Dia De Los Muertos

This right here… The words are just pure perfection!!!!

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Today is the day we died,

at precisely one year,

at nearly the exact minute.

You were my muse,

flawed perfection,

more than anything I had ever dreamed of being possible.

Everything I never knew I wanted came from you,

parts of me that I didn’t know were there,

and parts of me that were in a deep sleep,

you woke them with a vengeance.

You fascinated me more than any other woman I had ever known,

and it never stopped,

it never will.

Your name is etched across my forehead today,

to honor the dead that was us,

even though a day hasn’t gone by that I haven’t thought of you.

I’ll likely write this again in your honor,

in another year and again in another ten,

and every one in between.

Keeping forever as my dark-haired obsession,

always the purveyor of my passion,

torrential words spilled for you,

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Running is my therapy

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I’m not the best runner but I continue to run.   Running is the alone time that allows my brain to untangle the webs that have built up in my mind over the past day or two.

Despite the pain, because it heals my emotional pain.

Despite the self-doubt, because when I’m done – I’ve conquered myself.

Despite the chaos in my life, running allows me to find peace within myself.

When I’m feeling stressed, sad, happy or I just need to clear my head – I run.

The running path is a great listener and it’s free therapy.

My favorite little saying is:  Turn your headphones on and turn the world off.

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Eli

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I had met Eli at a neighborhood lesbian bar, where I had been going on occasion for a couple years. The first night I laid eyes on her was out on the dance floor, this short beautiful brunette caught my eye and I couldn’t turn my gaze away. The music was loud, lights were flashing and moving all over but between the glares I could make out this smile. Jesus was her smile flawless, we ended up moving closer to each other and eventually were dancing together, as the song winded down our faces were so close I just kissed her, it was electrifying.

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Bike MS: Breakaway to Key Largo

The goal–a world free of MS.

I’ve signed up for my second Bike MS–a fundraising ride that is changing the lives of people affected by MS and helping fuel progress toward a world free of MS. I’d love your support as I prepare for this incredible experience. Last year I was taken back and humbled by the ride in every aspect and the people behind it and involved!

Please support me today.

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Pedaling a bike could be the answer to a world free of MS. Mile by mile, dollar by dollar, Bike MS provides much needed funding not only to research, but to ensuring people affected by MS can live their best lives. I just signed up for this year’s ride and I’d really appreciate your support in my fundraising efforts.

I’ve set an ambitious goal because I know that with support from people like you we can get there. The money raised will help fund amazing progress in MS research, as well as services that ensure people affected by MS can live their best lives. This cause is really important to me, so I hope you will help me end MS forever.

Your tax-deductible contribution will help the National MS Society fund groundbreaking research and life-changing services for people living with MS. And ultimately, end MS forever.

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Friendship

So, they say you can have three types of friends – A friend for a reason, a season and a lifetime.  There are individual reasoning’s behind each one but it never states if they can cross over or change; I’ve had friends that should’ve been lifetime friends become friends for a season and then friends that were there as if sent just for one reason that have become lifetime friends.

I truly feel there are multiple types of friends you can have, from that one true best friend to an adventure buddy, a work friend, a wise mentor, a polar opposite friend and a brutally honest friend.  Everyone needs their circle, it doesn’t mean the friends in that circle need to be connected – Hell, they don’t even have to know each other necessarily.  Your friends are your “team” so to speak, they all play different positions and have a different impact in your life.

I have been blessed with a handful of amazing people that have come into my life and stand by my side at the end of every day, I know they have my back at all times.  They also aren’t afraid to call me out on my “bullshit” and put me in my place when I am wrong.  I am so grateful to my team, my people, my friends.

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To the friends from my past, I am grateful beyond words for the memories.  The lifetime friends that have turned into seasons and even reasons.  The lessons you’ve taught me; good, bad and indifferent.  Thank you.  There will always be a place in my heart for the friendship we once shared but people change and as we get older, people who were once like sisters; they’ll grow apart.  But friendship is like glass and once broken it can be fixed but cracks will remain.  There is no hate in my heart and when you reminisce on the memories I hope you smile like I do because they are some of the best laughs, tears and memories I could ask for.

There was a quote I saw the other day that brought up this post’s inspiration and it says “We all lose friends.. we lose them in death, to distance and over time. But even though they may be lost, hope is not. The key is to keep them in your heart, and when the time is right, you can pick up the friendship right where you left off. Even the lost find their way home when you leave the light on.”  

We all having “falling outs” and normally we all mend the friendships but some, some can’t be completely healed.  Some friendships, once lost – they’re gone forever and it’s a sad day when the realization of that occurs.  So to my lifetime’s turned into seasons; I’ll always be here, I’ll forever cheer you on from a distance and for a lifetime I’ll be nothing but happy for you.

