Thursday, February 27, 2014


A erotic page from the private journal dated September 2011 with an erotic poem included at the end and something from HIM.

Can you hear the lights in my heart? Thinking of you turns them brighter...but the lights are never turned out. Thinking of how easily you turn "orgasm" into art...

I love this part of the quote from the true Valentine: "For those dear lips shot through my heart, and thro' my bleeding vitals, delicious poison, and an avoidless but yet a charming ruin." I recalled it while I was day dreaming of you most of the day and that's because you're MIA again. That's what I call it when you're so busy that you can think of nothing but work, work, work.

I'd love to be the fly on the wall to see your face when I text you that I'm sneaking up and whispering in your ear all the things I like to do if I really were there...then kissing you and running away. Does it turn you on the way it does me when you are playful and txt you're sneaking up on me and then...

I love it when the cell phone in your pocket calls me because it has been bouncing and excited it hits redial ... and you know there's no such thing as accidents and coincidences. I love it!

If I had a spy camera, I'd place it in your office so I could see your smile when I text message that I have come to your office and I am sitting on your desk and doing all sorts of naughty things I know you love and that get you hot.
There you are, sitting at your desk, your computer in front of you and some printed work at the side. You're looking at your computer, but the camera makes it appear you look directly into the lens and you are reading words (let's say from an email  I sent to you earlier). As you continue to read, you become overwhelmed by the words—there's a slight twitch, a smirk, a straightening of your back, a desperate breath in—and you struggle to continue reading the words on your computer screen.

The camera picks up something so that any viewer might realize there is more to this reading scene than it first seems. The viewer hears a slight slurping sound in the background...then a humming interrupted by moans. It is unmistakable to any and all viewers that what they hear before the camera fades to black is your orgasm. The viewer just never sees what—who—produced there someone under your it the words on your computer screen that produce a paroxysm of pleasure.

Gadz! Why the xxxx are you so far away?! Thank G-d for us refusing to stop communicating and assume things will fall into some undefined, some invisible, probably some fake line like people "getting their ducks in a row". Thank G-d we talk and listen and share and trust.

I want you...the want is driving me crazy...crazy...crazy for you. When you get here I want you to eff me so hard, sink so deep inside of me, that I'll never be able to work you out from under my skin...NEVER!

I'm putting something in my journal...something I wrote months ago...something I'm thinking is better published and copyrighted under Mona's name...something just for you.

©Her Favorite Things
Mona Arizona, 2011
her favorite things, her favorite
toys, her favorite positions, her
favorite looks, her favorite acts,
her favorite flavors, her favorite
ways to savor the moment, to
make it last seemingly forever.

her favorite things she liked to share
with him when he came
over to her house they
lost track of time as
they explored her
favorite things,
the things he did
to her, the way he felt
on top of her, the way he
felt underneath her as she
rode him – one of her
favorite things, one of
her favorite places, her
favorite spot to watch his
face as he got closer and closer,
her hands resting on his chest as
she leans over and he sees her
favorite things dangling and
he reaches up and cups them
with his hands and her favorite
things feel comfortable in his hands
but she dismounts and moves to the
edge of the bed on her knees, her ass
looking at him temptingly, her favorite
things being him inside of her in various
positions, in various places.

her favorite things were his favorite things and
together they shared the riches between themselves
and discovered how to contrast and compare their
favorite things when it came to the bedroom and
coming and not going but staying and showing,
cuddling and eventually maybe even shoring,
showering with him was one of her favorite
things of all time the way his hands washed
her body and they moved under the water
as if it was raining and they were in the
jungle doing one of her favorite things -
kissing like it was the last kiss and you
knew it was the last kiss so you should
make the best of it and not try to flip
out, just enjoy her favorite things, his
lips, his hips, his thrust, his nature, his
ability to nurture then fuck then nurture
again at a moment’s notice was one of her
all time favorite things or maybe it was just
him altogether that was one of her favorite
things to come undone and remember how
to love, remember how to repeatedly come.

her favorite thing was to sing to him or go
to him at work and let him know how much
she thought him out of all the other humans on the
planet and the way he reacted to her touch was one
of her fun favorite things and the way he picked her
up and carried her across the room effortlessly, that
was definitely one of her favorite things. and that thing
he did with his tongue and his fingers at the same time,
that one thing that drove her wild – that was one of her
favorite things.

