auroramagiceyes
02-24-2010, 03:21 PM
Your lying there, that glazed look in your eyes everything that you want wet is now soaked, your happy and tingily and totally moist......
Your floating, the walls are fuzzy, (fuck it) for that matter the air is fuzzy, you've got starlets leaving little tracers in your eyes, the universe is perfect, and you reign supreme...... Then in the distance as though being whispered through a tunnel you hear some mere mortal male uttering the following words.....
"Are you ok?"
With that hint of school boy curious wondering (did I do that????)
They look at you, puzzled, and we all know what they want to know.......
WHAT DOES THAT FEEL LIKE?????
There in lies the problem.... because they lack the ultimate motherboard and no amount of RAM is ever going to show them what type of interface our servers are really capable of, they are left pondering.......
What exactly is SHE feeling.......And how does she get it to last so long......
The best response I've managed is one we can all relate to.......
Having a cookie......
But no mere mortal fucking cookie, oh no, oh no no no no no no no......no!
The cookie, ladies you know what kinda a cookie I'm talking about, that cookie......
But I'm jumping ahead of myself.......
Because to really respect that cookie you have to understand that cookie is ready, waiting for you......you just have to be able to reach up and grab it!!!!
Its there on the top shelf in the kitchen, you've just poured yourself a tall cold fresh glass of milk..... and lest we not forget your favorite program is on (for the men, your cable has unscrambled porn for some unknown reason, and your in the kitchen with a hard on, and a glass of milk cause you were really thirsty, and that milk was so damn good you know really really want a cookie.....top shelf, in a cookie jar.....)
Now where were we....right favorite program.....glass of milk (in your hand) and trying to reach the top shelf, to get your hand in the cookie jar.....for THAT COOKIE......
Oh no, the commerical break is ending, there is no time to stand on a chair, you've got to jump for it...... and not spill the milk (are we getting how difficult it actually is to get to that cookie)
The first jump, your hand touches the rim of the cookie jar, the steam of those fresh warm cookies moistens your fingers.......
The second jump, your hand reaches in the cookie jar, you feel the warmth of the semi-melted chocolate touch the tip of your finger....instantly your mouth waters...... you can TASTE that cookie.....
Last chance......
"we now come back to our regularly scheduled program....."
SHIT!
You leap, damn near grow a pair of wings and launch yourself up to that top shelf, your fingers reach all the way into the cookie jar, in a perfect moment of you and that cookie, your fingers grasp around its fullness, its warmth, the precious semi warm chocolate oozes over your fingers like lava, you let the wetness of your dripping tounge, wrap around the chocolate, the warmth of the dough, your mouth massages itself into that cookie, you float down to the floor, (you could give a fuck with whats on the TV now), you pour the cold milk into your mouth and suck down hard on the chocolate as it collides with the milk........ The shockwave from the chocolate crashing into the cold milk sends a ripple of heavy pulses pounding through you like the under current of a wave that pushes itself through you over and over and over again.....As you stand in this new ocean you realize you control the current and in that instant you reverse the waves outward to every extension of your body, up the back of your spine, letting the waves shatter at the back of your neck and ride down your arms through your fingertips, down the backs of your legs, to the ends of your toes.........
That is what it feels like......
<o:p> </o:p>
But the cookie isn’t always a guarantee because:
<o:p> </o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
Sometimes......
You get all the way up to the top shelf, hand all the way in the cookie jar, and SOMEONE got there before you and ate all the cookies and now your left with some crumbs....
or Sometimes......
You spill the milk, and then your stuck with a dry cookie and nothing to moisten your lips with...
or Sometimes.....
The TV program comes back on and you forget why you went into the kitchen.....
or Sometimes.....
SOMEONE decides to move the cookie jar, and you reach up to the top shelf and can't find the jar.....
or Sometimes.......
you reach in thinking your getting a homemade cookie and no its a store bought cookie that SOMEONE stuck in the microwave for 20 seconds to heat up....
or Sometimes......
you go to drink the milk, and its sour......
or Sometimes......
Your thinking so hard about reaching up to get that cookie, you lose your balance, fall on the floor drop the milk, and are left sitting on the kitchen floor, empty handed with a wet bottom.....
