Happy Valentines!

My hope is everyone has someone special to share this day with. Occasionally, I get messages from male admirers. I'm not into men but every now and then I get one that really touches me. The following is a cut and past from an email I recieved from what I can only say must be a very passionate and romantic man. I share this with you because I think we would all like to recieve a correspondance of this nature. It seems to be a true stream of conscienciousness, peobably a little tipsy when he wrote it. There's a few typos (which I left unaltered)and I have remove indentifiers to protect the innocent. I gotta admit this really gets to me. I hope my fans enjoy it as much as I did and fellas take notes! Without further adeiu a letter from a man that calls himself Stony:

:: MAGIC OF YOU , WHISPER OF YOUR EYES


Hi ,

You aren't wear close
to the hill , it's the one that
can make you discover that
youth . Doesn't matter how
old the photos are , your smile
hasn't changed . Age is what
defines you , heightens your
awareness . The night owns
no rules , there's no
limitations . A couple months
ago a long relationship
fell to pieces . One that should
have never started .

I caught her cheating with
my best friend . Sorry just an
excuse to do it again . Your
about a developing story , feminine is
the way of you being . Romance is the rule
that i live by , there's that sensual an
exotic side . So the words pull
us closer , even the ones that aren't
heard .

It's starts off as
good friends , that's the
foundation . True friends are
rare , it's being there when
needed . Shoulder you can
lean on , someone to
listen . It's about having
fun an laughing . You wont give
up till you totally
change , there's true commitment to
those eyes .

Never said you had to be
interested in men . Then emotion
is a thin line . I'm just complimenting
what i see , over the hill means your
just getting better . Reason you love
being a girl , awakening to you
true self . Way you can take that
gift to the next level . A woman
you revolve in . Touch is something
you can't avoid . With each an every
passing photo , more of the woman
rises to the surface . Imagine at
times it's a feel of being
trapped in the wrong body .

It's the woman that frees
you from your world . Just letting down
your hair , way it's captured
by the wind . What we can't can't
escape , the hidden fantasies inside of
us , wants , needs an the
desires . Once your touched , don't know
what you'll feel . Holding hands an
walking in the rain , mist that
touches you .

Afternoon brunch at a
cafe tucked away on
a side street , one with
outdoor tables . Its the latte
an the conversation . There's a simmering
fire inside of you , spark that
can't ignite it . Hands that magically
find each other . As a woman it's you
looking through a mirror , liking
what you see . It's you letting be
who you are , not changing a damn
thing .

That's the freedom that
will expose you . Turn you
darkest fantasies into
reality . Listening when you
say nothing , it's what you
aren't saying . Dinner date as
friends , your dressed to the
nines . Restaurant on the water , tranquil
sound of the waves , feeling every bit
the lady .

Silence of eyes that
speak to each other , fingertips
that gently touch , waiting on the
coffee an dessert . There's your
desires an passions . Joy of sharing
a sunset with someone
special , it can be
a friend . Motion of the waves an
it's swisssssssssssssssh . It's that
something that's priceless .

Thrill of leaving your
heels in the sand , walking barefoot
at the edge , tide that rushes over
your feet , it's your hair that
moves in the wind . Phone conversations
that last for hours , seem
like minutes . Sunday walking on
a boardwalk , ice cream cones
melting . The one that can make
you melt , feeling more like
a woman .

So you can call me
XX, my home is
north Jersey . In Brooklyn growing up given
the nickname of Stony , whatever
you like an i answer to both . The night is
decoding the subliminal message you
hide , one you want exposed . It's about
your own pace . Dinner an a
movie , grabbing a cup at a dinner
to talk . What you feel , what resonates
inside of you .

A club on a Saturday , it's the dance that
you can't resist . Amusement park an
the sound of children laughing , junk food
an scary rides . A game of chance an winning
a plush animal you name . One that cuddle
with in the darkness . There's that satin
dress an your white heels , words beyond
your smile . The fantasies that linger
in your head , one that can turn them
to reality . Letting down of your
hair , screaming to the world
this is me , it's frees you .

There's that one night , it's tossing
caution to the wind . Feelings
are feelings , ones we
can't fight . Exposing that hidden
side , there's your talents as
a women . Don't ever believe it
can't happen , seed that was
planted . I see you as a
beautiful woman , simple as
that . Reality is the way
you see yourself . Your passion is
a long list of your
desires . Hunger in your
eyes , thirst on your lips , that's
your unique appetite .

Once you let go , you'll discover
you can fly . There's that night
that's different , it's raining an
the thunder that rattles
windows , what adds to the
romance . The woman that controls
every inch of that body . Tell me
something ? , do you like wearing
jeans ? Image of you in
those jeans laying across the sheets in
your bare feet ,that's sexy .


One night your a blonde
with fire in your
eyes , shear stockings that
embrace those satin
legs . soft silk that falls
to your shoulders . Cuteness of
your nose , gloss that
paints your lips . Voice whispering
in your ear , baby you look
hot . A date that doesn't
end with a kiss goodnight .