You totally cracked me up last year when you sent the following to me...I don't know why I keep coming back to it, but I do.

The Sicilian Corkscrew

Here's a great hand technique that will drive your woman wild.

Here's What You Need: Just the two of you.

Here's How You Do It:
Get your woman naked. Have her lie on her back with her knees bent and her legs open wide.
Sit "Indian-style" between your woman's legs.
Cross the index and middle fingers of one of your hands (you know, the traditional "keep your fingers crossed" gesture).
Slowly insert your crossed fingers into your woman's vagina. As you do this, rotate your forearm back and forth. Insert your fingers deep enough so that your thumb is now brushing her clitoris from side to side as your forearm rotates.

Continue until you pop your woman's cork.

You want to pop my cork again this October?

©Mimi Wolske, September 2011

All Rights Reserved

Wednesday, February 26, 2014


How time flies and after all these years, I found this unsent letter (and others...some left unfinished) with some unsent poems...all to you and for you.


Your kisses confound my senses and leave me dizzy and unsure of where I am; they have me breathlessly reaching for you, my harbor.  My eyelids squeeze shut and there's only the blackness of the chasm, the void.  Searching fingers seek purchase in your hair.  If this is a dream, I don't want to awaken.  My lifeline in this turbulent sea of our lusty love is your hand holding mine, our fingers intertwined.

I do not create neologisms...unless ohmygod! counts; but I wonder how many women before me had the same prayer is the throes of heated passion?  Besides your monosyllabic name, ohmygod! is the only other word I cry out as you make me yours.

I loved the look you continually gave me that one evenings as you sat in a chair by the window in our Vegas suite and talked to someone on facebook while I dried my hair after our shower.  Impatient, your sigh spoke volumes and so I set aside my brush and met your gaze with my own. How you made me giggle when you set aside you computer and came to bed demanding satisfaction. Your guttural moan of pleasure moments later also spoke volumes.

Remember when we first began talking and I said I wanted you to bite me...not draw blood.  You argued that nibbles were better.  I countered with animal bites of lust.  Then, that first night I said, "Do you know what I want?"  "No. What?"  "Bite my neck." " Ohhh, I can do that!"  I squealed with passionate joy when you rolled me over, rode me prone to the bed, and, like a wolf, grabbed hold of the side of my neck from the behind me, growled, and...

I am wet just remembering and sharing that memory in my diary. Now I have to go find my toys and wait for you to call.

© Mimi Wolske, November, 2010
All Rights Reserved

Tuesday, February 25, 2014


An erotic love letter—poem—never before published from the journal of Mimi...

© Mimi Wolske, March 2010
All Rights Reserved

When your eager mouth descended,
it was like lightning charged through me
with a kiss igniting passion,
fingers touched my blood and it boiled
for the want of you inside me.

You pressed against my breast and the
erotic, sensuous prodigy
of you penetrated all of
me, from my roots to finger tips.
There is no knowledge in the throes,

only you, only me, you, me,
me, you, us; our desire blending,
mixing; flowing love from in us,
all around us, like the golden
secret caves you that you thrust into.

When you looked at me, my whole world
blew wide open before it came
back together, and I knew I'd
do anything you wanted...all
you had to do was just ask me.

When you turned me to lie prone,
when you mounted me like a wolf
and growled as you bit my neck, the
earth spun and tossed me into the
abyss while you still embraced me.

How could I know what it meant to
burn for someone until I met
you, until your love burned in me?
This was going to be a letter.
I couldn't share a letter.

