Okay, guys, you're getting loose with the spoilers -- some of us haven't seen it yet.

Cuts, please, thanks.

:-)

Oh, goodness.

Went to the beach today and spent almost an hour finding parking, went in the ocean, sat on the sand and left.

Felt a little migrainey on the way home so stopped by the supermarket to get something that might help. And sorry, Cdsdame, but I couldn't help myself. I bought some Head On.

Guys, I wish I could describe the feeling in the left-hand upper quadrant of my face.

Imagine taking a bucket and adding gasoline, menthol and ice chunks, stirring it all together, and taking a rollie brush and putting it on your face. I feel like my face is being ice-attacked. Honestly. Someone I know (cough cough husband cough cough) once took two hits of green mescaline and decided to go out for ice cream and remembers his vanilla cone tasting "like a giant metal statue of Madonna". OMG, guys, I totally get that now. I'm floatin'. This s*** is weird! The upper left-hand side of my face IS a giant metal statue of Madonna!

I can't figure out if it feels good or not. I think it feels good. I know this post probably makes zero sense right now, but some day in your lives you will fall to the temptress that is Head On and you will totally understand exactly what I'm talking about. Honestly. I'm really surprised this isn't illegal and/or an illicit street drug. It certainly potent, that's fo sho.

This is the opening...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=doSU1MJ1m-8

NSFW!

I GOT MY WIIIIIIIIII....



SQUEEEEEWIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Chuffed. Chuffed. Chuffed.

:]

Okay, so today is my birthday (sorry Ashlibrooke, I think I told you it was earlier this month, but it is indeed today). I'm officially an old b****, riding a bullet train to cougar territory.

So for a long time, I've wanted a Wii. Of course, no one has this mysterious Wii except people on ebay who are willing to give them up for the price of a car - LOL.

So ladies tell me, is this fate or what?

Yesterday I was at Circuit City with the husband. I mentioned the Wii, and the husband suggest I ask when they come in. A store clerk told me in a secretive voice that CC only gets Wiis in every five weeks. Every five weeks. And the next shipment is coming in...

TODAY -- ON MY BIRTHDAY.

Fate, no? (channels the adorable Faraday for the mathematical probabilities of that happening).

Should I put some bandages on my fingers with the words F A T E on them?

LOL - so here I am. It is 7:30 a.m. No one else is here. The line will get big soon, I just know it. It's cold and I brought three necessary things to keep me busy:

My laptop (obviously)

A book -- "The Hardcore Diaries" by Mick Foley

My new PSP -- Yes, I am a nerd (but it's okay because I own it).

Was going to get the husband to wait in line for the Wii, but he has a script to finish and is under the gun. So I've dragged my Godforsaken old @ss out of bed and I'm here at the Point Loma CC. Let me tell you, only two things would get me out of bed at O-dark-thirty on a Saturday:

ME (did you even doubt that, LOL)

The possibility that I might score a WII game console.

I am so nerdy I could cry right now.

Months ago when I moved to SD, I  heard rumors that if you stood on Grape Street, the planes roaring in to land would practically fall on your head. Of course, being more than a casual aviation enthusiast (I love me some mechanical birds, let me tell you), I had to verify this with my own eyes. I parked my car, shut off the engine, and prayed I wouldn't get picked up for suspicion of being a terrorist. No more than 20 seconds later, I heard that familiar roar and I raised my camera phone to the sky. Here's what I got...

Work avoidance continues unabated....

My faves...

Please add to the list...

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bL-iWz2VhTw

B**** I stole your purse – quelle vulger, SOOOO not safe for work

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lKxcv4YHxzQ

Talking dogs & cats – after about two minutes, you can shut it off (unless you want to see some weird parrot talk)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=knBNX_evIOo

Weirdest campaign song ever (in fact, is it really a song? You decide)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EoJIHLjSf_Q

Sexyback -- Looootttts of Ben (some of you may have seen this before – 1:05 is Hi-larious)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=we9_CdNPuJg

Just plain weirdness – Fainting Goats

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UayQTu2kH-U

Dave Chapelle – NSFW – obviously – PURPLE DRANK!!!!

http://youtube.com/watch?v=H2agTQw_x54

Take this cat from hell – please

http://youtube.com/watch?v=F86s4Vq59Ks

David O. Russell flips out – So NSFW – Never buy a ticket to this guy's movies again.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CBb2p8GHlnE

An insta-classic – Huell Hauser reporting on Mexico, distracts border guard and a guy sneaks across the border. ROFL – you will love this...

So this weekend we drove up to the husband's sister's house in L.A. She was having a birthday party. We drove all the way up into the hills via these winding, narrow roads (after getting lost in some less-than-savory neighborhoods -- like, Cholos galore) and we walk up to her house. The husband says "Wow, it seems really quiet for a party. No cars around or anything."

So we knock and she opens the door in her PJs, looking like, WTF?

And then she tells us. The party is SATURDAY not FRIDAY.

After getting over the embarrassment (totally MY FAULT), she tells us to stay over. The husband racks out on the couch and me on an easy chair. I don't think I even fell asleep until 4 a.m.

