Dude Three, Dick Sounds, Make-up Sex

Dear Sillies,
   I hope your new year's been off to a great start. If not, there's plenty of time for things to turn around. And they will. Just keep taking good care of you.

   Things are fine here, and we're about to take you back to my romantic (?) story, written several months after-the-fact.
   To re-cap, Dude Three and I hit a snag through written messages. Here we are, in an attempt to talk things through:
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   Nervously, Three sat next to me on my sofa. "Look," he fingered my shirt buttons, "I'm the first person to admit when I did something wrong at work."
   "That's differ--"
   "It's differ--"
   We finished the word simultaneously: "-ent."
   "You're nervous," I grinned and put my hand on his thigh.
   "No, I'm just saying that, okay, I went back and read our messages. I sounded like a dick."
   Wow. A man who admits to his dick sounds. I like - no, I love - that. It's like a seventh inning grand slam to clench the world championship title (in baseball, I think). He deserved big rewards.
   "Thank you for saying that. I've already told you, I'm not going to fight with you. I just don't want to be told what we're going to do, without giv--"
   Dude Three interrupted again, "Then why didn't you--"
   I extended my arm to cover his mouth, giggling. "Your statement left no room for discussion. So I said 'k,' honey." I freed him to talk.
   He chuckled. "All I wanted to ask is 'Why didn't you ask me why I said no hiking?"
   "Because babe, 'why' is a judgemental question. As a counselor, I was trained to not use that word." 

   Alas, Dude Three began to listen attentively. I got more personal regarding my anxiety in intimate relationships, my abandonment issues and past traumas. He claimed to understand. 
   Eventually, we found ourselves in a seductive position.
   I suggested that make-up sex was in order. Dude Three wouldn't argue with me...not yet anyway.

   It was the best (and only) make-up sex I've ever had. That's because it wasn't really a fight. After a fight, the guy better stay a few time zones away from me, if he values his life. Unless he's ready to say things like "I'm sorry for sounding like a dick," that is.
   Yes, this is yet another "to be continued" post, but I'd love your input on make-up sex. Does it work for you (alone or with a partner - no judgements here)? 

New Year's Everotica: For Old Time's Sake

My Dears, the Silliest of the Most Silly,

2017 was perhaps not the world's greatest year. At Life by Chocolate, though, we're thrilled. Why? You showed up! And you showed up consistently. You showed up with a smile. You showed up to grace us with your sharp wit, warm thoughtfulness, outrageous humor, and heartfelt care. Your presence is more important to me than I can say. I relish in giddy-overwhelm when considering all of the unexpected journeys and rewards I've enjoyed because of you.

And we* have plans for an active 2018 here. Oy vey, do we have plans! (Dude Three will return with a wacky twist. Reasons for Celibacy makes a comeback. Erotica never leaves. Will Martha ever leave? We haven't yet managed to oust her.)

I'll be slipping away from cyberspace during New Year's. So I'm leaving this here, along with hopeful sentiment. May 2018 bring good health, love, peace, and all the silliness you deserve.  Chocolate too, of course. Lots of the good stuff. Dark, creamy but firm, hard but not too hard to lick and chew, European or Latin or Costa Rican - whatever entices me. I mean you...

*"We" means Kelly Clarkson and Maccauley Culkin whenever they stop by to take a selfie, and me.

Happy 2018.
I love you, Dear Sillies.

Grand Finale Comment Collage, Starring YOU!

My Silliest of Sillies,
Please enjoy this Year End Grand Finale Comment Collage, along with chocolate and all good things.
Love to you.

Debra She Who Seeks said isn't it bad enough that you lust after Bernie Saunders . . . now you've added Pope Francis to the mix?  JoJo said Wow she really has a way of making things get awkward from zero to 100 in seconds.

Stephen Hayes said The last time I dated, LBJ was in the White House. mail4rosey said If a man even smiles, I run, run, run. L. Diane Wolfe said Yes, a bunch of jerks.

Cal's Canadian Cave of Coolness said Why do you keep dealing with these losers when I am right here with my tickle trunk full of costumes.

Gorilla Bananas said To be fair to her, a few people do find the Devil cute, but they are mostly pagan, goat-skin wearing types.  A Beer For The Shower said It's like candy that can murder your liver. What's not to love?

Wilma said I like your name for Punctuation Cowboy the best! fishducky said I love it, too!! Am I in part two? Lux G. I think I'd like to visit especially if he looks like Zac Efron.

Yvonne said Ha! You naughty, naughty girl! Alex J. Cavanaugh said You have friends in your fridge? Better let them out.  Plowing Through Life (Martha) said HAHAHA! What a (wonderfully) crazy bunch.  Joanne said it does take a village to complete the world of Robyn.

Connie said Sometimes if you hold your breath and count to ten, the hiccups go away. Pat Tillett said I was feeling anxious for you! Joanne said I kinda thought Bernie would make an appearance for Poly Sci class. There's always second semester. Diane Wolfe said My my! We didn't get to play any of those reindeer games at school. Jono said Long ago in a former life I remember an old guy who used to say this, "When the weather's hot and sultry, that's no time to commit adultery, but when the frost is on the pumpkin, that's the time for peter dunkin'". Elizabeth Seckman said May you get your fill...of chocolate.

Birgit said I didn’t even tell you about the former 

chief of police who played the safety elephant 
 
who was also into child porn, the transvestite 

who went to my university who killed a 

Hamilton university prof, the man who runs his 
 
truck into the front of the university, went up to 


the top floor and claimed he was Jesus or the 


men who used the mall washrooms to have fun 

with each other.

A Beer For The Shower said Elaine Benes and Steve Urkel, the power couple that runs primetime with an iron fist.

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