farmer's and new dates

last night i soaked in hot springs mineral water while watching a movie. only in california. then i'd step out of the mineral bath, really a small pool and into the heated olympic size pool to swim a few laps on my back and stare up at the stars. the place was surrounded by palm trees and i could see their silouettes against the night sky. really just stunningly beautiful.

i had been asked out by a local guy. tonight we met at a farmer's market (at the date stand) and walked around chatting. he's interesting but not my sexual type. i enjoy learning about local culture and he's very well versed in that. plus, he's athletic and outdoorsy which appeals to me. he bikes, hikes, camps, swims. so do i.

the san luis obispo farmer's market is the best one i've ever been to. they shut down the streets on huigara close the mission the town is named for. it's beautiful, i toured it tonight as well. a beautiful walkway and tree lined courtyard (with bare barked eucalyptus), lovely small garden with concord grapes growing on covered trellises. a fountain with a sculpted bear splashing children and fish. there were pomegranate trees, with their erotic pinkish red fruit hanging low, and all kinds of flowers, tall blooming hibiscus bushes - trees really!

last night, i was worried over meeting this new guy. but he was a perfect gentleman. he massaged my feet while we soaked and chatted. he was very amiable but i remained chaste since i wasn't really into him physically. i'm impressed with his idea for a first date though. it was quite a lovely soak! and simply magical to swim under the stars!

before i met him, i hiked at avila beach. absolutely beautiful! the harbor was full of brightly colored sail boats at anchor. i walked and walked the beach at sunset. high golden rocky cliffs and rolling green mountains sink into the sea there.

life is so sweet.

this afternoon, after work, i hiked moonstone beach and watched seals relax on rocks or ride the waves, their little heads bobbing up and down - hundreds of them. slivers of sunshine spiked through the fog. it was so gorgeous.

i feel so blessed!

the owners of the sustainable business where i'm working made fresh jam, homemade salsa (with garden fresh tomatoes, peppers and cilantro), and lentil soup this week. i've been eating well. they feed us 2 meals a day and give us a stipend for the rest. i can't believe i get to live in this charming town.

monday afternooon, i moved into the little cottage by the side of the inn. i sleep in the loft which is drafty but at least a little more private. and the other volunteers here (we just got two more) are very friendly and fun and interesting.

there is a young couple who are very much in love. they are at the stage where they can't keep their eyes (or hands) off each other but i heard her telling him off yesterday so i guess they are also having little lovers quarrels.

we have the most interesting guests who stay here. one british woman described suddenly getting vertigo at the top of the statue of liberty and the police had to shut it down and get EMTs to talk her down. she just froze at the top of the lady's torch and couldn't come down. it took hours and the whole park was shut down because of her. she laughed and laughed telling us the story. i love meeting strangers who are touring around. we get lots of europeans, (dollar is LOW!) belgians, aussies, french, a couple of netherlanders, a hungarian holocaust refugee, many germans and brits. it's fun telling them about the area and hearing their impressions of california. they all love it.

nighty night. i'm happy as a clam and off to bed. i'm touring hearst castle tomorrow with my new friend, a fellow volunteer. she's a friendly young woman, very feisty and hilarious. and even though she's young enough to be my daughter, she thinks i'm a lot of fun.

wish me luck. i got asked out by a college man and i'm going tomorrow, maybe. he said he i was a "sexy milf." ha! and a "cougar" experience. that just cracked me up! if only these young men knew what a good girl i was raised to be!




(wow! you gotta love this inn! it's a pension. and a really hot young blonde man just staggered out of his room in his boxers and nothing else, to use the wc. it's a great life.)

mr. lover

i put the whipped cream on his cock after licking several drops of it off his nipples.

and i smeared it on his balls. he loves that. i pushed through the cream and placed my hand firmly on his shaft and worked my magic on him, using the cream as lube to transport him away from his workday worries. it turned into liquid on his warm cock as i rubbed up and down, playing with him. he was moaning and writhing in pleasure. i love how he thrashes his head around and bucks in bed when he's about to come and how he whimpers at my touch.

he'd already made me come.

