SHE SAID... "MOMMY PORN", SERIOUSLY???

Jillian B. Hart
HMMMMMM...... "Mommy Porn",  REALLY? Is that what you (and or "they") are calling it, Tony?  At least that's what I read in your latest "He Said". 
Let me think of what I want to say here... I'll be back...


Friday June 16, 2012
Alright --- Truth be told - Life got in the way, as usual my return took way longer then anticipated.  With a little luck it makes you miss me more...  


Where was I?!



"Mommy Porn", Seriously.  That emanates a bit like a backhanded compliment.  Kinda like MILF, it all depends on the way you say it and rarely coming across with the right je ne sais quoi.  (Although occasionally can make one blush in all the right ways and can be complimentary.) There is a difference between porn and erotica and that's the thing that guys often miss.  There's absolutely nothing wrong with the right dash of erotica.  However all too often the man in your life suffers from ADD...  bringing home "Another Disastrous DVD"! Come on now! There is a difference, a big difference (and yes size matters! ...Sorry could help myself!) between erotica and porn... any porn.  


I'm always up for an evening or any other time of day that has wild sparks that ignite to uncontrollable flames. Erotica builds that fire.  It creates connection.  I'll watch, listen, read --- Hell, I write my own and enjoy it.  Most of us hunger for that connection.  Therein lies the difference - the disconnect vs. the connection.  Not that there isn't positives to be found from a mind blowing f*ck... but for the long term - connections and emotions count.  Many women don't "connect" to porn. Yet erotica has emotion and connection.  That's what gets our engines racing. If you get your woman all revved up before the flag I guarantee that the final finish will be fabulous! Isn't that the point of watching and or reading something spicy together? To whet you appetite in the fantasy for the real thing. To bring fantasy into your reality! No matter how good a girl you are if you want fireworks  "in the bedroom", if you like your reality with a healthy serving of fantasyland on the side, ALWAYS pack at least a little NAUGHTY WITH YOUR NICE!  Sometime the more the better. Erotica of any kind can help take your "lady" there. If you do that - winners all around. The more you win, the more you want to play. 


I was really prepared to get into quite a bit if a rant here... (Oh, wait I did, a little one, LOL), until I got a message from one of my "besties", The Good Girl.  She took the words right out of my mouth.  So I'll stop now and let her go strutting in my stilettos.  


I'll catch ya on the next one, Tony baby! Ha! I'll give you a great big rant then... hehehehe ;)

WANT "SUM"?

It’s been a while since my first post.  I guess you could say I was REAL busy…

We have been trying lots of new ways to spark up the marriage.  One fun way is the use of our cell phone.

To me being romanced is more about being hunted and pursued, and earned…  NOT flowers, jewelry, or expensive dinners.

There is something to be said about being taken or ravaged.  I tried to look for ways of turning ice queen into raving huntress.  I really honed in on awakening my deep passion for fantasy, with the help of course, of my husband.   We started to wake ME up!  I’m talking about a little Sexting.  I find myself in the bathroom at work taking naked pics of me in the mirror and sending them to my DH with a little fun saying, like, “Want sum?”  Sexting can be a powerful tool for your relationship.  It takes you on a whole new level for secretly feeding your fantasies.  When I receive these types of texts, I certainly respond in a way that sometimes makes me want to, well you know…  It makes me feel sexy, desirable, wanted, hunted… To sum it up more like unapologetically romantic.

Bridgette

JILLIAN B HART... ARE YOU HUNGRY?

“The greatest boundaries that we face in our lives are very often the ones 

we ourselves create in our minds."  —  Ellyn Spragins

Can right and wrong get mixed up?  Is there a time and place to blur the lines? Cross the line? Is life always as simple as black and white --- when you see endless shades of gray?


Is there a dream or a fantasy that you hide in your heart, that if opportunity presented itself you would act on it? Doesn't everyone have one or more of those tucked away somewhere?  (Are you fooling yourself if you are shaking your head no as you read this post.)  That secret - never shared, like some taboo topic that is avoided at all costs.  An honesty perhaps not even obvious or admitted to yourself. 


Honesty, integrity and self esteem weigh heavily on the success of many relationships.  But, relationships change.  People change. Passion fades.  Distance grows.  Sex can be an action without an emotional reaction. Lovers can become more like housemates.  Life is not static.  Yet so often the most important relationship in your life is.  It stops growing.  You stop dreaming. Would acting on a fantasy help or harbor the union? Does a happier "you", make for a better "we"? Do the rules change if there is an act of promiscuous nature involved? If it stays in your head and heart is it okay, is there no harm done? A one night stand can be written off and forgiven whereas something with a history or connection means game over. Is an emotional attachment a means to justify or make matters worse? What if no one ever knew? Acting on a fantasy could feed and fuel your libido, whereas the opposite may forever starve your soul.  Can carnal desires or something unfinished ever completely be snuffed out? Is sex ever really just sex? 

