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*This* is a sticky post. (Keep comments about the stickiness of *your* post to yourself, please.) It was the first post I wrote on this blog space and it’s a permanent fixture on my home page for two reasons: (1) It clearly outlines my rules (please read them if you haven’t already), and (2) It helps a very specific group of people find me.

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GENESIS

Of a new blog…

Why?

Because of my Exodus from the Blogland I formerly called home.  (A.F.F. anyone?  Beuller?  Beuller?  Anyone…?  Beuller…?  Feverpitch60 has left the building…)

So.  Genesis because of Exodus.

Perhaps you were thinking along the line of Leviticus?  Deuteronomy?  Numbers?

Think again.  ;-)

There will be no commandments, but there will indeed be RULES.  And while I can’t promise to stay on topic (sex, love, gardening, pet ownership…one thing leads to another, I’m afraid…and all topics eventually lead back to sex ~ it’s a hazard of being a certain age, I think), I can promise that there will be…erm…language…and photos (if I can figure out how to upload them) and occasional glimpses at my mind, body (yes, I’m an exhibitionist), and soul.  Oh!  And my funny bone.  :)

I’d like to say all are welcome.  But really, you should be over 18.  And you will have to adhere to the rules.

Oh dear, you are thinking, with all this talk of rules…  Is she a (gulp) Domme?

Yes!  (Insert evil laugh and whip-cracking noise here.)

Well, actually…

No.  Not really.  I mean…

Let’s save this discussion for another time, shall we?  ;)  The reason for the rules is more along the lines of preventative maintenance.  I learned the…hard way (heh)…on my previous blog that internet anonymity can sometimes bring out the worst in people.

So without further ado…

THE RULES

1.  I am a PERSON.  Not an OBJECT.  Treat me as such.  (Or you will not be welcome here.)

2.  While I’m usually pretty fun-loving and don’t take things too seriously, I am still a REAL PERSON with REAL FEELINGS.  Treat me as such.  (Or you will not be welcome here.)

3.  While I may talk about sex on this blog, that does not give you the right to treat me like a sex worker.  I am a WOMAN.  I am MARRIED to a REAL PERSON with REAL FEELINGS.  Respect us as such.  (Or you will not be welcome here.)

Also, don’t steal stuff. Creative Commons Attribution License applies. Read that, and this, before you borrow from me.

These rules apply to ALL interactions and exchanges, including but not limited to blog comments and other bitland conversations.  Anyone who feels they cannot follow these rules is free to leave at any time.  Deliberate ignorance of these rules will result in banishment from the Land of Fever.

Mrs. Fever has spoken.

So it has been written; so it shall be done.

…to have loved and lost…

mam

Two hearts breaking in perfect harmony.

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THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY

Lyrics:

I never meant to get us in this deep
I never meant for this to mean a thing
Oh I wish you were The One
I wish you were the one that got away

I got caught up by the chase
And you got high on every little game
I wish you were The One
I wish you were the one that got away

Oh if I could go back in time
When you only held me in my mind
Just a longing borne without a trace
Oh I wish I’d never ever seen your face
I wish you were The One
I wish you were the one that got away

I miss the way you wanted me
When I was staying just out of your reach
Begging for the slightest touch
Ooooh, you couldn’t get enough
Mmmmmmm

Oh if I could go back in time
When you only held me in my mind
Just a longing borne without a trace
Oh I wish I’d never ever seen your face
I wish you were The One
I wish you were the one that got away

Got away from me…

Got away from me…

‘Fore anybody has to grieve

Oh if I could go back in time
When you only held me in my mind
Just a longing borne without a trace
Oh I wish I’d never ever seen your face

I wish you were the one
I wish you were The One
Oh I wish you were The ONE

I wish you were the one that got away

~ Joy Williams and John Paul White ~

Maybe

Maybe I know you.
Maybe I don’t.
Maybe I’d like to.

Maybe one day.

Maybe you think you know me.
Maybe you don’t.

Maybe there’s more than meets the eye.

Maybe we’ve only scratched the surface.
Maybe there are treasures to be found in the depths.

