High-Five Fridays #3

And it's still Friday! Ha! My theme this week: hot people! Okay LOL, I know that's not original, but I've hardly been looking at anything erotic where I could recommend 5 every week. You know, maybe I'll just stick to Angelina this week.


1. One of Angelina's more interesting scenes from Gia. Mm. People who've seen this movie have to know that bland Aniston chick never really had a chance. (Ignore the ignorant jackass's comment below the video link.)

2. In spite of the description of this video, it's not quite that graphic. But, watching Angelina in Original Sin made me a fan for life. Yes, fan is the word I'm going to use. :-p In spite of what I just linked to, I like all the scenes where she's fully dressed too. It's a great movie.

3. Beowulf. No, it's not a sex scene, but Angelina is probably the only person who could make gold paint and a tail hot.

4. Taking Lives. Crazy as it sounds, the sex scene is not the best part of the movie. Yes, it is totally possible to admire Angelina's acting as well as her...assets.

5. Blood and guns and sex in Mr. and Mrs. Smith. Not all that graphic, but these two can make a violent bloody scene breathtaking just by unleashing all their raw sensuality. Don't believe me? Check out Brad in Fight Club or Interview With the Vampire or any other movie with him and blood. He makes it sexy.




Find out how to give your High-Five Fridays here!

The purpose of this meme is to give high-fives to 5 people, posts, blogs and/or websites you've admired during the week. I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 5 high-fives on Friday. Trackbacks, pings, linky widgets, comment links accepted!

Visiting fellow High-Fivers is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your High-Fives in others comments (please note if NWS).

Find more High-Five Friday folks here!

Visual Aids

Damn straight.

Okay, I was one of the people put to sleep by Beowulf and Grendel in high school. I shudder to think of the near-coma I slipped into in an English class where it was a bad move to fall asleep. But this movie...hmm. Suffice it to say, it seems a little more interesting. Not because the animation is innovative or because I believe my age will make the story more appealing. No, this is just for one reason.

Because Angelina makes a hot non-human.

I can guess why there's never a full shot of her in the previews or the online ads for the movie. She's basically naked with a tail. Yay! Well, yay for adult movie-goers. Nay for parents who see "animated" and think "It's okay if I take my five-year-old." If Angie won't even take her own kids, I don't think it's a wise move for other parents.

But, back to what I was saying. That woman is hot. I know what you're thinking: Duh! (If you're at my blog, you better be thinking that.) I have no idea what she does to get me interested in things I otherwise wouldn't think twice about. I wonder if she has the same affect on others. Like pretty much everyone else who was forced to read this story in school and is now taking an interest in this movie. How many tickets can sex appeal sell? I guess we'll find out this weekend.

BTW, is it dirty to wonder if sex is hotter with a tail? Just asking.

I Want To Lick Angelina

I am excited about the prospect of finally getting to touch my lips to something I've wanted (though I used to deny it) since I sighed my way through Original Sin the first time.

Angelina. She wants me to lick her.

Okay, maybe not me exactly. And maybe that's not specifically her wish. I think the universe is really behind this. This? The divine chance to put my lips and tongue on her back (and maybe her front if I'm feeling adventurous), close my eyes and then send her out, hopefully with a smile on her face. I look forward to the chance.

It'll be cheap too. That's the most surprising part. Fifty cents to get a little thrill out of licking Angie. Sounds like a perfect plan, right? Only one problem. Her man and (biological) kid will be there too.

I guess I can't use the new Brangelina and baby stamp to mail out fliers for my latest erotic novel then, now can I?

I am not obsessed

I can't help staring at it sometimes. And why should I try? It's staring at me. Asking to be stared at. Asking to be lovingly gazed into, held gently, gone over with gently questing fingers and an open mind. I flip it over and admire the dimensions. Not bad from the back, but always, always the hottest view in front. My breath catches and I know I'm ready to explore it's secrets with the slow careful observation of the student breathlessly wanting to know the key to the ultimate satisfaction from the master.

But, I wait.

I wasn't going to succumb to this indulgence. I had, in fact, found another use for my time and money, but curiosity and this incessant need to possess the elusive, to lose myself in the beauty of one deliciously offered gift led me there. Outside the protection of the brick walls into a violent storm. Into the store. At the back, staring, searching, throwing the trivial wannabes aside as I searched for the only one that could give me what I needed.