SUMMER RE-RUN: HART'S DESIRE ON FIRE - Paradise's Pleasure - Originally Posted May 17, 2011

HART'S DESIRE ON FIRE

Paradise's Pleasure

Can fantasy measure up to reality?

Jillian B. Hart

They had shared so much.  An affair of emotions that dripped in fantasy.  Distance, time and circumstance robbed them of interaction.  Theirs was a virtual world of dreams and indiscretions.  Yet, she often wondered... if ever --- would all they imagined ever measure up?  Could reality move the world off it's axis - like the words and interchanges on a screen - left her breathless and wet with desire?  She closed her lash rimmed eyes and shook off the thoughts - refocusing on their last interaction as she lay in her bed.  A long sexy breath escapes her as she closes her eyes to lose herself in the memory...

His eyes locked on her, as she bathed in a waterfall in the tropical paradise.  The cool waterarousing her senses and causing her chest to swell and nipples be erect.  The sensory simulation enticing, as her head tilted back to rinse her hair.  So lost in the simple pleasure that she hadn't noticed his arrival. Hadn't noticed him gazing at her every move. If she had, she may have become overcome with vexation rather then lost in the self indulgence of her nakedness.  The rushing sound of the waterfall made it easy for him to slide into the lagoon and approach her undetected.  Longing to surprise her, he swam up behind her - only to have the wonderment be on him - when she turned in the water and launched herself at him.  Both of them falling into the shallow caress of the waters.  

Laughing. Splashing.  Groping. Fondling. In ways that rivaled any teenage fantasy or love-fest.  Entangled theyworked their way to shore.  The mist of the falling waters in the breeze still spraying their skin as the sun warmed them and they fell into the soft fine sand.   Massaging her bronzed flesh with pressure and untamed passion.  The touch of his hands, pure rapture to her.

Without a word, there was complete direction.  He read every cue that her body sensuously displayed.  And, when body language lacked enough intensity she'd guide his hands.  The sun adding heat to a moment sparked enough to combust fire.  Hands lost on each other - exciting every fiber of their beings. Awakening every nerve to send shivers racing the length of her spine. Unyielding palms and fingers worked the sun drenched bodies that glowed with a hint of inviting erotic sweat.  Shoulders. Neck. Down the small of her back.  Each movement pulsing with strength and pressure that told of the sensual acts to come.  As he nibbled on the bare flesh of her neck she felt fire in her core, yet shivered with anticipation.  His arms wrapped her from behind and his hands slid smoothly over her hips and caressed the soft skin just above her pelvis. Rubbing back and forth and climbing higher and higher.  She leaned back.  Melting into him.  Losing herself in every lascivious movement gliding over fleshy mounds that swelled with tension and want.  She turned her head over her shoulder to kiss him.  Lips fell open as impassioned tongues danced together.  Kissing him deeper, taking him in, sliding back and forth over his mouth and tongue, insinuating the motions of the salacious sex she desired...  

To be continued....

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BUSINESS TRIP Part VII- HART'S DESIRE

Flooded With Flashbacks... Continued

Have you ever wished for a night that would never end?

Jillian B. Hart

...the phone rang and she lit up at the sound of his voice. 

“Sorry, work kept me later then planned.  Still up for going out?”

“Yes, ...of course, been waiting for your call!” He could hear the smile through the phone lines.  

“We’ll have a drink, or something... pick you up soon.”

Soon seemed forever.  She’d been ready and waiting.  Grabbed her bar purse and tucked a lipstick inside. Slipped on her favorite white leather boots and darted down the stairs. 

“Going out?” 

“Yes, Daddy.”

“With who?”

She smiled and swayed her head gently back and forth.  “You know who, Daddy.”  His expression beamed approval.  “It’s already late.  Make sure he walks you in.”  Rolling her eyes and laughing, “Always Daddy.”  

HART'S DESIRE ON FIRE

Paradise's Pleasure

Can fantasy measure up to reality?

Jillian B. Hart

They had shared so much.  An affair of emotions that dripped in fantasy.  Distance, time and circumstance robbed them of interaction.  Theirs was a virtual world of dreams and indiscretions.  Yet, she often wondered... if ever --- would all they imagined ever measure up?  Could reality move the world off it's axis - like the words and interchanges on a screen - left her breathless and wet with desire?  She closed her lash rimmed eyes and shook off the thoughts - refocusing on their last interaction as she lay in her bed.  A long sexy breath escapes her as she closes her eyes to lose herself in the memory...

