If I were going to run off with the first muscle boy who promised to worship me via email, you would have found me in a barrel years ago.

I do have a girlfriend who has done some online dating via friendfinders.  You know.  The naughty site.  According to her, the action is NEVER as scintillating as the promise. 

FANTASY. 

What the human mind concocts often far exceeds reality.

Guys online say to her the same thing that they always say to me.

“I LOVE A GIRL WHO KNOWS WHAT SHE WANTS!”

Well sure you do! 

As long as what we want is …

THE COCK.

Boy is born with a dangly thing.  Boy loves his dangly thing.  Boy plays with his dangly thing.  He strings things from it in the bathtub.  My!  The plenty things boy can do with his dangly thing!  Dangly thing becomes proud thing.  Boy loves to touch proud thing and he does so whenever he can.  Yet mommy and daddy have this strange preoccupation with clothes.  Boy takes out thing.  He wants to show niece and nephew of his wide abounding open pleasure.  Mommy slaps boys hand, tells him to put that thing away.  Niece, nephew, aunties, uncles, are all laughing.  Why are they all laughing?  Proud thing is not celebrated and exalted.   Proud thing is ridiculed and denied.  Proud thing must be hidden, locked up, put away.   Now boy must only play with thing in private.  In his heart of hearts, it is still his brave exalted proud thing.  But now he also knows for some strange reason which he cannot identify, thing is also disgusting, dirty, vile thing. Proud thing must not be looked upon by other people.  It is now his secret (yet undeniable) pleasure.

SO honey wants me to take down my last blog.  He thinks there-in lies a secret message of some sort.  I said, “Honey, if I really, really wanted de cock, el cocko, I would be rolling in it.  And I wouldn’t be rolling in my own community.”  Yes, I would be taking trips.  Lots and lots of spontaneous trips.  All planned at a single moment’s notice.  All mysteriously paid for.  Come to mention, must go get packed for New Orleans.