I was first told of “meme’s” by one of the nicest and intelligent escorts in Dallas, Caitie Mae. She invited me to give it a try several months ago and I still owe her one! (And I promise to do it!) http://www.caitiemae.com/cmeblog It’s very clever and well written.

In the interim, Chevalier invited me to give it a try as well!

http://chevalierdallas.wordpress.com/2008/03/31/six-words

Alright, so here I go with my six word description:

With a Man … I Slowly Deliquesce

O.K. so it’s not a general description of myself and has a slightly skewed focus, but there you go!

I’m not a big reader of blogs but I will suggest one blog that is unique, witty, intelligent, well-written, fun and completely edgy. Just like her!

thelaughingmistress.blogspot.com

Alright Ava, you’ve been tagged!

And here are the rules:

1. Write your own six word memoir.
2. Post it on your blog and include a visual illustration if you’d like.
3. Link to the person that tagged you in your post.
4. Tag five more blogs with links.
5. And don’t forget to leave a comment on the tagged blogs with an invitation to play.

Obviously, I didn’t follow all of the rules and you don’t have to either! Would love for you to play!

Warm hugs,
Elisabeth

1. If you’re a country boy, please do not meet me, throw your cowboy hat across the room, start ripping off your clothes while shouting, “Heifer, you’re mine.” And then doing a little country jig before throwing yourself on the bed. During this one experience I did half-way expect him to pull out a lasso and rope me. The only reason that this experience actually turned out so well is that he was gorgeous, had a very large penis, was exceptionally sweet and welded his weapon well. Read More

Austin, for whatever reason, brings out the beast in me. It happened when I first went to school there 20 years ago and it happened in July of 2007 as well. Certain cities tend to hold certain thoughts and expectations. I just don’t know why when I’m in the car driving to Austin, suddenly the music on my radio is turned up louder and I start to listen to hard rock in roll instead of the softer stuff. Visions of Steely Dan, Moody Blues, Gary Moore and really rough others start to cause me to shake, rattle and roll. Read More

I live in an apartment that overlooks a golf course and my management has been very kind the last few years and suggested that I just rip up the horrid shrubs that are so common in apartment complexes and just plant the English garden that I’ve desired for so long.

Well, the garden isn’t that English nor is it planned. It’s a compilation of perennials, annuals and my poor “will they live past this year?” rose area.

Well, I like to sit outside on my patio and watch the grass grow. It’s a pretty site especially during the full moon when I like to howl.

And I like to watch the little animals mate. Just for something to do. Read More

This evening I was reading a book, thinking that life is great even though I have a stack of bills that are nearing the ceiling.

Then I started thinking about summertime. You know, when “the living is easy”. Read More

Richard,

What would you have done? I wrote this as a little story but when it happened I actually started to sweat. And it wasn’t that good type of sweating that I do when we’re together. Quit laughing. I know that you’re going to laugh!

“I can’t believe this happened to me” kisses,
Elisabeth

Although I was VERY content and sated from the trip, also I was tired and sore due to being…hmmm…VERY well loved during my very short time (less then 24 hours) in Houston. So when I finally did get to the airport, I just wanted to get through the lines, get something to eat and get home.

I was flying with a one-way ticket from Houston to Dallas. I THOUGHT that I had thoroughly figured out the logistics for flying home some questionable items. I left the sex toys in my luggage but took a few things, what I thought of as valuables, with me to carry on. While going through the long line, there was a table telling of what could and couldn’t be carried on the plane. Crap. I had forgotten that I had a bottle of KY jelly in my purse. So I leaned over and softly asked the guard if this was a problem. Well, yes it was. So with tons of people watching, I handed over my KY to the officer while a few people smiled. The snickering hadn’t really begun, yet. Read More

It’s been too long and I’ve though of you very much in the past few months.

I’ve thought of your last essay that you sent about oral sex and I find that when I think about it, I smile. How I miss you.

I have started a blog and am honoring you as someone who started in my “Rule of 54” group and have sent me into arenas that I’ve never visited before. I just adore you.

And it has been too long since we’ve seen each other and with your schedule and mine, it will probably be several months until we meet again.

Missing you my prince.

Elisabeth