I don't want to share you ever;
but, dammit, I know I have to.
Yes, I'm selfish...there. I said it.
But you've always known I want you,
Only you; only me;...just us.

G-d! I want to cry out your name!
I want everyone to know and
no one to know except for us.
I want to keep us a secret
for as long as our love survives.

Sunday, February 23, 2014


The 86th Annual Oscar Awards Will Be Shown On March 2, 2014 — Host: Ellen DeGeneres

Hey…here’s your opportunity to display your cinephile expertise…can you beat my guesses? in the COMMENT box, type the number and then your choice 

i think it will be fun because i am totally not into going to the movies but this year i saw more than i have ever seen previously…and that’s the truth—C’MON…YOU CAN BEAT ME

  • 12 Years a Slave i just have to say the winner is most likely going to be"12 Years a Slave"....before i saw this film, i would have said "Captain Phillips" or maybe "Her"...but then, i also liked "All Is Lost" and it wasn't even nominated, sooo i could be totally wrong with this pick
  • American Hustle
  • Captain Phillips
  • Dallas Buyers Club
  • Gravity
  • Her
  • Nebraska
  • Philomena
  • The Wolf of Wall Street

  • Christian Bale (American Hustle)
  • Bruce Dern (Nebraska)
  • Leonardo DiCaprio (Wolf of Wall Street)
  • Chiwetel Ejiofor (12 Years a Slave)
  • Matthew McConaughey (Dallas Buyers Club) i'm going to say the winner's going to be Matthew McConaughey right? right? right!

  • Amy Adams (American Hustle)
  • Cate Blanchett (Blue Jasmine)— i just have to pick Cate Blanchett as the winner...After winning every prize leading up to the Oscars, i can't believe academy will shun her just because of headlines about Woody Allen
  • Sandra Bullock (Gravity)
  • Judi Dench (Philomena)
  • Meryl Streep (August: Osage County)

  • Barkhad Abdi (Captain Phillips)
  • Bradley Cooper (American Hustle)
  • Michael Fassbender (12 Years a Slave)
  • Jonah Hill (Wolf of Wall Street)
  • Jared Leto (Dallas Buyers Club)— i think i'm going to surprise you all and say the winner will be Jared Leto 

  • Jennifer Lawrence (American Hustle)
  • Lupita Nyong'o (12 Years a Slave)— another surprise from me...maybe...but i just have to go with Lupita Nyong’o as the winner in this category...i just believe she’s really deserving
  • Julia Roberts (August: Osage County)
  • June Squibb (Nebraska)
  • Sally Hawkins (Blue Jasmine)

  • Martin Scorsese (The Wolf of Wall Street)
  • David O. Russell (American Hustle)
  • Alfonso Cuarón (Gravity)— i think the winner will beAlfonso Cuarón for "Gravity"
  • Alexander Payne (Nebraska)
  • Steve McQueen (12 Years a Slave) 

  • John Ridley (12 Years a Slave)— i have no idea, but i guess the winner could be “12 Years a Slave”
  • Julie Delpy, Ethan Hawke & Richard Linklater (Before Midnight
  • Terence Winter (The Wolf of Wall Street)
  • Billy Ray (Captain Phillips)
  • Steve Coogan and Jeff Pope (Philomena)

  • David O. Russell and Eric Singer (American Hustle)— this one's hard...really hard, but i think the academy will decide the winner will be "American Hustle" even though its major challenge in this category is going to come from "Her" (which is a beautiful robot-human Love-Story type of love story— well, okay, a beautiful OS-human and i'm a sucker for a tear-jerker romance...aren't you?); however, i just believe it isn't counterintuitive for the voters to love "Hustle" enough to reward it with the most nominations (along with "Gravity") and then shut it out completely—but, i could be wrong...i hope i'm wrong...but, who knows; right? maybe it could be a tie?
  • Bob Nelson (Nebraska)
  • Spike Jonze (Her)
  • Craig Borten & Melisa Wallack (Dallas Buyers Club)
  • Woody Allen (Blue Jasmine)

