Prettyintelligentprincess

There is none.
Our contact is so sparse, pressure has had little time to be born...never mind grow.
This is a fresh new chapter and it's all very relaxing yet exciting and frustrating...
I am not foolish enough to invent myself with words...neither is he...this is just me...and him...and...
Us?
Well...that's not even happened yet.
The Darcy Education has served me well and I will always take care of my heart...from thereon.
This passionate girl needs a passionate time with a passionate soul...
And she is strong enough for that...

He's done it again.
It's always at the same time, the same point...the quintessential moment...
Ralph never fails to make my tears fall...the redness of deep cliffs and the desert wind dancing through her silk robes as he carries her...
Surging harder and deeper, the music invades my melting heart and I capitulate.
'The English Patient.' As beautiful in words as it is in images ...It was by my bedside when I was with Darcy one illicit night and day...Bloomsbury...nestling in a literary cocoon...red double deckers and small green spaces beneath the balcony...

I've been away from here a while...so busy and so determined...
I have worked so hard I have made my eyes sore...I have done so much I have proved so much and the future is rosy....more of The Return...later.

I have missed him.
So much.
I wrote and posted provocative Deneuve and someone unwittingly did not come close...but ...pinpointed...his blog...

I still yearn and yesterday a fleeting text at the end of my working day...still surrounded by colleagues...

14 days to go...

My heart jumped and I attempted a state of normality.
I have had no personal..no private time and I yearn for him so much ...he is interwoven amongst the thoughts and between my brainwaves...

And so...tonight...I began to read him...not just now..but the way he was before...

I have resisted and resisted as I know him from our shared textual moments only...our shared e-messages only and that...that will still remain nurtured inside my mind.
Tonight I viewed and I watched as a voyeur and I enjoyed his words and understood his passion and his needs...understood him.

It is his passion that is so striking and so endearing. Never...have I encountered a passion as deep and as articulate as mine.
I believe now..I may indeed have.
I still wait in the wings and will still be the Original One, the Passionate One, the Rather Sexy and Dirty One....
in her own right
and not in the shadow of beautiful moments already had.

He is eloquent and articulate in mind as well as in body.
I look forward to our noisy and hard descriptive pages of gorgeous fun in that square space of time...
In the last on the left...

I've not decided yet,...well...not enough to actually buy!
I love the shorts style brief...flattering and feminine...not a stick insect to manage the thong without selfconsciousness...not with THIS new Leading Man anyway!

Shaped, well fitted and sexily smart...

Oh...It's just knickers...not a business suit!

It will be steamy, most certainly...not really sure about the black and white....I had rather imagined 'technicolor'to be more apt, however, it is a bold girl who speaks and a sensitive soul beneath.
Therefore...the steam will be there..in the bar, down the corridor and definitely swirling around in last on the left...doesn't matter whether we skip or saunter..it's just the moment the door opens and the the square room of suspended time takes us both inside after the 'Do Not Disturb' is firmly fixed.

It's just my knickers I'm worrying about!
He has suggested I wear none if I was so worried ..but..ironically... that makes a girl feel dreadfully naked and ....well...where does all one's excitement go if not seeping into one's knickers!
Girls...forgive me..YOU will get this so much...we care about the touch, the feel, the appearance of the lovely lingerie. Yes, we know that (hopefully) it will be off rather sooner than later, however to be relaxed and confident and beautiful... the lingerie has to be perfectly placed; fabulously flirtatious; and sexily saucy...as well as just being beautifully beautiful.
Now...boys,are you listening?
Try asking the assistant THAT in Marks and Sparks!

I am perusing and pondering.
I need virgin lingerie..untouched and sacred...

He is far too decent and far too much of a gentleman to ravish me...in previously ravished knickers!

This may be a fuck but it's going to be a beautiful and gorgeous one.

You Are Very Sexy

Damn! You are one hot number. You have a lot of sex appeal.
You know you're sexy, and you're not afraid to put it all out there.

And while you're very appealing, you're careful not to be trashy or over the top.
Sexy is all about attitude. And you totally have the attitude that people love.

http://www.blogthings.com/areyousexyquiz/

How You Are Sexy

You are flirtatious and fun with most people. You know how to keep things light, friendly, and sexy.

You are friendly and outgoing, even to people who don't deserve it. Your positive body language makes you even sexier.

