KISS ME I'M IRISH - Mar Chuid Dá (Part II)

Jillian B. Hart

She found herself very melancholy and couldn't even explain why if she had been asked.  Rather then give into the blues she fashioned on a casual emerald green dress and zipped up the knee length, spiked, black boots. Slipped into a leather jacket and headed out the door.  People watching always lifted her spirits and gave her inspiration to write.  What better night to gather in the sights.  

She sat at the bar, taking in the blur of faces on the dance floor. The festive holiday sounds emanated through the room mixed with dance tunes.  Shiny plastic four leaf clovers and green beads dangled from necks and bounced across chests in erratic and off beat motions. Choirs of "Slainte" replaced the usual shouts of cheers followed by the clinks of beer mugs.  Green beer overflowed, yet, not her drink of preference so she had ordered Bailey's straight up.  Every one was Irish today.  Yet her Irish eyes were far from smiling.  Although she had never fancied this Irish pub in the city, perhaps this wasn't the right pub to observe the happy crowds, as something about the place reminded her of times gone by. 

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.”  

WICKED QUESTIONS

WHAT, 
IF, 
WHAT IF I NEVER MET YOU?!
Jillian B Hart

"What and if... Two non-threatening words that when put together can haunt you for the rest of your life." Ah, yes, the movies always have the words.  But how often have you caught yourself questioning life along those lines?

There are people that come in and out of our lives and leave us forever, never the same.  What if I never met you.  Everyone has those people in their lives.  The ones where you know - you wouldn't be who you are if not for them.  There are some that are your favorites over the years.  That made your face light up and the stars shine in your eyes. Some that go in and out of your life.  Some that have screwed things up or made things better.  Sometimes you were open.  They were closed.  Vice versa. Old friends.  Old loves.  Both.  Nostalgia can be something to revel in and it can also be a wicked place to dwell.  Especially on those occasions when and if you have too much time to think.  It can haunt you or wrap around you with indescribable comfort like a blanket fresh from the dryer on a cold day. Nostalgia - you never know which way it will hit.  You smile... but silent tears speak volumes.  Happy or sad.  Both. You smile in the warmth of the memories, but there are the select few who know.  Who can look in your eyes and see the sorrow behind the sparkle.  Who know that to this day, despite the happiness you hold, you wonder, "what could of been"...

Are there some people in this life that you never get over?  That you just cannot live without. That will forever own a piece of your heart. Like it or not! That you will forever wonder about.  Think about.  Question if you should of zigged when you zagged.  Forgetting them, is like forgetting to breath. It's an impossibility. You can close your eyes and imagine the image of them that is imprinted on your heart and shiver at the thoughts and dreams of a life that never happened.  Are there days that you wonder... How did I even get here?  Days that you wish you could dance again.  Laugh again. See your smile reflected back to you in their eyes again. Are there days you wonder can you ever go back?  You can't go back. No one can. Can then exist now? Should you even let it?

When life has taken you down one path... how do you forget the other?  How do you breath with no air?  Some days it's just hard to breathe.

Life goes on and you live it.  Make yourself happy in it.  Shine like the sun.

Breathe in the memories...  Breathe, just breathe...
'Cause if you don't breathe - you die.

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.  

LUNCH TIME POLL

Dawn & Barbara

Today's Lunch Time Poll is more of a "topic" then a "question"...

Can an innocent flirtation be healthy?

According to one law firm, over 20 percent of new divorce petitions contain references to Facebook.

Which is more forgivable an emotional affair, a sexual affair, or a one night stand?

Can a relationship truly recover from any of the above?

The new trend in some relationships seem to be steering bored or broken marriages, or long term relationships,  to be "open". Is it even a marriage anymore once that step has been taken?

How many people in this world of social networking have had this happen to them or a "friend"?
Care to share............  feel free to choose anonymous when commenting if you dare.

JILLIAN B HART - HART'S DESIRE TEASER...

CATCH UP ON THE ESCAPADE!

Jillian promises the story, "Business Trip", will continue this week!

When last read, in Part V, our Boston couple had just shared the kiss of a lifetime in a misty rain and under a full moon.  Passionately drawn to each other and their past connection. Helplessly hanging on the edge of what was long ago and balancing on a line, that if crossed, risks everything that is their life now...  One moment, one night can change everything - forever!

Hart's Desire - Business Trip Part I - March 4, 2011

Hart's Desire - Business Trip Part II - March 7, 2011

Hart's Desire - Business Trip Part III - March 9, 2011

Hart's Desire - Business Trip Part IV - March 11, 2011

Hart's Desire - Business Trip Part V - March 15, 2011

ENJOY THE TEASER... 

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

...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 others 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.............  