    • Denmark, The Hunt
    • Belgium, The Broken Circle Breakdown
    • Italy, The Great Beautyi only saw 2 of the nominated films but the winner has to be "The Great Beauty” i mean, it is really good and it did get a Golden Globe win — i like how it seemed to be in the fashion of a Fellini film, too
    • Palestine, Omar
    • Cambodia, The Missing Picture

    • The Wind Rises
    • Frozen— well, since i didn't see Ernest & Celestine or The Wind Rises, from what i did see i think “Frozen" will be the winner
    • Despicable Me 2
    • The Croods
    • Ernest & Celestine

    • "Alone Yet Not Alone" (Alone Yet Not Alone)
    • "Happy" (Despicable Me 2)
    • "Let It Go" (Frozen)— this is really a guess but i will choose "Let It Go" as the winner because, well, there isn’t a sing-along version of “Mandela,” is there?
    • "The Moon Song" (Her)
    • "Ordinary Love" (Mandela: Long Walk to Freedom)

    • John Williams (The Book Thief)
    • Steven Price (Gravity)— when they say music adds a lot to a movie, it's true and "Gravity"'s musical score was prominant...just plain excellent, sooo, i would give Stephen Price a well-deserved Oscar
    • Alexandre Desplat (Philomena)
    • Thomas Newman (Saving Mr. Banks)
    • William Butler and Owen Pallett (Her)

    • Philippe Le Sourd (The Grandmaster)
    • Emmanuel Lubezki (Gravity)— all you cinephiles can rejoice...i think "Gravity" is gonna walk away with Oscar for the kind of computer-generated spectacle that probably (MOST SURELY) angered all purists voting this category
    • Bruno Delbonnel (Inside Llewyn Davis)
    • Roger Deakins (Prisoners)
    • Phedon Papamichael (Nebraska)

    • American Hustle
    • The Grandmaster
    • The Great Gatsby—OMG! how could the winner not be “Gatsby” with all that flash and fabric ?
    • The Invisible Woman
    • 12 Years A Slave

    • American Hustle
    • Gravity
    • The Great Gatsby—like i used to do when my daddy would take us to the Kentucky Derby when we were young and i'd pick the winner based on just a hunch, i'm choosing the winner for an Oscar the same way and picking Catherine Martin -- just for the razzle-dazzle of Gatsby
    • Her
    • 12 Years a Slave

    • Gravity— i really liked The Lone Ranger, BUT, wow...i really think "GRAVITY" had such seamless effects how could any other movie win against it? sooo, the winner will be “Gravity"
    • The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug
    • Iron Man 3
    • The Lone Ranger
    • Star Trek Into Darkness

    • Feral
    • Get a Horse!— well, DUH! why wouldn't i choose "Get A Horse" as the winner?
    • Mr. Hublot
    • Possessions
    • Room on the Broom 

    any categories not shown here were eliminated by me only because i don't have a clue.

    POETRY - ROMANTIC: The Strangle and The Struggle

    Not previously published is this Romantic and somewhat provocative or erotic poem by Mimi Wolske that reads like a private diary entry or like a letter to the person in this poem...

    © Mimi Wolske, November 2010
    All Rights Reserved

    Dare I write to you of
    My longing to see you
    To show you how much I
    Need to see you again
    To kiss your smiling face
    And feel you in my arms

    Is it too soon to say
    My body is going crazy
    wanting you since I left
    You there hours ago
    So I could catch my plane
    Was it sadness in your eyes

    I don't know how I will
    Be able to tolerate
    Waiting the months to be
    Together wondering
    If your body wants mine
    The way mine so wants yours

    The kisses—the wetness
    All melting together
    The embraces so tight
    That it hurts but soothed by
    Knowing desires of the
    Strangle and the struggle

    The mad passion, rumpled
    sheets, dueling from sunup
    To sundown to sunup
    Days on end now tearful
    longings for you you you

    Dammit! Won't the phone ring