Your modern look is sexy. You don't give people too much of the same old thing. You like to change it up.

You wear sexy underwear, and that's definitely hot. Feeling sexy is important to being sexy, even if no one knows what's underneath your clothes

Why can I NEVER get the proper image like SJ? I always have to delete it as it comes up 'parsor error' or something...what is that?

You are whimsical, spontaneous, and fun loving.

You connect well with people, but nature is your true love.

Changing locations and scenery is important to your creativity.

You are inspired by the surroundings around you

He will meet her at the station...not at the bar. The bourbon will wait ...he will prioritise.
She will smile...I know she will. She will smile and probably smile more breaking into giggles and then calming into another smile and sensible demure...the eyes have it.

She too is attempting great things in the workplace.
She is..'On a roll...'
She is 'back'
She is
She is
She is.
But more beckons and the human touch cannot be denied. She fights to get out, to escape to touch, to feel human...just for a small time: an explosive ecstatic time.
And still she waits...he plans to the detail and she knows any fall will be landing softly with delicate desire ...
He will yearn and demand and command and ...capitulate into the vibrance of mutual manifestation.
She sees herself infront of him.
She is his Deneuve.
She sees herself linking his arm.She sees herself wandering, sauntering along to last on the left...next to him.
She sees herself being kissed by him.
She feels his breath and his closeness and his urgency and his hard hard impatience...which has been patient for so long.

She sees herself being undressed by him.
She sees the desire..it seeps out.
She sees him
She blinds him
She craves him
...Bardot style...

She feels...finally...she feels him deeply embedded

Deeply
Inside
Within..

Soon....
21 days soon.

Shattered.
Tired.
Sportacus and Budding Vet collected and settled...She thanks God for DVD players no matter what anyone says. They are useful when parents are so tired! Doors locked and all in place; they are safe. They have drinks and snacks...and Mummy needs some rest.

Bags and coats put away..the silent closing of the bedroom door...cocooned in silence: peace.They know where she is; they know she needs quiet.

Sitting and kicking off boots...not even undressing, just sliding down the zip of her skirt and slipping off stockings, she swings her legs up onto the bed...softness beneath her and she drifts...almost immediately into a deep sleep.

The buzz of her phone stirs her and she reaches...and misses. Reaches again. Struggling to open her eyes. She's been asleep for over half an hour and the low voice of the DVD still soothingly plays in the room beneath. Finally, eyes open, mind stirring...his words swim into view. It's him. Floyd Fan..the gentle yet thorough planner of Future Fun Time. Smiling, she stretches and then snuggles under her bathrobe...and feels the sudden dart of pleasure between her thighs..

She squirms, she turns and responds to him.
Firstly in words. She sends...
She sends her words and then she squirms some more...
He sounds alone and almost anxious...she reassures. She wants him so much; she yearns to remain untouched until it is he who satisfies and plunges deep inside her.
She needs the touch of him.
She needs the urgency of him.

He buzzes again...
She smiles and lets him into her desires...
She squirms some more and realises her skin is so smooth as her skirt slides upwards...

She wants to be raised.
To be turned over.
To be held firmly.
To be entered deeply and hard and angrily.

It takes seconds...
Hips thrusting.
Thighs clenching.
Back arching.
Shouts stifling.

The after shocks shake through her for some time...

Finally she is still except for the tremendous vibrant heartbeat within.

Wifely duties beckon she tells him.

I will be coming soon, he replies.

I need to take the train...yes That One!
I need to arrive at the hotel...yes That One!
I need to see him smile and watch.
I need to see him take my case and sit with me ...first.
I need to hear his voice...I am still deaf to it.
I need to see the smiles we wrote about.
I need to hear the giggles we wrote about about.
I need to smell the coffee.
I need the last on the left.
I need his warmth.
I need his urgency.
I need his passion, his force, his roughness, his closeness.
I need to feel his heartbeat.
I need to feel his yearning and his desire and his need.
I need to hear my voice as I shout.
I need the hard kisses, the tight embrace, the deep penetration into warm soft centres.
I need his passion.
I need his need.
I need 27 or so days to pass soon.

Four things you probably never knew about me

This one is a bit different from the rest. Four things about me that you may or may not have known in no particular order.