Yeah have fun with that last one all you want...
Your floating, the walls are fuzzy, (fuck it) for that matter the air is fuzzy, you've got starlets leaving little tracers in your eyes, the universe is perfect, and you reign supreme...... Then in the distance as though being whispered through a tunnel you hear some mere mortal male uttering the following words.....
"Are you ok?"
With that hint of school boy curious wondering (did I do that????)
They look at you, puzzled, and we all know what they want to know.......
WHAT DOES THAT FEEL LIKE?????
There in lies the problem.... because they lack the ultimate motherboard and no amount of RAM is ever going to show them what type of interface our servers are really capable of, they are left pondering.......
What exactly is SHE feeling.......And how does she get it to last so long......
The best response I've managed is one we can all relate to.......
Having a cookie......
But no mere mortal fucking cookie, oh no, oh no no no no no no no......no!
The cookie, ladies you know what kinda a cookie I'm talking about, that cookie......
But I'm jumping ahead of myself.......
Because to really respect that cookie you have to understand that cookie is ready, waiting for you......you just have to be able to reach up and grab it!!!!
Its there on the top shelf in the kitchen, you've just poured yourself a tall cold fresh glass of milk..... and lest we not forget your favorite program is on (for the men, your cable has unscrambled porn for some unknown reason, and your in the kitchen with a hard on, and a glass of milk cause you were really thirsty, and that milk was so damn good you know really really want a cookie.....top shelf, in a cookie jar.....)
Now where were we....right favorite program.....glass of milk (in your hand) and trying to reach the top shelf, to get your hand in the cookie jar.....for THAT COOKIE......
Oh no, the commerical break is ending, there is no time to stand on a chair, you've got to jump for it...... and not spill the milk (are we getting how difficult it actually is to get to that cookie)
The first jump, your hand touches the rim of the cookie jar, the steam of those fresh warm cookies moistens your fingers.......
The second jump, your hand reaches in the cookie jar, you feel the warmth of the semi-melted chocolate touch the tip of your finger....instantly your mouth waters...... you can TASTE that cookie.....
Last chance......
"we now come back to our regularly scheduled program....."
SHIT!
You leap, damn near grow a pair of wings and launch yourself up to that top shelf, your fingers reach all the way into the cookie jar, in a perfect moment of you and that cookie, your fingers grasp around its fullness, its warmth, the precious semi warm chocolate oozes over your fingers like lava, you let the wetness of your dripping tounge, wrap around the chocolate, the warmth of the dough, your mouth massages itself into that cookie, you float down to the floor, (you could give a fuck with whats on the TV now), you pour the cold milk into your mouth and suck down hard on the chocolate as it collides with the milk........ The shockwave from the chocolate crashing into the cold milk sends a ripple of heavy pulses pounding through you like the under current of a wave that pushes itself through you over and over and over again.....As you stand in this new ocean you realize you control the current and in that instant you reverse the waves outward to every extension of your body, up the back of your spine, letting the waves shatter at the back of your neck and ride down your arms through your fingertips, down the backs of your legs, to the ends of your toes.........
That is what it feels like......
<o:p> </o:p>
But the cookie isn’t always a guarantee because:
<o:p> </o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
Sometimes......
You get all the way up to the top shelf, hand all the way in the cookie jar, and SOMEONE got there before you and ate all the cookies and now your left with some crumbs....
or Sometimes......
You spill the milk, and then your stuck with a dry cookie and nothing to moisten your lips with...
or Sometimes.....
The TV program comes back on and you forget why you went into the kitchen.....
or Sometimes.....
SOMEONE decides to move the cookie jar, and you reach up to the top shelf and can't find the jar.....
or Sometimes.......
you reach in thinking your getting a homemade cookie and no its a store bought cookie that SOMEONE stuck in the microwave for 20 seconds to heat up....
or Sometimes......
you go to drink the milk, and its sour......
or Sometimes......
Your thinking so hard about reaching up to get that cookie, you lose your balance, fall on the floor drop the milk, and are left sitting on the kitchen floor, empty handed with a wet bottom.....
Yeah have fun with that last one all you want...