Elvis - The Wonder Of You

I have not come down to earth since I went to Memphis for Elvis Week.  It was amazing to see how many people loved him. I have been to Graceland many times since I was young, but never during Elvis Week. The atmosphere was moving. It was as though I could feel his presence. I truly wish I had been born during his lifetime so that I could have experienced him, his music, and his legacy. My mother was a huge Elvis fan, and she has all kinds of Elvis stuff. Elvis songs were played all the time. Instead of putting Sesame Street on TV for me, my mother would pI have not come down to earth since I went to Memphis for Elvis Week.  It was amazing to see how many people loved him. I have been to Graceland many times since I was young, but never during Elvis Week. The atmosphere was moving. It was as though I could feel his presence. I truly wish I had been born during his lifetime so that I could have experienced him, his music, and his legacy. My mother was a huge Elvis fan, and she has all kinds of Elvis stuff. Elvis songs were played all the time. Instead of putting Sesame Street on TV for me, my mother ut on an Elvis movie for me to watch while she cleaned, cooked, or just needed some quiet time. Almost all of his movies had children in them, so I was glued to the TV. As I got older, I put myself in the leading lady's role. It was me he was singing to, kissing, or marrying by the end of the movie.

I have read over a dozen books on the life of Elvis. I love looking at his pictures. Then I start to stare at his pictures. He was so handsome. Then I wonder why? Why was he chosen to have such a huge talent and be loved by millions? Why did he have to live a life secluded from everyone because everyone loved him so much? Why did he have to leave this world so soon? Why wasn't I born during his lifetime? Why couldn't I have stood before him and looked into his big blue eyes? I could write my own book - about my dreams of him, my fascination with him, and my fantasies of him. I wonder what we would have looked like together. I imagine what it would have been like in his arms. There's so much I wonder about Elvis. I guess not knowing all the answers makes it "the wonder of you".

A Twist and A Shout

Our chatroom is rocking these days, and I am having a blast. On Friday nights, we celebrate our birthdays and give away free calls to our regular callers. We play a trivia game asking questions about us. The answers can be found on our websites. It was after our trivia contest that "bluejeans" called me. The conversation started with "blue" telling me that he was bummed. He said he and his business partner were having problems and he wasn't sure what the answer was going to be. I asked simple questions like, "how long have you two been in business", "did you two have an argument or is this something that you are feeling"? and "do you want the problem solved or are you looking to get out"? I then settled back on my bed and listened. "Blue" talked almost nonstop for the next 35 minutes. When he got quiet, I asked him to close his eyes, take a deep breath and just listen. I then used very descriptive words to take him to fantasyland - with a twist. I asked "blue" to pretend I was his boss and tell me what he would say to me. At first, "blue" laughed and then after a few seconds of silence, "blue" let me have it! He took his feelings towards his boss out on me. Then I switched roles, and I was the girl next door - his neighbor that happened over at just the right time. For the next 25 minutes, "Blue" once again closed his eyes, but this time it was to concentrate on what I was doing to him....with my hand, my mouth, and my body! Not only did "Blue" release his frustrations out by shouting, but he also released his pleasure out by shouting ---- ohhhhhh, Mazey!

Mazey's Magic Moment

Parker called me last night and said he was looking for somewhere to go to relax and talk. He said he just needed a place to unwind. I told him that he had come to the right place – “Mazey’s Midnight Lounge”. I told him to have a seat on my chaise and then I took off his shoes. I got a beer from my motel-size refrigerator and then sat down beside him. He began telling me how his life had gotten all confused. His marriage was not exactly the happiest and the sex was almost null. I told him to talk all he wanted but don’t mind me. For the next few minutes, I told Parker that he would experience "Mazey's Magic Moment". I began to softly kiss his cheek. My hand slid into his buttoned up shirt as I caressed his soft chest hairs. He slid into the sofa and laid his head back. As he kept talking, venting, I unbuttoned his shirt and kissed his nipple; feeling it harden against my tongue. I heard his voice and breathing change. I felt his hand run through my long hair and could tell he was getting more relaxed. I reached over to the end table and pushed the power button on my cd player. As the music played softly, Parker sat up and took me in his arms kissing me with passion. “Will you dance with me”? he asked as he stood up and pulled me close to him. I pressed my body close as he swept across the floor. Suddenly, I could hear him laughing. He began to talk, but this time about us; how he felt relaxed, how he hadn’t danced in years, how he liked the music, the atmosphere, and how he suddenly felt as though he didn’t have a care in the world….. and we danced. When the entire cd had played, we literally laughed out loud as we realized we had danced our way to the big queen size bed. He gently laid me down and moved beside me. There was no more talk of marriage, problems at work, or confusion. The rest of the night was spent in each other’s arms, caressing, exploring, and exploding.