Four jobs I have had in my life (other than current job):
1. Pharmacy assistant
2. Perfume seller
3. Clothes shop assistant
4. Checkout Operator at Morrisons

Four movies I would watch over and over:
1. Last of the Mohicans
2. Once Upon A Time In The West
3. The Good, The Bad And The Ugly
4. The English patient

Four other places I have lived
Pass

Four TV Shows that I watch: RIGHT NOW:
1. Ashes To Ashes
2.
3.
4.

Four places I have been:
1. Telegraph Cove, Vancouver Island.
2. Bali.
3. The Farne Islands
4. New York.

People who e-mail me (regularly):
1. My line manager…now that she knows I am back for good.
2. My ‘adopted parents’
3. Future lover.
4. Companies assuming I need them!

Four of my favourite foods.
1.Cheese and onion sandwiches
2.Cheese on toast
3.Roast potatoes...with gravy!
4.Chocolate Profiteroles

Four places I would rather be right now:
1. In a pub,with a lager/vodka and tonic and a band on
2. North Eastern hills and valleys, castles and beauty
3. Restaurant with the girls
4. With a lover...

Four friends I think will respond:
1.Sidejump
2.Jackfrost
3.Thespian
4.Confuddled

Four things I am looking forward to this year:
1 Making a difference to many
2.Regaining my rightful profile and my rightful position at work
3.Being there so much more for my beautiful children
4.Knowing The Thought Police could never and will never break me.

Oh, it's like a film..really...really and truly.
I was in Bitch 1's room the other day and I had to use the computer...Me being me, was distracted by the needs of Little Plurals who I nurture and prepare...they have been without me too long.

Second attempt to get the info for them...just a click...
That's all it took.
And another.
Realising this was not my Memory Stick I did a double take. Let's do a Director's cut!
Camera zooms in on computer screen...
Heart pounding...rapid heart beat increasing volume as camera zooms to file...centre screen.
Oh...what a picture...my name...The Passionate One has a File....IN CAPITAL LETTERS...

Is it sneaky...? asked Angel, later that day...you bet darling!

Back to scene:
She looks quickly at the open door...
Plurals busy busy...
Heart, pounding pounding...
She clicks...
She quickly scans...
She curses Bitch 1 very unceremoniously in her head...
She looks at the door...

Quick!
Be Quick!!!!
Slides her Memory Stick into slot...

Yes you guessed.
Close up please on finger action.
Close up please on darting eyes.
Close up.
Close up.
Close up.

Copied and complete she smoothly withdraws...silently sighs...unglistening sweat...

Plurals all busy.
She returns to them...over the shoulder shot please director...
Hot Memory Stick in Hot Hand...
Sweaty
Slimey
Secretive
Secreted
Stored

Angel: Was it rude about you? Was it helpful about you? Was it designed to fail you?

The Passionate One: Take a guess.

Angel: Stay calm.

The Passionate One: I am. Very. I am more wise. I am more professional.I am more powerful. I am calm.

1. I did not lose my virginity until I was 18, and it was with my first love who I had been with for two years. Our relationship lasted for three more years.

2. I love changing into my pyjamas early evening...even if it's only tea time!

3. I experienced my first orgasm with my teddy bear...cringe...at the age of eleven and was not sure what it was...but hell it was excellent!

4. I have moisturised twice a day since the age of thirteen when an anti-acne product seriously dried out my skin.

5. I have a daughter the same age as the poet, Simon Armitage and we have talked about them over lunch.(No..no gossip please...it was in an official capacity!)

6. I have made love to two women (or maybe , they were making love to me...)...not at the same time....but have no urge to do so again.

7.I adore watching clouds and nature and have been known to forget what I was meant to be doing as I was too busy watching flocks of Starlings flying low to roost!

I have 28 days left before I see him for the first time.
I have 28 days to wonder whether or not I will 'last' and not be tempted.
I have 28 days to enjoy my imaginative and gorgeous play alone just imagining him.
I have 28 days to wait until the date! The date that must be the longest arranged date in history!!!!

Last night I watched lovely dirty porn...alone...but I was in the mood...and it did not disappoint.I did need to move my damp thighs apart a little and then caress and feel the warmth therein.

I was so turned on I felt the hardness of my clit and the pulsations deep within and pushing downwards making me want to burst, to explode. Hips rocking and shuddering, thighs tight and strong holding the sensation as the beautiful wetness seeped out, like my stifled moan seeped out as I gripped my hair, caressing my head.

