How To Ease That Restless Feeling?

midwestyankee said:
Same here. Give me a spot in a field where I can move around comfortably and I can strip down in well under 30 seconds. I bet he gets it done in 15 by not wearing underwear.

Sheesh, the extra credit these military guys get sometimes from the chicks. ;)

Rangers in general consider underwear cold weather clothes (don't want our doohickeys fallin off) And I've been in the Air Force for 3 years... so the 15 seconds should really be somewhere around 6 seconds, tops. And what can I say... babes dig the Tab.

J
 
You're supposed ot give us a "blow by blow" description....

oh, never mind, I see you already have.......
 
Falkieri said:
You're supposed ot give us a "blow by blow" description....

oh, never mind, I see you already have.......

We writers have to find inspiration wherever it presents itself. ;)

S.
 
sheath said:
We writers have to find inspiration wherever it presents itself. ;)

S.

Hmmmmm........dang....I want to be an inspiration......is there any special training required?
 
Falkieri said:
Hmmmmm........dang....I want to be an inspiration......is there any special training required?

Nope, just a few special requirements...

*thorough knowledge of a woman's body

*signficant desire to have thorough knowlege of MY body

*a spirit of adventure in the bedroom

*a heart that is filled with compassion, tenderness and a few surprises

*a mind that is wide open and willing

*patience and understanding

*a belief that everything about lovemaking is delightful, sex and intimacy are two different things, and knowing there is a place for each

Oh, and of course, when it is all over...you have to be entirely okay with seeing yourself in one of my stories or books.

There you go. That's it. :)

S.
 
sheath said:
Nope, just a few special requirements...

*thorough knowledge of a woman's body
Me

*signficant desire to have thorough knowlege of MY body
Me

*a spirit of adventure in the bedroom
Me

*a heart that is filled with compassion, tenderness and a few surprises
Me

*a mind that is wide open and willing
Me

*patience and understanding
Me

*a belief that everything about lovemaking is delightful, sex and intimacy are two different things, and knowing there is a place for each
Me

Oh, and of course, when it is all over...you have to be entirely okay with seeing yourself in one of my stories or books.
Me

There you go. That's it. :)

S.

Woo hoo........that was the easiest school I ever went through
 
Yeah... and then after you meet all Sheath's requirements, and get past Ang... hehehehe, you have to get past my screening process. Hehe.

J
 
sheath said:
Ah, that was just the preliminary. ;)

There's much more. Ask Ang.

S.

Ok.......if I breezed through that the rest can't be that hard, I'm just looking forward to the final exams........
 
ABN_Ranger said:
Yeah... and then after you meet all Sheath's requirements, and get past Ang... hehehehe, you have to get past my screening process. Hehe.

J

LOL.......I'm not really worried about the screening processes of people who are looking out for her. (as long as I don't have to field strip an M16 anyway)
 
hersixstring said:
It's good to be me. It's especially good to be me when I'm around you. :)

Being an inspiration is an honour.

Smiles,
K.

Now I'll definitely go to sleep with a smile.

:)

S.
 
Falkieri said:
LOL.......I'm not really worried about the screening processes of people who are looking out for her. (as long as I don't have to field strip an M16 anyway)

Hmmm...dunno, Ranger IS my own personal Hazmat team. ;)

S.
 
Falkieri said:
This sounds intriguing.....tell us more CF
*snicker*

You love flirting with fire, Ang.

Well, first you saunter up to the dry tinder.
Then you strike a match and toss it on to the fire.

After that? You wink a lot (mostly due to smoke but still) and say...

get ready for THIS one. (I take no responsibility for crappy humor when I'm sick)

"Hey baby, you're lookin' HOT tonight."

:)
Ang
 
sheath said:
That's part of Ranger's charm...he comes out of nowhere and floors you with laughter. No rhyme or reason to it, he just does.

So far as the fifth amendment...good point. I'm going to either have to dodge or fess up about the fact that 'hersixstring' is quite the amazing cure for being restless and reckless.

Does that help? ;)

S.

Sigh. Story of my life. always a day late and a dollar short....
 
CelticFrog said:
Well, first you saunter up to the dry tinder.
Then you strike a match and toss it on to the fire.

After that? You wink a lot (mostly due to smoke but still) and say...

get ready for THIS one. (I take no responsibility for crappy humor when I'm sick)

"Hey baby, you're lookin' HOT tonight."

