None Of Us Asked To Be And Are Content W Who And What We Are. I'm Not Saying It's An Excuse For Misbehavior.

None of us asked to be and are content w who and what we are. I'm not saying it's an excuse for misbehavior. I'm saying it's an explanation. I'm not saying we should tolerate misbehavior. I'm saying we should have understanding and compassion. And I'm not saying we should deny our feelings. We're human. Sometimes we need to be angry and w good reason. But sometimes we need to know who we really should be angry at and why. This is the importance of understanding. Go ahead and be angry, hate even. You can love someone yet hate their behavior or what made them misbehave. Sometimes we just have to love at a safe distance. And sometimes we need to remove ourselves completely. It all comes down to what we can afford. Feeling love and giving love are two different things. We can love all we want but sometimes we simply can't afford to give it. Life and relationships have to be equitable.

Trabue Gentry

The Facebook Poke, The Cell Phone And The Happy Nurse

I can just see you working w a patient when suddenly there's a muffled buzzing sound. Your head flies back, your mouth falls open, your eyes roll in the back of your head and you dig your fingers into your patient's arm. "Well, young lady." she asks "Aren't you going to answer that?!". You can barely utter "Not...yet...not...finished...waiting!". "Uhhh, young lady you're fingernails are drawing blood!". You snap back "Oh, who gives a shit you old battle axe! Will you shut the fuck up I'm trying to...Oh! Oh yeah. That's it! That's...IT! OMG Yes! Yeees!!!". You collapse quivering in the bedside chair next to the patient w a pleasant smile on your face. The patient sees your limp body exhibiting aftershock after aftershock, grabs your arm and takes your pulse. "Goodness, young lady, you're running like a freight train! Nurse! Nurse!". Ooops! Another poke! Your eyes bug out and you shoot out of the chair. You urgently exclaim "Excuse me! I need to be alone...I mean, I have to use the restroom!" and you dart for the bathroom. "Young lady, what about the blood on my arm?!!!". "It's salty! You'll like it you old vampire!" and you slam the bathroom door behind you. All that can be heard from the bathroom is one muffed poke after another Bzzz Bzzz Bzzz accompanied by soft moans, and the sound of toiletries being knocked over. Finally, you open the door and out you stager hanging onto the door frame, knock kneed and disheveled w a satisfied but exhausted smile on your face. The old lady smiles knowingly at you and says "Uuuum...young lady. Would you mind terribly if I borrowed your cell phone?" :-) ~ Trabue Gentry

Eiffel Tower - Paris - France (von Chingon76)

The Lace Curtained Room, A Short Romantic Story

Our early morning company had just left. We were both exhausted. We went to take off our clothes in the dressing room, me a little behind her since I had to take off my leather jacket first. I passed her going in as she was coming out. We stopped when we met and stood naked in the dimly lit room just gazing into each other’s eyes.

The room was so peaceful and quiet almost as though the moment was meant for us. Her partially lit naked body was so beautiful, so wonderfully feminine, so incredibly alluring. Our eyes still fixed on each other's, we both leaned cautiously forward and our lips touched simultaneously. It was electric and sent a shiver down my body. We kissed ever so passionately but ever so softly as my hand began to glide up and down the soft skin of her perfectly curved chest, waist and hips.

I had already removed my jeans before I got to the room. All I had on was my black T-shirt and white socks. She reached down and cupped me w her delicate feminine hand. I was already erect but I became even more so as she slowly and softly fondled me. Her touch was so stimulating yet comforting. It reminded me of how much I deeply loved this incredible woman.

I was completely aroused and could feel the animal in me beginning to emerge if only slightly. I slid my hand around to her back and gently pulled her close to me. We kissed even more passionately as she continued to fondle my ever growing erection. I slid my hand to her breast which appeared as a beautiful crescent moon in the filtered morning light coming through the lace curtained window. She loved the lace and now I understood why.

I slid my hand further south and began to fondle her too. She was extremely wet and the motion of my hand was only beginning to open the flood gates. With a trembling voice I whispered to her that we might take this to the bedroom. She smiled, clasped my hand and walked me to the bed where she laid herself down.

I removed my T-shirt and laid myself alongside her, our bodies touching skin to skin. I didn’t want to hurry into it. I wanted to draw it out as long as I could and savor every moment I could have w her.

We kissed even more passionately than we did in the dressing room. The animal in both of us was emerging even more and becoming out of control. I could take it no longer. I wanted, I needed to be inside her, to feel that beautiful closeness that only can we share. We made love so lowly and so quietly. If anyone were to observe us they might think we were only sleeping restlessly but that is how we like it.

Periodically I would raise myself up on my arms and admire her beautiful body as the fever pitch grew. When I did this she would grasp my nipples and slightly pinch them sending a rush to my erection making it that much more endowed.

I licked and drew her nipples into my mouth and felt them become instantly erect. She has such beautiful nipples anyway but when they are erect they can send me into full animalistic frenzy, and they did. I became only slightly more aggressive with my thrusts and then it happened. She exploded, not once but twice. I love the soft moaning sounds that she makes and the way she digs her fingernails into my back when she orgasms.

Knowing that she was fully satisfied I felt comfortable in reaching my own, and just in time too as I really could not contain myself any longer. I erupted w an explosiveness that I hadn't experienced in quite a while. It was incredibly intense. As this began to happen I wrapped my arms around her and held her close to me, burying my head in her beautiful hair. There was one after another as I continually emptied myself inside her. Then, after a minute or so I was spent.

The afterglow of the intense chemistry we generated between us left us in a euphoric, blissful state. We both fell asleep in each other’s loving other’s arms to dream of perhaps yet another encounter later in the day. ~ Trabue Gentry

It's been over twenty years since dad passed away. It's funny, and I think I'm unusual in this respect, but I don't miss my parents at all. When I am provoked to remember them they are just people that I knew. Both good and bad memories that don't seem to phase me either way.

Trabue Gentry

A Step In The Right Direction but...

A step in the right direction but did you notice they all have beautiful faces? So what of the unfortunate ugly ducking? Is she unworthy of admiration? Beauty is in the heart and soul. It is reflected in the physical. Show me a person w less fortunate features but a good heart and soul and I will show you a person w beautiful features. ~ Trabue Gentry