Waiting for my beating heart to cease before slinking under the marital duvet,pictures of lovers holding me,stroking me.

G called this evening...a pleasant chat actually...on his way home for a long weekend...his texts resumed earlier this week. Not many. But enough for me to know G-inc is pining for some sexy sex...but, it won't work and there is no passion left for him. Yet we talked a little and his main concern was the success of The Return as he remembered vividly scars on my wrists resting above my head, before they healed. I disturbed him. He is happy I am being treated like a 'human being.'

It was a conversation that I ended calmly...but smiling and polite and comfortable.

I called in the skittish colt today and expressed concern over her unprofessionalism. Her inexperience speaks volumes. She was cowed and uncomfortable. Her childish silence for the rest of the day did not move me.

Again my strength has been commented on and again I feel almost undeserving of that praise and faintly remember a broken girl some weeks ago....I keep looking forward. On and on.

I have such huge yearnings for passion...I feel I will burst.

I am now glowing,oozing presence and status and calm and complete professionalism.
The insecure jerkiness of Bitch 2 increases daily, however, she has a new post ...and...fantastic news, she leaves sooner than expected.
Bitch 1 continues to forge an alliance which is necessary and needed as I have done my utmost to work with her; to re-establish; to re-integrate and finally she has had to face up to it: the Passionate one is back and she's doing so well and not going anywhere.

Dram is just a polite nuisance with desires to leave. Unfortunately that has not happened yet.
The Young One is STILL around; still lapping up attention from those less senior; still behaving like a skittish colt; still directionless. She needs to go and quickly, although I suspect she may have her uses..

And Angel is there...so strong and scary and open and honest and she will be having words soon...I know.

Honest and wise advisors still gently lean in and guide and usher...quiet and discreet and lovely.

My journey is smoother now.
I have still not finished travelling.
But, the light...the beautiful light is there and I can feel the warmth of the sunbeams glancing off the walls.

I believe we have set a date. A real date. One on the calendar and one I have circled in my diary. One of two dates actually...but this is better for both of us..

He sent a message today...did I still want it? Still want our precious moment, our precious fuck?

Yes and yes...please.

The feeling of warmth and nakedness and the human touch is tantalisingly close now and it is not long to wait.

I yearn for lovely hard kisses and to be held and to be whispered to. To be explored slowly and sexily and to squirm and to moan and to shout and to relax into his heartbeat.

He's in my head
My head..
Still.

Right you lot!
If I should meander and wander and reflect and muse and have a bloody good sexy time/romp/play....with or without a partner to help....
You NEED to be a FRIEND!!!!
Otherwise you WILL miss out on my sexy journeys with ardent lovers inbeautiful rooms and delightful fantasies and sexy loneliness and private sexy toy joy with lovely undies and warm wetness and lots of noise...

This is real...Blogland leaders have been reasonable in tone and that is down to your wonderful support...really...
Just a gentle request to turn two posts to friends....and if I wish to explode in a literary sense in future...
I will have to take care
And be aware
That some out there
Are so jealous of a bright and eloquent and intelligent and sexy girl.
Yes, I am rare.
But I am true.

And I will always be offensive to the puritanical few.

Sign up.
Be my friend.
Be my voyeur 'till the end.

Puritans, you will NEVER make me dead.

You Are 92% Passionate, 8% Compassionate
http://www.blogthingsimages.com/
You are a truly passionate person, and for you, love is a drug.

When you're in love, you lose all grip on reality. And it's a wild ride.

Although falling in love is vivid experience for you, it's sometimes *too* intense.

Dear Blog.co.uk

I am pissed off.
Yes.
With you.
I am an excellent writer whether the topic is sex or sun or sea or survival.
Absolutely no way does my blog belong to a 'sex' site! Yuk.
Anyone writing a 'sex' blog will be completely overshadowed by my engaging skill as a writer.
A sex blog is usually fantasy driven; technically lacking in sophisticated language; narrow and, to be honest, a bit rough...dare I say...common.

Let's get something straight.
I generate a fair amount of traffic.
Many comments on posts with or without sex.
I engage.
I entertain.
I am honest and frank and open.
The very honesty of my words draws people and honesty defines my writing.
The world has enough cautious words and not enough open words.
I am not here to harm.

I am here to be me.