i wasn't really in the mood for sex but he's so damn fine and sexy that i pretty much can get in the mood fast. as i told him, he takes me from 0-60 in no time. i love that about him.

last night we talked and cuddled and sighed and giggled in bed - we chatted about politics, (obama's telling support for FISA, allowing those criminals, AT&T and other telecom companies, off the hook for spying on americans illegally), about his amazing stories of his and his family's migration from iran, through spain and italy, ending in canada.



he went to college for two years in tehran, then applied for med school in italy. most of the students study for a year to learn all the technical terms and to pass the entry test. he had a week to study and pass the test or lose his student visa and be shipped back to iran. and he was learning it in italian, not his native language. there were 900 questions in his study guide. he memorized all of the answers. his sister was so scared for him; she'd chosen to study architecture since there was no entry exam. she was worried sick he'd never pass. his brother-in-law, a doctor, helped him study. they prepared for a goodbye party in case he was to be deported.

but he passed with flying colors! in fact, he made the highest grade of all the foreign students and tied with an italian, only one other student, who made the same high grade.

he's so fucking brilliant and colorful, my persian. i'm so happy i had him all to myself for the last 2 weeks. we've had so much fun! going to countless Burning WoMan parties, eating out at delicious restaurants, cuddling and making love late into the night. his wife's on some buddhist retreat with her friends so he comes to sleep with me each night. (we're polyamorous, not cheaters.) i love that when we're just about tired of each other, she comes home and he leaves.

we had a staycation while he was here. we stayed in town but treated each night and weekend like we were on holiday. we ate delicious foods, fresh from the farmer's market outside my door. peaches, apricots, plums, cherries, blueberries, blackberries, raspberries are all in season, so i bought plenty and fed him in bed, luscious bowlsful of stone fruits and berries covered in whipped cream. and we love our breads of india restaurant, just downstairs from my urban loft. they serve us as regulars now, always bringing our garlic naan and mango lassis to start, then chicken tikka masala to fill us up, and finally galub jaman for dessert. they use free range chicken and fresh organic vegetables every day. we linger over dinner and hold hands and talk of everything and nothing.

he tells me that i am his honeymoon. we don't go without a few rough patches, especially when we're together for longer periods of time than our normal 2-3 dates a week. we have little disagreements or hurt feelings, but he's very mature. he can easily identify and talk about his feelings and ask for what he needs and wants. he's been through a lot for someone his age and he's traveled the world and seen many different ways of doing things so he's ever so much more evolved than american men. i love him.

i love the coffee color of his skin. i love the way his chest hair splays out in an hourglass shape on his ribs and abdomen. i love his thighs, they are perfectly sized and muscular and lift me up on to him when i'm riding him and he's thrusting into me. i love his shoulders. i love watching him when he's drinking my mango juice and eating my pussy. he dives down like a true olympian, arching his shoulders, and parting the waves of my thighs. he rests his head on my powerful legs and nibbles at me, his tongue like a little fish, darting in and out, in and out. last night and the night before, he made me come so powerfully, i had to bite my tongue and bury my mouth in the pillows to muffle my moans. i was afraid of waking the neighbors.

damn, he's good.




i'm off for the farmer's market for lunch. this is my new weekly ritual and it makes me so happy. i shop with my little red cart on wheels, just like the old chinese housewives i see all round me, and bustle from one booth to the next to compare prices on fresh organic cheese, curvy green vegetables, lanky beans, ripe cherries of all kinds - white, pink, red, burgundy.



i know to wait till the very end of the market to buy my flowers, then they are half price and so are my favorite tamales. i try to turn down the fattening kettle corn but usually the aroma of fat and salt and sugar is too much for me. i get pulled in on the tractor beam of transfats. damn, it's delicious! fresh popped, salty and sweet.

i'm emptying my vases today of last week's flowers, pink and white of round blooms in my bedroom has faded and it's time for new ones. the purplish blue of the tall thin stalks on my dining room table has not faded even though they are 2 weeks old. i empty the blossoms into the mulch around the green and yellow lemon tree at my front door. the bold petals make a perfect potpourri to greet my visitors.

life is very sweet.