Dreams Underfoot: UnquietDreams' Dark Whimsy

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I have done the intersection of sex and food before, though it isn't in my usually bag of joy, even as oral obsessive as I am. But there is something incredibly sensual about honey on flesh. Oh, the taste... I started playing with that early on in my life.
 
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I have done the intersection of sex and food before, though it isn't in my usually bag of joy, even as oral obsessive as I am. But there is something incredibly sensual about honey on flesh. Oh, the taste... I started playing with that early on in my life.
Listen .... I had to look twice because I thought that was a lasagna noodle!!! Lol
I'm sorry. I'll see myself out .... Maybe get lunch.
 
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Many of my most prevalent fantasies involve cooking for someone I care about, even love. There is so much in cooking, not just preparing a meal to care for someone, but the memories that go with recipes -- the beloved ones, the recipes handed from another to you. If I even dream about making you my gran'mother's buttermilk pancakes, you are braided into my soul, even just a little bit...
 
I am not a huge fan of Americana, but I forget how much of my musical vocabulary was taught to me by Aaron Copland until I listen to Appalachian Spring again.
Confession time... I mildly dislike Appalachian Springs but that is due to marching band. When the music is forcefed into your life for over 6 months with no gentleness, it breaks you. 😅
 
Confession time... I mildly dislike Appalachian Springs but that is due to marching band. When the music is forcefed into your life for over 6 months with no gentleness, it breaks you. 😅
I get that. I see it with literature as well. I wonder how many would enjoy, say, The Great Gatsby later in life if they weren't forced to choke it down in high school classrooms. I was lucky to have teachers who were more into having you read something on a list and explain what you saw in it and how it affected you. But I still can't read "An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge" without pain, thank you, Mrs. Johnson. Part of me wished I went on to become an English teacher, but my ex's experience in teaching in high school when we were married reminds me why I didn't.
 
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