Holding hands an running
in the rain , bar in a hotel
lobby an a night cap . Is about
driving you home , elevator ride
to the top floor , walking
barefoot through a corridor . It's that
ride were it all comes
together , eyes lost inside
each other . Black skirt an
the satin top . It's the feel an
the touch of a woman . It's the right
clothes to wear . Accents every
line an curve . A moment were
the world just stops .

Wee hours of the
morning , slow dancing in
a elevator an the world
can see . It's when everybody
else disappears . Arms that wrap
around each other , silence of
lips moving closer , something you
could have never planned . That
something that just
happens . Tasting of
your lips that draws
your tongue , it's your embrace
that gets tighter .

So we never know what's around
the next corner . It's 2009 an
these the clothes you
should be wearing . Replace the full
panties for a thong , it's because
you can . Short heels for open
ones that reveal your sexy
toes , eroticism of watching you
get out them . When you kiss , way you
wrap one leg around . The youth it's
still there , way you can reel back
the passing years .

It's about your smile an
laughter . Sharing a bottle of
wine , sipping from each others
glass . There's that fire inside
that sensual body , one that make
it burn higher an hotter . So dress
as you feel , nothing has
changed . The passing years just
made you better . What's more romantic
then slow dancing in the
dark , flicker an the scent of
candles . ?

There's the temptation you
can't resist . It's a woman
who you want to be , that reaching
for all the gusto . Warmth of hands
that slide down you back , gripping
your ass , tingle of lips
on your skin . Leaving just enough
to stir your imagination . Then there's
always more , it's only you
asking . Night can be just laying
in bed in talking , fantasies are
mental images shared .


Don't know if you
realize it , it's the turned
of a corner that can't
be avoided . Rainy nights can
be erotic with the right
lips . A sensation that
takes over , music that fills
your body , seductive way
you move , never believe that's
impossible . Here it's just
you stepping back in
time an remembering .

Next time your shopping
in the mall , buy that something
that normally you would
past . Just do me a favor , send them
image to this address :) , XXXXXXXXXX. I'm
dying to see it . One that leaves a door
open , means you don't have to knock . It's
your whisper that's heard . The dance is backing
that sensual body against a wall , holding
our face with both hands , heat of lips
that touch , tongues that tease an
play , then it's there . Stain that
your lipstick leaves , lace bra that
isn't seen .

Friendship is the meaning of
a private place were
you can run , someone that
will listen . Shoulder to
lean on , even capturing your tears
an returning a smile . Once you
let go , it's about getting
explicit So it's the night that
bares your name . Make tomorrow the first
day of the rest of your life , that's
a fresh start . Maybe you aren't
seeking a man , just your need
for a friend you can
confide too .

I can't wait to see the
complete transition , way
you make the years
disappear . That's the you
that's been hiding . You only
have to whisper Stony
it's Barbara .

So What do you think of that!!!! I just might send him that picture!

Now that that's over I must acknowledge the most important person in my life. My wife, she is my rock, my delight, my devil and my angel, she is laughter and love itself. I am a blessed man for her presence. She makes Valentine's Day be. She is my one and only and will always be. I love you Honey.

Stay Pretty, Be Sweet! Barb

Hi Everyone,

Day before yesterday my wife called and reminded me to turn into "her girl" before she got home from work. Well, she's a workaholic and one thing lead to another so she didn't get home till 10pm! Neither of us had eaten that day so I made a late dinner of Salmon and potatoes while she showered. We ate and chatted, when finished, I cleared the plates. I returned to the sofa and my wife had fallen fast asleep!!! Several gentle attempts were made to rouse her but to no avail. I knew she was down for the count. Well, she works hard and deserves her rest. Still, what a frustration...all dolled up and no one to play with. We finished playtime the next morning!!! All is well. Love to all, Barb

StayPretty, Be Sweet

Hi to all,

Summer's winding down, the maple leaves are starting to turn...time for winter fashions! Just a picture of myself dressed for an evening of passion. I'm almost at my former weight...about 10 or 15lbs. to go!:)!!!!. I'm liking the look I can produce and will be taking many more pictures. I must have lost 40lbs. this summer, feels good to be close to skinny. I've decided, for the sake of convenience and flirt factor(I am an insatiable flirt), I'm keeping my hair short!:(. That means I'm going to try a wig. I don't know dick about wigs and am not quite sure what type of look I want to go for. No matter what I'm going to have to have help with this. I have a very large(circumference) head. Regular sized wigs just don't work. There's a local wig shop nearby, I think I'll visit and terrorize the salesladies with a wig fitting. Should be a fun adventure. I've been shopping for dresses recently and have a few cute numbers I need to post. I've taken up my old hobby/sport of fishing. There's a nice pond right around the corner. I've had fun catching fish all summer. I don't think anyone wants to see a fish picture. I'm rambling so I'll sign off for now. Stay Pretty, Be Sweet.

Barb