ShaunaMarie's Ramblings

              He laid sweet tiny kisses on my forehead, between my eyes, on the tip of my nose. That made me smile. His tongue dove deeply into the dimple on my cheek before finally licking at my lips, whisper soft. “Your lips are as soft as silky petals,” I could feel his breath against my face. Pulling away, staring at my mouth cupping my face in his big hands. “A gateway to taste every part of who you are, and who you are is all mine, forever. I will never get enough of your taste. I will never get enough of you." he said softly sliding his lips over mine, his tongue gently prodding at the seam. Welcoming his exploration, dancing with the song of his moans in my mouth, giving him everything he asked for, without reservation, without hesitation.                 I leaned into him, wrapping my arms around his neck, threading my fingers through his hair, melding my soft curves into his hard muscles. His hands slid down my body, gliding gently across my breasts. He continued his

For some crazy reason, I am extremely attracted to Libra men. I have three exs, best friend, brother, father and have been out with many others. The last one was right on the cusp, but, claims Scorpio. He's a Libra, trust me. Libra's are my kryptonite. They are charming and broody and funny and they love to philosophize, examine the wrongs of the world. They're sensitive and emotional and just overall sweet men. BUT and that is a big BUT, they hurt me every time. They break my heart, aren't ready to commit or aren't interested in committing to me. Twice I have been told, "I'm sorry but I am marrying someone else."  One of them after six years of a tumultuous relationship. Recently, I was drawn to a man. He was attractive, intelligent, very charming, and seemingly, into me. I asked his birthday, sure enough, Libra. I knew it before he even told me. I said to him. "I'm so sorry. We can't talk anymore." "Why?" he asked.

I’ve always wondered about the men and women in romance novels and songs that provoke such deep feelings. The song Have You Ever Really Loved a Woman, or Lady In Red . The movie When a Man Loves a Woman … Men who understand and appreciate the women they love. What makes those women so special? What is it that men see in the women they honestly truly madly deeply love. The kind of love that makes them never want to even look at another besides her? A woman who ruins them for all others? Are there really men out there that love so deeply that they can’t think of anything but her? Driving him to distraction? All he can think about is holding her, possessing her and owning her, fucking her, sucking on her?  Where are those men? Are they just figments of our imagination? Most of these authors are women, afterall. Are they what we WANT, but never find? And honestly are they truly men who we would want? Should they remain a fantasy? After reading hundreds of these stories where these