Yes...to the anonymous complainant...this is all me....
Unbelievable....well,...sometimes.
My words encapsulate my passions.
My words encapsulate my fears, my hopes, my dreams, my actions and my experiences.

Why then, can YOU not resist reading me?
YOU have to read in order to complain.

You see the provocative image of my blog.
You read my description.
You read my introduction in HUGE LETTERS with a (NO LONGER) subtle 18+ warning.
You absorb the title.
You read the post.....

THEN...you complain.

Gosh...how unintelligent and how withered you must be.
How the guilt fills you with poisonlike deadliness after you masterbate; after you watch some porn; after you fantasise about schoolgirls....

Let your guilt continue to seep with as much energy as my creativity and passion flows.

You will never make me dead.

You Are Artemis!

Brave, and a natural born leader.
You're willing to fight for what you believe in...
And willing to make tough decisions.
Don't forget - the people around you have ideas too!

I have asked blog.co.uk team twice now for advice and some closer guidance and I am going to wait now until they reply. Up till now, no one has, so I wait.

Thanks to those of you who have already sent advice in one way or another.

I have made that last sexy post for friends only...so no one else can read it...but as for anything else, well I write rather regularly and I need to know specifically if there is anything else I need to do.

I received this from Blog.co.uk tonight and I am really upset.
I write about me. My life. My thoughts. My hopes, my dreams, my nightmares.
I don't know what to do.
Please can someone help me.
I have written and written my heart on every page since I tried to take my own life on September 21st 2007.
I am no angel.
I am a passionate and sensitive and caring woman and I feel so upset I may have offended someone.
If I have, I am so sorry.
I don't even know which post they are referring to.
And why? Why now, after all this time?
I have enough here to publish a book!
So I need to know which part I must remove.
I feel I am removing part of me and I wonder who it is who has considered me so terrible to remove me this way.
I warn and I explain about no children or weak-hearted.
This is what I received:

Dear prettyintelligentprincess@hotmail.co.uk,
We request that you either remove or set as private the sexually explicitmaterial that you publish on your blog, as it violated the Terms of Servicethat you agreed to on registration with BCUK, in particular the following section: "The User will not link to, offer or promote content which is unlawful,offending, ethically or morally improper, pornographic or racist." If you fail to remove or make private the sexually explicit material withinthree working days (ie by 1130 CET on Wednesday March 12th), we will be forcedto remove it ourselves.
Kind regards blog.co.uk Customer Support

Today, I plucked up the courage to re-read my sleep medication induced post from the other night...well..you can't say I wasn't relaxed!
Today I giggled about it too!
Today I admired my growing Clustrmap...it has blobs all over! It's rather fascinating!!
Today, I realise a particular person on here whom I respect and admire very much, may actually know..or have known Mansion Man!! But, I may be wrong...but it is just amazing!

Bitch two got the job. Thank god...oh so sweet as Bitch One has lost her alibi from September...justice is sweet.
What's more...Bitch One is accused of 'bullying' another memeber of staff in the department...and the top team...know.
They know everything.
Chief One and Two must be so stressed that this department is actually going to make the grade this year...
It's more exciting at my place of work than Coronation Street right now! Bitch One..yes the one who back stabbed and the one who lied and the one who ..I find out...told people...'I TOOK A FEW PILLS!!!!!' and 'I WAS BEING DRAMATIC!!!' is having an 'illness' monitored...and I know...in fact..I'll put money on it now...I know she'll turn this round to ...SHE is being bullied....and it's contributing to her illness....

Dram never got the job...shame...she needs to fuck off...she really does...

It was a particular type of evening on Thursday where the parents of the many plurals attended and it was a wonderful experience...moving and so wonderful.

I know where my passion lies...they were so wonderful and so lovely...so so glad, relieved, thankful I was back...I wish I could have bottled their high esteem for me...I wish , I wish.

And Bitch Two glowered as she listened...and of course Bitch One will have a full feed back...

But now Bitch Two sees light at the end of her tunnel...she will begin to unravel..and I know there may be a mess to clean up at the end..but I'm ready.

In other news:
I yearn for the human touch and I stamp my feet with impatience.
Mansion Man is off skiing somewhere affluent...
I feel relief with my silent phone.

Mr Estate Agent wanted closeness and contact on Thursday night...he sulked when I declined...why do men sulk??? G is exactly..well, was exactly the same!

Floyd Fan feeds my fruition and I still wait...