I sensed another nearby on the same quest, but I pretended not to notice there could be someone else between us. Finally, after it seemed my search would be fruitless, I found the one remaining treasure that would serve to make me feel complete, satiated. For now.

I brought it home and stashed it away at first. Why give into temptation immediately when the suspense makes it all the more tantalizing? That first taste is always sweeter after certain sacrifice is made. But then, I couldn't just leave it alone. I pulled it out, caressed the outside and began to dream of devouring the treasure within in great cloying gulps, taking my fill until I no longer knew any but the world contained therein.

I opened my treasure and teased my fingers through it's delicate folds. Somehow, it felt warm to the touch, inviting my eyes to feast on what I'd been denying myself for so long. I became overwhelmed with emotion, with the knowledge that once I began this journey I would not be able to rest until I had taken in every part of worth and acknowledged that, yes, I am worthy of such riches. I deserve to indulge. I have gone without for so long that the smallest reward is not only my due, but my privilege.

With this in mind, I put it away again and contented myself to draw out the torture into the wee hours.

Some time later, I found myself with camera in hand, drawing my fingers along the beautiful curvature, trying to reconcile what I knew to be the delights within with the now taunting surface that stared back at me through the lens. I wanted it so badly now I could taste it. But again, I waited, content to study my subject from a distance before making that last leap into blissful oblivion.

So here I sit, practically breathless in anticipation, fingers twitching as I type, smiling as I remind myself what awaits me in bed tonight - a sweet surrender to my weakness, my inspiration, my long-denied passion.

I will be satisfied.

__________________

Long story short, I bought the LAST copy of Esquire I saw in the drug store. Good thing I looked behind all those other skanky mags, because I didn't see it for 10 minutes and I was about to say something not-nice to the management. In case you can't tell, I am SO looking forward to reading The Gingerbread Girl by Stephen King, exclusive to July's issue of Esquire. My favorite writer, a new short story AND I snagged the last copy. Fate loves me. Or knew I needed a boost. Oh, and the hot pics of Angelina and the writeup on her inside weren't exactly turnoffs either.

Bisexual Chick

I have decided that sexuality does not need labels. I mean, what purpose do labels serve anyway (besides organizing my random blog posts)? The only purpose I see for labeling is to separate ourselves from one another, to find a way to point to someone across the room (or the web) and say "THAT is different from me." Different isn't necessarily bad, but it isn't--oh what am I babbling about anyway? It's me. There's something wrong with me. No, not wrong. It's not wrong. I just feel...well honestly, let me get back to the beginning of this post.

Sexuality does not need to be labelled or categorized. There's no point in considering someone heterosexual, homosexual, bi or confused (insert plug in random orifice) if it's very possible that our personal views of sexuality are fluid and change depending on our stages and experiences in life. Take me for instance. I like dick. Or, at least I did the last time I saw one in person. I'm going to assume my enjoyment of said organ hasn't changed recently. But, I also find a couple of women attractive. (Which is why I keep staring at that picture of Katherine Heigl like it's about to jump out of my screen.) Does that make me bisexual to some people? It doesn't to me because I have no intention of ever having a sexual relationship with a woman. At least, for now I don't.

But it makes me wonder what would happen if I did. Would I automatically have to consider myself bi because other people would? John Oszajca did a song a few years ago called "Bisexual Chick" about women who experiment or "become" bi as part of a trend; they lick clit because they want to be seen as cool. You know, instead of trying out the newest haircut or buying the same overpriced boots as their favorite celeb. I don't ever want to be considered one of the women who only tried it because other people did and said it was cool. (Yes, that is Tyra Banks and her "friend" Kimora Lee in the picture. Unfortunately, I don't have a picture of Tyra trying to feel up Beyonce that same night.)

The truth is, I don't know what I want. Well, that's not the whole truth. I know at some point I want to marry a man, have a few babies, become at least moderately well-known as a decent writer and maybe have some fun along the way. Making a little money on that journey wouldn't hurt either. But I don't know what I want in the way of... experimental sexual experiences. I don't see myself ever being comfortable enough with a woman for that, not any time soon. But if I decide to try it, or even if I just think about it, I don't know if I'm comfortable with the idea of being labeled for it. I know how my family and some of my friends are. It would be easier for me to lie and say I don't have some curiosity or that nothing happened rather than be myself and expect everyone to be comfortable. Maybe I'm just making up excuses because I plan on meeting Angelina one day and holding her hostage for the day. ;-) Not that she'd be trying to get away. After all, she'd be with me.