JILLIAN B HART

Preludes to this post...


Kiss Mr I'm Irish - Pháirt Amháin (Part I)


Kiss Me I'm Irish -  Mar Chuid Dá - (Part II)


AFTER THE KISS

Elegant fingers intertwined with his as she fell slightly ahead of him in the mob leading him hand in hand away from the bar.  It was impulsive.  Reckless.  But, after losing herself in his kiss she was willing to abandon reason. Rushing thoughts trying to fill her with doubt. There was a time her heart had been crippled from the pain of losing him. From the pain of doing the right thing for the wrong reasons. To please the wrong people. 

They had once been so close to everything. And, then there was naught. She walked on, weaving the crowd. Nothing was greater then the risk that came with embracing this moment. Nothing greater then the loneliness that pierces your soul, behind a bright smile and a full life.

Exhilarated by the strong rhythm reverberating in her chest. She wanted her heart to keep beating like this...  To be uncontrollably aware of being alive and not just moving through motions. This was the type of moment, that affirms that heaven does exist. Makes you believe, that right here, in this moment is where you are supposed to be. The moment you know and say to yourself, “all I need is this right now”.

HANDCUFFS ANYONE?

Jillian B. Hart

Walking the NC-17 line at DRL this afternoon.  And, they say my post are steamy!  Walker & "party girl" Boyle must have caused a little condensation on computer monitors around the world today with their viewpoints on "He Said, She Said".


Without tipping my toe in the hot tub of innuendo and inclination that bubble up and over in the comments. (Although I must admit, considering the topic, it stayed rather mild - making allowance where it could have gone to pushing the limits of FCC regulations.)  I'm going to give my two cents in an indirect way.


Once again it all comes down to SEX!  Imagine that!  Wanting to add spice, thrills, and excitement is NORMAL.  Very normal.  So why does it seem so shocking and naughty to suggest things outside the typical bedroom "box"?  Isn't it the naughtiness that makes it more desired?  It's all about forbidden fruit.  That dates way back.  This obviously is not a new issue to mankind.  When society has come leaps and bounds in many moral and social aspects why does it stall and stagnate on issues of sexuality? 


Isn't everything you need to pump up your sex life right within you.  You have everything you need (as long as your partner agrees)!  Live boldly.  You and your mate are the ones that draw your boundaries or break them.  You control the moment and where it can take you. Communication and honesty are key.  Talk about what you want and how you want it - if you dare, with whom you want it.  Commit to trust and then go for it. Rather then cautiously test the waters, dive straight in to the sex life you want with free abandon.  If you both agree the potential is limitless.


Start simply.  Change perfumes.  Light some candles.  Get a babysitter.  Dare I say, initiate SEX! Fancy some lacy lingerie or sexy boxers.  Talk "dirty". Start some foreplay in a room that DOESN'T have a bed in it. Toss on a white T-shirt and surprise your lover in the shower  for a little "Wet Tee" fantasy.


Once you have started walking that line - push! "Push it real good!" Hell, Copp is out kissing frogs!  Decide what your forbidden fruit is, and TAKE A BITE.  For some it may mean playing dress up (ladies, don't forget sexy heels - in many instances it will be all that stays on in the end!), for others - please pass the handcuffs & scarfs.  Although, not for everyone it, for some may mean inviting others into your intimacy and creating the "sex-capade" of you wildest dreams.  However if you break out of that box and take the splash it's certain to be anything but ANTI-CLIMATIC!

KISS ME I'M IRISH - Mar Chuid Dá (Part II)

Jillian B. Hart

She found herself very melancholy and couldn't even explain why if she had been asked.  Rather then give into the blues she fashioned on a casual emerald green dress and zipped up the knee length, spiked, black boots. Slipped into a leather jacket and headed out the door.  People watching always lifted her spirits and gave her inspiration to write.  What better night to gather in the sights.  

She sat at the bar, taking in the blur of faces on the dance floor. The festive holiday sounds emanated through the room mixed with dance tunes.  Shiny plastic four leaf clovers and green beads dangled from necks and bounced across chests in erratic and off beat motions. Choirs of "Slainte" replaced the usual shouts of cheers followed by the clinks of beer mugs.  Green beer overflowed, yet, not her drink of preference so she had ordered Bailey's straight up.  Every one was Irish today.  Yet her Irish eyes were far from smiling.  Although she had never fancied this Irish pub in the city, perhaps this wasn't the right pub to observe the happy crowds, as something about the place reminded her of times gone by. 

KISS ME I'M IRISH - Pháirt Amháin (Part I)

Ms. Jillian B. Hart

Kissing is one of the most sensual and sexy ways too express your passion for your partner.  So many ways to get erotic with your lover but most often the starting point is a kiss.  A lingering embrace of lips that leaves your mate longing for more and daydreaming about you long after the moment is gone.

