There’s no time for wasting


Lie back, settle in the pillows, covered in the sheet, the sweat from lovemaking, the sheen of desire.

Feel your clock ticking, deny it exists, renew the fervor for conquering fears. Look into your lover’s eyes and know that today, this moment, the present is all there is. Let go of the past, the future. Be in the the now.

Know yourself, if you are able. Seek your centered core, the purpose of your existence, the heart of your heart. Is it not here? Do you not feel it beating inside your chest? Perhaps you are not yet awakened to its sound. This will come, in time, if you are willing.

You have followed the proscribed path. You have handled the constant distractions. You have believed in tradition, perseverance and goodness. Yet you feel lost. You are loved but only when you follow expectations. Indeed, you leave and you are walled off. Proof you never really belonged at all. How did you not see this?

Feel your way through the darkness. You have the light of your mind to guide you. You have the staff of truth to thrust into the ground as you seek the path of content. You do not trust your own steps on the rocky path, the soles of your shoes they are slick, they are worn. You carry on, forward, marching toward your heart’s spoken ease. There is only rest and love-making to embrace your limbs. Yet you are hesitant, resistant, conformed.

Free yourself from your mind. Be open to your loins. Be unencumbered by the restrictions of form.


Go. Do. BE. Embrace your honest, most authentic self. 

#for Reticent Mental Property. Images courtesy of the web.




I’ve lived the traditional road. Married young, faithful, accommodating, not free.

I’ve left a burned path behind me. Lived large for 30, then unfaithful for three.

I’ve apologized for my transgressions. Left the life, never regretting setting myself, free.

But then I took notice of the silence.

Took care about the falling from grace.

I stood strong on principle and fashioned arguments that would not fail.

I lived big and high and mighty.

I lived less, and low and lusty.

It was a way of life for the ones who were romantic; an escapade emulated by few.

I’m a woman with a want and a passion. I desire to make myself into two. One of me will meet all your measures. The other will be everything to anyone.but.You.


She’s a girl in a woman’s position. She will learn. She will grow. She will die. 


#for Reticent Mental Property. Images courtesy of the web.






Seeking Superman – m4w

May I please just fucking kick the shit out of you and then have you hold me and tell me it didn’t hurt at all…oh sorry, those are the kinds of guys i’ve already met on CL.

Are you godlike and capable of telling me that settling is not so frustrating after i hit the age of no return? Great! You’re in. Call me. But not at my house.

How about a response from a guy who mind-fucks with wild abandon and then smoothly sends me home to my married life, feeling no guilt and ready to take on another decade of contentment? Yes, I’m interested in hearing from anyone who can turn back the hands of time.

And do not respond if i have already spent 104 lines of chat fucking on your virtual desk and now you have to go cuz a client is on the way in… and i’ve heard from enough of you who tell me i’m just so unforgettable i should be writing erotica with Ms. James.

Please resist responding if you are the guy who buys me lunch and some lovely lacy underthings and then, despite my decline of dessert , only due to lack of chemistry, is still willing to thank me kindly for teaching you the merits of an intimate relationship and how you are now going to call your x-lover and go back to her and get back into full-blown physical foray including afterglow pillow talk.

And please don’t buy me a coffee, and then accept your caramel macchiatto when you ordered a latte, AND then sit in the wheelchair accessible table and proceed to tell me you are a Dom who knows i need to be spanked and btw, you have a stash of nipple clamps hidden in your house where your girlfriend will not find them.

AND don’t be the guy who claims to be an amazing lover, yet fires not one tongue shot when you have the chance, but still credits me with getting you off your ass and jump starting your new career.

So, what am i looking for on here on CL? I guess i’m looking for whatever i send out, cuz that is what we always get back. Clearly this venue is not for me.

Follow me on over to the local escort service slash massage parlor. Good and happy endings for all, if you can afford my mind and body and are willing to succumb to my refined tastes in male manipulation.

Respond with salacious in the subject heading if you fucking know the definition.

A good vocabulary is never overrated.


#for Reticent Mental Property


RMPstvalentine2Make Each Other Moan – m4w – 23 (downtown) – 23
I am looking for a nice girl to come over and moan very loudly for me while I moan maybe you can bounce on my bed. This is to make the neighbors jealous, no sex, nudity or anything like that required just moaning loudly for the neighbors.

  • Location: downtown

She just laughs and laughs and laughs. She can do this for him. 

# for Reticent Mental Property

Naked Dating

Clothing optional drink – m4w

Ladies, would like to have a “Clothing Optional Drink”?

I am not looking for sex, just a little company for a drink.
Your level of attire is completely up to you, formal, casual, or none.
You can bring a girlfriend, sister, you can bring your mother.
As long as everyone is over 21 and you don’t mind having a drink with an “naked” man.

Thus far all my guest have been dressed casual, and no one brought their mother.

I am sane, funny, and maybe a little weird, but in a fun way.
So if your headed out with the girls, stop over for a drink.
I am on (the) beautiful north side and 420 friendly.

This ad is for real.

If interested, put “MillerTime” in the subject line to weed out spam.
I will answer all ads with “MillerTime” in the subject line.

Also include your drink of choice, and I will see what I can do.

She knows he does not have Cognac and clicks on the next listing…

Sexretary Personal Ad

Businessman looking for a temp sexretary… – m4w – 40

I’m a businessman in town, owner of a small firm, who is in need of an amateur, temporary intern to “assist” me from time to time. She must be attractive, sexy, fun…and be willing to enjoy a rigorous (and fun) interview. I’m 40. Just about 5’8″ . Right around 190 lbs. Very dark brown eyes. Buzzed down (way down) black hair. If you’re interested, email me back with at least one but preferably more pictures of yourself, and be sure to tell me the basics (age, attachments, etc.)…and certainly any special skills you might have that would make me pick you. I’m not looking for a one-day position, but someone who is interested in “assisting” from time to time on an ongoing basis. But reply soon, as I have no doubt there will be lots of interest in this internship…
She clearly remembers watching this movie. 
#for Reticent Mental Property

Taking care of the Tile Guy

Joe: welcome back
 me: had to take care of the tile guy…lol.
 Joe: sounds like fun
3:19 PM me: well i was all revved up, from you, and he was giving off heat since he came thru the door this morning to set the fireplace tile
 Joe: hehe…oh really?
 me: serious.
 Joe: serious
3:20 PM me: yes.
3:21 PM nice looking guy…blue eyes. Isaac. good handshake. felt him immediately… hard to concentrate around him…
 Joe: go on…
3:22 PM me: I seriously wonder how many times he gets offers.
 Joe: did you offer anything?
 me: what do you think…
3:23 PM i did have boots on… he was powerless…
 Joe: oh please, go on
 me: i was all alone here.
  i couldn’t help myself…
3:24 PM the couch is right there…
3:25 PM Joe: just told him to take you there
3:27 PM me: i said, “you should tell me you are a happily married man, a devoted husband….and how many times do you get propositioned on the job? you have been throwing heat since you came in this morning.”
  just like that.
  he looked me right in the eyes and didn’t even hesitate.
3:28 PM he said, it happens less that i’d like.
3:29 PM I told him no one was home and i wasn’t expecting anyone. I leaned over and unzipped one boot and stepped out of it. And then the other.
3:30 PM you know my rule. skirt. no panties. there wasn’t much in the way except his knee pads which he seemed pretty comfortable dropping in a short order. Couple of velcro pulls and he was able to walk right over to me.
Joe: god that’s hot
February 26, 2013 for RMP