ShaunaMarie's Ramblings

What a whirlwind. There truly are a lot of men out there looking, so those of you who think there are no men out there our age (50’s), think again. Back when I was in my 20’s (yesterday, right?) I had a friend in her 50’s. She told me it was the best time of her life. The men were coming out of the woodwork and she loved it.  I remember laughing at her because she was about my size now, back then. Peggy loved those younger men. She was so young at heart and they seemed to fit her personality well.  Bless you, my friend. I still think of you often.  In so many ways she was right. Those young ones came out of the woodwork, but I don’t want a boy. I want a man who knows what he’s doing. Who’s been around the block a time or two. Who understands where he fucked up and won’t make that mistake again. In other words, I want him to come trained. LOL.  I don’t want to train. I’ve met quite a few men, ok not met in person. I haven’t met any of them in person. It never got...

This is an excerpt from my current work in progress. Doing the final edit. Will be published by the end of the year. Keep your fingers crossed, there aren't any huge rewrites, like the last one. Mending Hearts By: Shauna Marie I had asked him to run away with me. I’d asked him a thousand times, but last night I’d gone to his hotel room and knocked. He pulled me in quickly and looked down the hallway and slammed the door. “What are you doing here?” He asked softly. “Giving you an out.” I wrapped my hands around his cheeks, pushing my body against his. The way he liked. The whole body hug.  “Please come with me Cade. Choose us, choose me. Run away with me. Please.” The tears started to fall. “Please Cade?” He was beautiful. He didn’t have a clue how much he affected me. “You know that I can’t do this Soph.” He walked away and ran his hands through his hair, leaving it sexy and messed. It reminded me of all the mornings we had made love before running off to work. He turne...

Here is a little something I wrote as a free write for an assignment.  It’s fiction people! A friend from work had invited me to lunch at a new restaurant in town. I was excited, it sounded like a wonderful place to take my wife on our fifth anniversary the following week. Five years was one of those milestone years, at least it felt that way. We had been connecting on a deeper level over the last year and things were perfect, so I was anxious to spend some time showing Kate just how much she was loved and appreciated in every way. The hostess was walking me through the restaurant to the table where my co-workers sat talking and laughing. They were a lively group. I sat in one of the open chairs facing out into the restaurant, my favorite way to observe people. I found it amazing how comfortable people could be in the middle of a restaurant for everyone to see. Like in a car, people act like they are alone and act as if they are unobserved. Best time to watch people. A...

              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 h...

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 t...

I’ve had many fresh starts lately. Some good, some bad, some worked, some didn’t. This blog is new, a way for me to unleash my thoughts out into the world and share parts of myself with you. I named this, Ramblings because I tend to purge my thoughts and then end up coming full circle, hopefully with a conclusion. But we know that doesn’t always happen. Sometimes it just takes further thought. I’ve had a lot of realizations in the last few months. I’ve always kind of been a loner, it’s what makes me write. I like people, just not as much as I used to. I enjoy writing because, guess what, I get to control the characters and what they say and do. Real people just don't seem to cooperate like they do in our heads. But where is the learning and excitement in that? It's the surprises in life that make us think and give us new fodder to consider. Fall is coming and it’s my favorite time of year to spend time cuddling by a fire, talking, sipping hot chocolate, and kissing...