APRIL 18, 2010

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Daily Sagittarius Horoscope
April 18, 2010

A lot on your mind Sagittarius? Feeling a bit under
the weather? Your free spirit is, luckily enough, what
makes it easy for your mood to be swayed. Spend
the day doing some of your favorite things, social
or private to get you back to your usual self.

The next morning Emma was up bright and early at ten sharp. She pushed her chaotic black hair out of her face as she did every morning since she refused to tie it back while she slept. Everything that she had done the previous night was fresh on her mind, as if she could erase a moment, a feeling like that. The mere thought of the stranger's lips on her made Emma shiver in her warm sheets. She ducked her head underneath to try and hide from how ridiculously wanton she'd been the prior night but every time she closed her eyes her mind flashed with images of what she'd done and the positions he tried. Being with that stranger had been pure bliss and it upset her because it wasn't the first thing on her mind because it was the last thing she did before she fell onto her mattress drunkenly and thoroughly fucked. It was the first thing because she'd loved it and waking up to that same prize would have been the perfect anecdote for her quaking legs. A little hair of the dog that bit her... so to speak of course.

Emma walked to her spacious kitchen and crossed to her refrigerator. The house she lived in was fairly old but her grandmother owned it and the land it was on. Emma adored the old plantation house with four long columns and a big, spacious porch. She also loved just paying a property tax every year to live there. It was a huge home and it got very lonely but it only creaked when the wind blew hard and she had Gypsy. She stretched, scratching her scalp and pulling out her very favorite treat, milk. Emma smilingly grabbed the carton and a very large glass from the cabinet, pouring herself a very tall glass of whole milk. She stood in the kitchen and drunk the thick substance while she continued to think about him.

Those things were impossible since she'd acted so nastily and refused to give out any information about herself besides she liked rum and coke and the way his skin felt pressed against hers. Emma mentally kicked herself when she thought of how utterly beautiful he was and what a charming lay he had turned out to be. It was all so wonderful and yet she knew that she had too much on her plate at the moment to hold down any sort of permanent agreement with anyone about affairs of the carnal nature. That life was simply too much for what she had planned and she couldn't deviate for a lay or two.

But oh he had been nice. And so sexy. And suave. Mmm.

"Meow," she heard at her left. She glanced over and spotted the cat just before he jumped off the fridge. Emma grinned at the gorgeous feline she called Gypsy just because he was such a wonderer. Emma liked to believe that the gray and black tabby cat was just like the cat from 'That Darn Cat' because who knew what he got into when he wasn't at Emma's house. But he always came back clean and without a girlfriend and a litter of kittens so she assumed he was abiding all the kitty laws. She reached and stroked him softly behind the ears and was rewarded with his gentle purr in the back of his throat and a soft blink of his aqua green eyes. She found his bowl and fed him generously as she always did, and poured herself one more glass of white stuff before starting her day. She took the back stairs from the kitchen to get upstairs. Her room, the master as it happens, was at the far end of the hall behind a set of double doors. Once inside it was nothing particularly Suzie Home-Maker. She had the bare necessities and a few personal things that made it homey. There were hardwood floors throughout the whole house, a deep Sedona red color she adored. Emma had a huge, spacious white, plush rug on most of her bedroom floor though. She had a king size bed that sat sort of high off the ground and an armoire.

But because she had the balcony, Emma hung mosquito netting for the hot weather, as it was fast approaching. She and Gypsy enjoyed the breeze with fresh white linen and lots of milk.

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