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Catch-a-Fire

I miss it....Dear God...I miss it.

The kind of tingling, sweat-your-hair, out kind of passion that comes from a single, solitary kiss. The kind of experience that, as my friend Tee would say, "would make your skin feel like it was on fire" with one touch of the hand.....

It's hard to ask the modern man for this type of passion. Yes they know sex, but they don't know a damn thing about passion and romance. They are not one in the same. And yes...you can have passion and romance and not even take your clothes off.

I felt that experience not too long ago.

Picture it. Sicily....2000 and.......


I'm kidding. (LOL) But it wasn't too long ago. I was sitting, having a glass of wine on my couch with a "gentleman caller" (I am so Blanche DuBois right now....). He sat and he looked at me. Closely...I got to examine every little faint brown freckle on his face. His round, sweet face.  His hands were intertwined wth mine...

He got close to me and kissed the place where my jaw and neck met. A smoldering.  He whispered in my ear and spoke Spanish...The tingles (Damn...I thought they had left me....)

He put his hands on my face and said.."You have such a beautiful complexion"...Whetttt?? He kissed me..and kissed me and I forgot where I was.

After the kiss he leaned me into his chest, and said..."Your hair is so gorgeous..I just love it"...and gave me the most sexiest, passionate thing ever.....



A scalp massage..

Yes...a deep, tingling, intertwined scalp massage. His fingers were all over....intertwined in a very intimate part of me. He even said "Is this ok?".. And then he said.."Your hair is so gorgeous....so so beautiful..."...his nose close to me...engulfing me....



And not a single bit of clothes came off. PERIOD. Now that's hot!


So what's the most orgasmic, non-SEXUAL thing that has ever happened to you? That set your soul on fire...that make your heart race...and your skin sweat? Something that made your soul "catch-a-fire"?

Or perhaps you're still waiting on it...

It's coming. Trust me...

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  1. Oh this is personal but being intimate with my husband always does this for me! awesome blog!

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  2. Okay, first off, love the Golden Girls references. lmaoo!!!

    Secondly, I've gotta put some thought into that one.... hmmmm. Well there was one time I was at the ex's house spending the night, and in the middle of the night I woke up and he had gently kissed my face and whispered "You're so pretty, I love you." (He thought I was asleep). That melted my heart. It was such a thoughtful, genuine gesture and it touched me. It didnt make me hot or anything, but just a nice reminder that this person really loved me.

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  3. I wanna catch a fire and I aint talking abt the Holy Ghost LOL

    I love Golden Girls

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