His eyes locked on her, as she bathed in a waterfall in the tropical paradise.  The cool water arousing her senses and causing her chest to swell and nipples be erect.  The sensory simulation enticing, as her head tilted back to rinse her hair.  So lost in the simple pleasure that she hadn't noticed his arrival. Hadn't noticed him gazing at her every move. If she had, she may have become overcome with vexation rather then lost in the self indulgence of her nakedness.  The rushing sound of the waterfall made it easy for him to slide into the lagoon and approach her undetected.  Longing to surprise her, he swam up behind her - only to have the wonderment be on him - when she turned in the water and launched herself at him.  Both of them falling into the shallow caress of the waters.  

Laughing. Splashing.  Groping. Fondling. In ways that rivaled any teenage fantasy or love-fest.  Entangled they worked their way to shore.  The mist of the falling waters in the breeze still spraying their skin as the sun warmed them and they fell into the soft fine sand.   Massaging her bronzed flesh with pressure and untamed passion.  The touch of his hands, pure rapture to her.

Without a word, there was complete direction.  He read every cue that her body sensuously displayed.  And, when body language lacked enough intensity she'd guide his hands.  The sun adding heat to a moment sparked enough to combust fire.  Hands lost on each other - exciting every fiber of their beings. Awakening every nerve to send shivers racing the length of her spine. Unyielding palms and fingers worked the sun drenched bodies that glowed with a hint of inviting erotic sweat.  Shoulders. Neck. Down the small of her back.  Each movement pulsing with strength and pressure that told of the sensual acts to come.  As he nibbled on the bare flesh of her neck she felt fire in her core, yet shivered with anticipation.  His arms wrapped her from behind and his hands slid smoothly over her hips and caressed the soft skin just above her pelvis. Rubbing back and forth and climbing higher and higher.  She leaned back.  Melting into him.  Losing herself in every lascivious movement gliding over fleshy mounds that swelled with tension and want.  She turned her head over her shoulder to kiss him.  Lips fell open as impassioned tongues danced together.  Kissing him deeper, taking him in, sliding back and forth over his mouth and tongue, insinuating the motions of the salacious sex she desired...  

To be continued....

BUSINESS TRIP - Part VI - Hart's Desire

Flooded With Flashbacks

Have you ever wished for a night that would never end?

Jillian B. Hart

His eyes locked on her, taking in the droplets hanging in the hair that caught the light and reflected like diamonds dancing around her. She could feel herself shaking inside.  His touch, his kiss, leaving her feeling weak and slightly faint. It was incomprehensible.  Them being so in sync. Feelings so in unison. After scads of time had escaped them.  After their lives had ceased to be merged in any way, shape, or form for years.  Studying him, she dared to fathom and acknowledge that he was still the one. Still the one that she dreamed of - the one, a part of her heart had always continued to love.  She knew a part of her heart would forever belong to him.  

In the gentle drizzle, the moonlight fell on the cityscape of buildings beyond the bridge where it slipped through the shroud of clouds.  Darting in and out across the distance like the impassioned feelings chasing across the immediate atmosphere between them. Words eluded them as their eyes flitted across each other’s silhouettes as if to memorize the face before them.  Every meeting glance leaving them more entranced between the recollection of abundant memories and the reality that stood before them.  A reality theirs for the taking at this moment if they melted into this instant and lost control.  All she had always waited for stared back at her.  She saw before her every dream that she had longed to come true.  Her eyes fell closed under the overwhelming intensity of it all, as the voice in her head wished for this night to never end.  

SEVEN MINUTES, SERIOUSLY?!

Ms. Jillian B. Hart

Usually I prefer to block out the world and fall into the musical fantasy land that I have created on my ipod while performing like a hamster in a wheel trapped for the ensuing miles on the gym’s treadmill.  I do however keep the TV monitor on with closed caption - more often then not to catch a closed caption of world events on CNN.  

My last visit to the gym I found myself restlessly channel surfing while the tunes cranked in my head via ear buds.  I stopped to pause on the opening of The Doctors and put the remote down when Jillian Michaels entered the set.  Being a big fan of Jillian’s and Biggest loser, for the first time ever, while keeping pace, I did the disconnect from my ipod and clicked into the TV’s audio.  I was not to be disappointed.  The panel of doctors was all of the female gender and the audience was filled only with testosterone producing onlookers.   The gentlemen proceeded to ask the feminine forum of heath experts questions regarding women that ran the gamut. The questions ranged from anatomy, cellulite, walking in heels, beauty treatments and of course SEX!