Maybe it’s worth it. The excavation. The exploration.
The pleasure. The pain.
The great unknown.

Maybe it’s worth it.

Maybe we’re worth it.

Maybe.

I am a sticky mess.

The mercury rising outside my window has only intensified the heat between my thighs, and after three body-shaking orgasms in a row with Lady ‘Lo, I am still.not.satisfied.

My still-trembling fingers find the swollen nub of my hyper-aroused clit, and when I part my slit the scent of my needy cunt hits my nostrils and I can barely breathe.

I press the pad of my middle finger against my wetness and with a groan rising up from deep inside…

I swivel my hips in time with each stroke and dip…

I slide…

Swirl…

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:: Sigh ::

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It’s not enough.  Not tonight.

More.  I need…  More.

I can’t do this by myself.

Reluctant as I am to deprive my quivering pussy of the pleasure of my fingers, I bear the momentary ache because I need to use them to text.

9:42pm:  I need you.  Come home.  Give me my glass.  Give me your cock.  FUCK.  ME.

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9:44pm:  Yes, ma’am.  I’m on my way.

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Yes, ma’am.

Mmmmmm…

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FUCK but now I really am a sticky mess.

 

We all make our choices.

I am officially (with permission) hijacking Fatal’s Music Appreciation Monday meme today.

mam

Those of you who have been paying attention
will recognize that I’ve been playing along for a while now.

Today I’m just making it official.

Those of you who have been paying attention
will also, by now, recognize that I have a mad crush on Brandi Carlile.

She speaks to the heart of me.

Sometimes the only choice we have in life is in how we respond.
This song, for me, is the embodiment of that concept.

Response is a choice.

We all make our choices.

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MY SONG

Lyrics:

Everything I do surrounds these pieces of my life that often change
Or maybe I’ve changed

Sometimes seeming happy can be self-destructive even when you’re sane
You’re only insane

Don’t bother waking me today

Here I am ~ I’m so young
I know I’ve been bitter, I’ve been jaded
I’m alone
Every day I bite my tongue
If you only knew my mind was full of razors
To cut you like a word if only sung
But this is My Song ~ It is My Song

I live every day like there’ll never be a last one till they’re gone
And they’re gone

And I’m too proud to beg for your attention and your friendship and your time
So you can come and get it from now on

Here I am ~ I’m so young
I know I’ve been bitter, I’ve been jaded
I’m alone
Every day I bite my tongue
If you only knew my mind was full of razors
To cut you like a word of only sung
But this is My Song ~ It is My Song

And it’s you that I…

It is you…

Here I am ~ I’m so young
I know I’ve been bitter, I’ve been jaded
I’m alone
Every day I bite my tongue
If you only knew my mind was full razors

I’m not sure I can take it
I have nothing strong to hold to
I’m way too old to hate you

My mind is full of razors
To cut you like a word if only sung

But this is My Song

Raise your hand if you’ve ever locked your keys in your car…

…at a nudist resort.

Feve shoots her hand in the air.  Looks around.  Blinks.

What?  You mean I’m the only one?!?!

Heh heh.

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I had to borrow the manager’s phone to make the call since my cell was locked in the car.  With my keys.  And with Smotchy’s keys.  And Smotchy’s cell phone.

After going through the automated menu (seriously?!), I got through to Officer Friendly whose job it was to provide me Excellent Customer Service in As Quick A Manner As Possible.

“Are you in a safe place, ma’am?”

“Uhmmm…  Yes?”  (I was actually not so safe.  Sunburn, you know.  In all the wrong places.  And me without my keys to be able to get my sunscreen out of the car.)

“Where are you?”

“I’m at a clothing-optional resort.”

Choking sounds.

“Um, are you okay?”

“Ahem.  Yes ma’am.”

“So you’ll send somebody?”

“Yes ma’am, right away.”

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I’ve never had such a fast response from roadside assistance in my life.  :P

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I’ve also never seen a man grin quite so wide after being called out in the middle of a flaming hot summer Saturday afternoon to perform a lock-out service.  For free.  :D