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Kristy

There was a new girl at work, Kristy. I never do well with new people normally, my patience is always thin and I don’t necessarily like change.  This one ended up being different though, over the next few months we worked together multiple times each week. It just seemed that my lust wouldn’t stop growing as I’d admire her toned body, check out her expertly applied makeup, and dream about kissing her glossed lips. At certain times of the year, our company would sponsor the local children’s hospital which meant temporarily new uniforms! For some reason, the new shirts seemed to emphasize her tits, which during one discussion she had mentioned were an all-natural D.

I did begin playfully flirting with her. Mostly because it’s my personality anyways, but with her, I couldn’t hold back the serious undertone. I was taking inventory one night and putting the liquor away and she simply stepped up behind me to reach around my side. As she did, she pressed up against me slightly. I stood there frozen, mind completely empty, until she realized our situation and pulled back with an embarrassed laugh. We joked as only women could about the situation, but I was left wet and frustrated.

A few nights later we went out for drinks after we got off of work, it was just us so I sat next to her at the bar. She had her legs crossed and her top leg was wrapped up in my leg. My hand kept finding itself resting on her thigh as we were talking and just getting to know each other on a more personal level. Kristy was telling me about her past relationship and how he was just awful to her, it was breaking my heart and all I wanted to do was kiss her but I held back. After a couple of hours we decided to head out, I walked her to her car and she had asked if I wanted to see her new place, I hesitated but accepted and followed her there. We got to her door and the dim porch light was shining as we laughed because she was buzzed and couldn’t get the door unlocked, I offered to help and she stepped to the side. First try and the door unlocked, she shot me this grin, pushed me against the wall and kissed me. I swung the door open more as we stepped inside keeping our lips together, our tongues slipping in and out of the others mouth, She took my hand and led me to the couch. She laid on top of me, our legs intertwining. She stretched out along me, stretching our arms over our heads. This pressed our breasts into each other, and she brought her leg up. I looked up at her through half-drunk eyes, and saw the same desire looking down at me. I ran my hand down her arm to her breast, squeezing it up to my mouth as I sucked her nipple in. I flicked my tongue rapidly over it and she gasped, her other hand grasping mine. I lightly nibbled it with my teeth, which made her hips ripple in pleasure, then ran my hand back up her arm before repeating the whole thing on the other side.

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After doing so, I kissed her deep and sensual before opening my eyes and gazing into hers as I kissed my way down her body. My hands trailed down her body, and I kissed all around her flat, toned stomach, my hands squeezing each of her breasts, rubbing them, teasing her nipples.

After covering her belly with kisses, I worked my way down to her crotch, dragging the blankets with me, nibbling her clit and the inside of her thighs. My hands continued working her boobs, as she kept her arms stretched over her head. Eventually, I palmed her breasts as I took my first teasing lick of her soaked slit. I could smell her arousal, and had tasted some of it on her thighs. It in no way compared to the nectar straight from the source. I drove my tongue deep inside her, my nose rubbing on her clit. She gasped, then moaned in pleasure as she began to rub her clit against my nose. I sucked hard on her vaginal opening, and her thighs clenched my head as she gave a cry of pleasure. She reached down and ran her fingers through my hair, humping my face blatantly.

I brought a hand down and began fingering her, seeking out her g-spot as I flicked my tongue rapidly over her clit. As I rubbed against her g-spot inside of her, her hips began thrusting harder and faster. Suddenly her vaginal muscles seized my fingers and her juices gushed over my hands arm, and face. It only made me more hungry for her, as I finger fucked her to another orgasm, then a third.

Finally, she pushed me away and off her, then literally threw me up to the head of the bed.  She crawled up to me and we cuddled, side by side, wrapped around each other, until we fell asleep.

 

 

Being Single

Single is NOT a status.  Single is a word that describes someone that is strong enough to live and enjoy their lives without depending on others.  I am someone that LOVES, LOVE.   Yet I’ve never given myself the true chance to LOVE MYSELF.  I want to be my own rock, my own anchor, my own soul mate. I want to understand myself better than anyone else can. Anyone that knows me knows that when I fall, I fall fast and I fall hard. I am a hopeless romantic who wears my heart on my sleeve. I simply love the idea of being in love. I can’t remember a time in my life when I didn’t have some type of interest in somebody.  I love having a “texting buddy.”  I love feeling desired.  I have gotten hurt a few times, but I always pick myself up and try to move on.  Moving on is hard for me, though, simply because I love being in love.

Now I have focused on finding myself, healing myself, loving myself, being passionate, getting fit, growing friendships, meeting new people and making memories.  Not a day goes by that I regret this decision, to be single.  The thing is, I’m not single… I am simply dating myself.  I’ve learned to appreciate being single because it’s since I’ve been single that I have grown the most, I have become what I’ve spent years looking for.  That “Do Not Disturb” sign is still hanging on my heart because for now at least, my heart is happy.

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