Lara Croft Rocks My World

Okay, I just saw Tomb Raider. (Yes, I know I'm late.)

Daaaaaaaaaaaang. My crush on Angie has just gotten a hell of a lot worse. The girl was hot. And I thought she kicked ass in Mr. and Mrs. Smith.

Oh, and the movie wasn't half-bad either.

I see why the director, etc. made those Indiana Jones comparisons when talking about Lara. But, I'm not sure the 60-year-old (I think) Harrison Ford is as ready to re-enter the action genre as he thinks if he's competing with the likes of this movie. Most action movies suck because the story is predictable, the characters are cardboard or both. This one is great because the heroine is not only 3 dimensional, but isn't so over-the-top she puts you off. The story itself isn't a big departure from most of the action genre, but unique special effects and a mystery that unravels itself slowly throughout the movie serve to keep the watcher firmly on the edge of their seat. (In my case, I moved to the edge of the bed.)

My rating: 4 1/2 stars (Lost half a star when that shower scene 8 minutes in cut off. Tease!)

The Angelina Obsession

Being in love with Angie's eyes does not make me a lesbian. Wanting to doing something dirty with her does. Or does it?

I read a survey a couple of years ago and the results were surprising (but somehow not). Just about every (hetero) woman surveyed said they had a girl-crush on Angelina Jolie. What is a girl-crush you ask? My lame definition: when one woman admires another woman's personality and/or looks in a (usually) non-sexual way. Girl-crushes can be admitted without embarassment, unwanted questions about sexuality, or the suggestion from your boyfriend that you “just try it once, for him."

Until this point, I'd honestly thought I was a rare breed. A woman with a thing for Angie (and her eyes/lips/smile/sexy voice). *sigh* I'm starting to think there are no women left who don't find her attractive (except for that bland chick Brad used to bone). It's not such a bad thing. Until I realized something else. She is possibly the ONLY woman I'd ever want to be in a sexual relationship with. I pride myself on being a bit openminded. I have nothing against most people or their beliefs (excepting my allergies to fakeness and stupidity) and I try to be open to most suggestions in a hypothetical manner. I've always thought if I had the chance to be with a woman I completely trusted, I wouldn't have a problem doing the do with her. Wrong. Without getting into specifics, I've had the chance before. Without hesitating, I decided there are places my mouth will probably NEVER go, even if the hypothetical female in question splashed her bits and pieces with tequila and held a lime between her nether lips. It couldn't work for me. I find lots of women attractive (there I go being “openminded" again), but I just don't see myself having some sort of oral interaction with another female. On the giving end anyway. What can I say? I'm selfish. Comes with being born a queen. But Angie? I'd probably still hesistate, but not for long. I mean really, who could resist the urge to put that look on her face if they could? Not me. I might be a scared little non-lesbian, but I'm not stupid. There are some opportunities that could never be duplicated and I can't really think of anyone who would give up the chance to hit that.

My fixation with her isn't just about sexual attraction, but I'd rather not get too deep into the other stuff right now. Just know that I admire a lot of the things she's been doing around the world and I don't spend my movie-watching time imagining her naked (when she isn't already) instead of paying attention to the plot.

Hmm. Why did I write “naked" and “Angelina" in the same post? My train of thought is almost completely gone now. Dang it.

What was I saying? Oh yes. The girl is hot. I know what you're thinking. DUH! But you don't know how hard it is for me to admit that, especially knowing I've linked this blog to a few hundred (sometimes) judgmental folks at my favorite message board. Then again, half those jokers want to do her too, so maybe I won't get teased too much. After all, don't we all want to dip in her honey pot?

Great. Now that brings to mind all kinds of images of smacking lips and tongues darting out and...mm.

If someone hears her next movie is looking to cast a big booty black chick, kindly let me know. Your reward? A blow-by-blow after my “audition."

Signed,

Only a lesbian for one woman who I'll probably never have (and I'm pretty sure that doesn't count)