:)
Ang

LMAO

That was the CORNIEST post you have ever put on this board! lol

I love it!

S.
 
TNRkitect2b said:
Sigh. Story of my life. always a day late and a dollar short....

Hey, now. You never know. hersixstring and I are close, but we aren't committed.

So...

*tosses the ball back to Sir Brian's court with a smirk*

S.
 
*snatches the ball*;)

INTERCEPTION!!!

Heh... now y'all gotta CATCH ME to get THAT ball...

Too bad I'm sick and can't run.

Hm. This chair wheels pretty fast.

:p
Ang
 
CelticFrog said:
*snatches the ball*;)

INTERCEPTION!!!

Heh... now y'all gotta CATCH ME to get THAT ball...

Too bad I'm sick and can't run.

Hm. This chair wheels pretty fast.

:p
Ang

Too bad it's on a carpet babe.

J
 
Untwisting the Screw Top Mind

Supposedly where there's a will there's a way, but when it comes to needing a dance partner, there's not always a willing victim, much less anyone named Will.

So what's a body to do, y'ask?

Restless, I've observed, comes from recognizing the empty hole you have in your spirit (innuendo not intended, honest!) and finding yourself poking a finger in it. Drawing newly healed emotional wounds across the raw edge of loss will hurt on the bad days and ache on the good days.

There's space and time to fill with routines that once included someone else; an emotional self awhirl with the tumult of righting the balance that once depended on someone or something else to be there to anchor yourself against.

I don't know your situation well enough to give more than superficial advice, and would not presume to tell you what to do; however, the Coyote in me says that telling you what worked for me might be of some use.

The first thing to do is tell yourself it's okay to stop; it's okay to drop the spring of restlessness off the deep end to do nothing at all about it.

I know, I know, '...but my mind/body/heart says that I gotta do something or I'll explode!' For I am the poster-child for 'must have fidget material'; I used to always carry paper, notepads, a deck of cards, a hematite stone, and pens (multiple) in my jacket pocket so that every free moment was valuable.

But my head didn't explode the last time I went out without something in hand to do, it didn't the time before that -- and more often than not, whatever I did do to fill the space was a disappointment later on. Usually not much later on at all.

There is no real subsitute for raw passionate sex; but like any old habit, once you get out of it, you really quit craving it. Just getting through the withdrawal stage is the problem. *wry look* Innuendo still not implied.

There is, however, a subsitute for *passion* -- passion comes in so many forms. All it requires is focus.

I shifted my focus to -- you guessed it, writing. But it wasn't enough; writing erotica only made it worse. In a way, though, it also brought out the pain in a form I could look at it, set it aside, and set it down.

With all the demons laid out to rest, I got back to taking care of the mundane things in my life; and my writing became for pleasure once again, instead of pain.

And then I stopped writing regularly. (eyeroll)

I found a teacher to help me with my artwork, and that became my passion; I fell in love with a fellow artist, and she became my passion.

We've broken up since then, though, for the most part, and again the hole is there.

But it's smaller than before, and I patched it quicker. Because it didn't kill me last time, and this time I have the strength to go on.

Sometimes I howl into the night, expressing the feral side of my nature; nobody ever answers. I think I'd be embarassed if they did.

And so I've started drawing again...started singing out loud again, and finding my way back towards the center, where I am anchored and once again ready to fight everything the world can throw at me with a full heart and an honest effort.

The real thing to do is recognize 'I'm way wound up' -- and to do the first thing that helps you unwind in a constructive manner rather than a destructive or simple-pleasures fashion. Because when you're done creating out of frustrated passion, you'll have something you've poured your spirit into.

And it ought to be good. Some of my best writing has come out of writing through pain, but then, one of the Coyote lessons is 'That which does not kill me, hurts a whole helluva lot.'

So. Off into the night again I go, and I hope this helped a tiny bit.

-CoyoteTales
 
*ducks his head sheepishy* Thank you.

In a way, though, it is a simple response to the works of another -- I've been lurking for a bit and was finally inspired to say something intelligible to and for someone who posesses style and substance.

In short; it takes two to tango.

I've only made a few short forays into writing erotica -- what I am more of is an advice critter, really. But it doesn't mean I don't have a wild side to my nature -- in reality, we all do, and it is the care and feeding of that side that keeps us alive, rather than a machine going through the motions of life without the 'e' tacked on the front.

I'll be sure to keep watching this space for awhile yet. I am... intrigued, to say the least.

CoyoteTales
 
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