In the chaos of life it is all too easy to forget the power of the kiss.  All to easy to fall into the "smooch" and or "smack' syndrome. The quick peck that has become habit and essentially is so over used that it means nothing. This cordial interaction certainly doesn't raise a pulse.  Day in and day out, reality gets in the way and these kisses have their place but to keep sparks from fizzling a couple must define time to include romantic passionate kisses in their daily love diet.  These encounters need not be saved for "bedroom time" but should rather be used often as prelude to escapades yet to come.  What is more exciting then anticipation?  You want your lover to desire you,  then it is necessary to lay one on them that leaves them longing for more.  Sexy kissing is all about a moment that makes your partner crazy for you.  Kissing must not just be a road map to sex but rather an appreciated act of pleasure unto itself.

"BUSINESS" TRIP - Part V - Hart's Desire

Ms. Jillian B. Hart

"Business" Trip - Part I (Read this first!)

"Business" Trip - Part II (Then Read this!)

"Business" Trip - Part III (Then Read this!)

"Business" Trip - Part IV (Of course, then, read this!)

Breathless in the moonlight... Continued...


Under the ceiling of a black sky, billowy gray clouds danced with the illuminated orb and stars peeked through speckling the blackness with tiny golden glows. Time seemed to stand still. Their breath, slightly labored, fell into unison together while the breezes of the night whispered a wordless harmony of yearning around them.  

He looked beautiful in the moonlight. Short, dark, raven like, locks swaying in the light gentle wind as the intensity of his gaze riveted on her thick lashed eyes. He was helplessly mesmerized by her close proximity as he watched her trembled slightly with overwhelming anticipation. Her pulse aroused like thunderclaps reverberating through her veins as he leaned in and she felt the magic between them intensify. He tenderly ran his finger across her bottom lip and twisted his wrist to cup the soft, smooth flesh of her cheek.  Heat engulfed

BUSINESS TRIP - Part IV - Hart's Desire

Ms. Jillian B. Hart

"Business" Trip - Part I (Read this first!)

"Business" Trip - Part II (Then Read this!)

"Business" Trip - Part III (Then Read this!)

Walking On JFK Street... Continued...

Her sling backs tick away like an erratic clock on the concrete sidewalk as she takes short, quick strides to keep his pace. The neighborhood is filled with the warmth of history as if every building could tell a story.  Brownstones with amber hues in their windows, tall trees and street lights line the dark asphalt path. The sights reminiscent of her memories of walking through Brooklyn decades ago.  Somewhere between steps she noted that their fingers had stayed intertwined making her even more aware of how she ached for something far more intimate with him. The conversation was lighthearted and frisky.  Subjects scattered and jumped from one thing to another with no rhyme or reason.

“It’s a beautiful night.” 

“Agreed.” was his reply.

His short answer not bridging the conversation to a next topic. 

"Business" Trip - Part III - Hart's Desire

Ms. Jillian B. Hart

"Business" Trip - Part I (Read this first!)

"Business" Trip - Part II (Then Read this!)

Still at Shay's Pub... Continued...

When a waiter paused by the table, he asked, “Would you like a drink?”

“I’ll have one of what you’re having.” She responded.  To heady to think of a better answer.  More wine arrived and she was secretly thankful not to be mixing drinks on a stomach empty, yet filled with butterflies.

Night was falling quickly.  The sunlight waned into an ultramarine sky.  The reflection of the neo-classical brick bridge was fading into the St. Charles River except where modern lighting decorated the view. The glow of windows of the nearby Harvard buildings began dotting the horizon.  

"Business" Trip - Part I

Ms. Jillian B. Hart

A Business Trip... Somewhere in Beacon Hill... 

He glances at a text that instantly creates arousal and intrigue.

"Where can I meet you?" 

His eyes blur the words on the screen as his mind jumps from thought to thought wondering if it is a text game or if an open invitation has now been engraved. 

The desire to respond must be calculated by the need to be professional, work day doesn't end for a few hours. A little while later, before the opportunity to text back arrives... his pocket vibrates again.... signaling another text message.  

Her again.  "Or shall I send you clues on where to find me?" 

It took nothing to picture her smile as she typed the words or the gleam and sparkle in her eyes as she pressed send. Just the right mixture of impatience and enticement.  His mind now racing around with the finishing thought being, she's here.

LUNCH TIME POLL

Jillian B. Hart


Recently having written about the "one that got away", left me wondering if your circumstance allowed...

Would you rather have the chance to hang out or hook up with a former lover or the famous celebrity or your choice?