The only thing that could've made it even more embarrassing was if I had actually changed into my party wear before we showed up at the husband's sister's house. I planned to change in the bathroom at Union Station (where I picked up the husband), but the less than sanitary environment prevented this. Now I think I'll buy that bathroom a fruit basket. Dirty Union Station bathroom, I salute thee.

Later on Saturday, the husband says he wants to see a movie at the Arclight. I'm down with that because the Arclight  is worth at least one celebrity sighting, without fail. So we buy our tickets and I head to the ladies. As I'm walking out I see three guys hanging out right next to the men's room. They all seem to have that distinct LA actor look (Beckham-ish hair, blond, fit)

So I look a little closer and one of them is....

BRADLEY COOPER

I sweep on by and try to get a good look at him. And I do indeed land a discreet yet more-than-decent look at his face and bod. I'm going to dump out what I gathered from the few seconds I saw him. (and heard him speak)

*Disclaimer:  If you are Bradley Cooper fan, please note that I am not a police profiler or personality expert so you can easily toss out whatever I gathered below from the very short span of time that I saw him. Except for #2. I'm nearly 100% certain about that one -- LOL.

 A few observations:

1. He is taller than average, but seemed to look like every third guy in the building. Nothing special, looks-wise. These actor types all seem to look the same, though. This observation is probably a direct result of me living for too long in California (with many years in L.A.), but I digress.

2. His eyes had that distinct "I just smoked a fat blunt in the parking garage" look. And as a former charter member of the green brigade -- someone who has smoked plenty of fat blunts in parking garages -- I can tell you this: it takes one to know one.

PS: I saw Hugh Laurie last week at Union Station (some random private party).

PSS: Best place to celebrity watch: outside table at the Arclight's restaurant. Face the guys playing the bongos and you should be fine -- LOL.

I have no idea if this has been posted before, but I found this here and had to share....I think this fine woman sums up our collective....ummmm...."affection" ....for Benjamin Linus...

http://www.greylodge.org/podcast/audio_theatre/Murder_Mysteries_-_Part1.mp3

http://www.greylodge.org/podcast/audio_theatre/Murder_Mysteries_-_Part2.mp3

So if you're flying the ME banner like I am, listen to these clips and enjoy thyself. As far as I can tell, the first clip has a lot more ME than the second.

Title: Keep your enemies closer: part 5
Rating: PG-13 -- R-ish? (use of bad language, sex references)
Words: 778
Summary: Ben and Grace have a frank back-and-forth about Juliet. Grace busts him. Mayhem ensues (just kidding, no smut here, just dialogue),
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. Don't sue.

Alright, ladies.....here's the smut!!!!!

Name: Keep your enemies closer, part 4
Characters: Benjamin Linus/OFC
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1,872
Summary: Ben and Grace finally get busy. YAY! It's pretty dark, but you have been warned.

Fan Fiction "Breaking Kate: Chapter 2"
Author: shalimar77777</a>
Title: "Breaking Kate"
Fandom: LOST
Characters: Ben/Kate
Word Count: 662
Rating: R -- for smut, smut, smut and bad language -- it gets even dirtier beyond here. Lots of angst. LOTS of angst.
Summary: This takes place right after the finale of season 2. Imagine if Ben, instead of putting Kate in a sundress and making her break rocks, becomes obsessed with her. What would he do to get her, what would he do once he had her? This is Kate's perspective as she waits in her cell, enduring visits from Ben every night. Dark stuff, I promise XD
Disclaimer: LOST is not mine, none of the characters are mine, I'm just borrowing them for a while to have a little fun.
Author's Notes: This is my first fan fic. Be honest. If you don't like it, say so. I wrote it one night, right after I saw the episode "The Other Woman."

Breaking Kate: Chapter 2

Except for Ben's short visits, Kate had no contact with human beings. Food was usually shoved through a slot in the door or brought in by Ben. Eye contact was never made except by him. Her cell was avoided for fear that she would latch onto someone, bringing the cruel wrath of Ben upon the unfortunate person who made accidental-yet-meaningful contact. If that person were lucky, it earned them a stay in Room 23. Not so lucky, they were killed. And no one wanted that.

As Kate laid in her cell or paced, day after day, she thought of Jack, even Sawyer sometimes, but she was generally lonely, distraught and fearful. She ran her hands through her long locks endlessly, hoping that she would be free again, but she was getting more and more alarmed at the feelings and thoughts that started permeating her mind.

Especially since they involved Ben.

To be honest, Ben made her sick. The thought of him touching her or even looking at her made her physically ill. Each evening when he entered, silently studying her with a cold, commanding look on his face. She shoved him away as hard as he could, both metaphorically and physically.

When he turned toward the door and slammed it behind him, time and again, she knew she that as sure as he would be back the next night, she was going to give in soon. She could feel herself weakening. She knew it, he knew it. Everyone had a breaking point, even her.

Lately she was horrified that she found herself gasping awake from a dead sleep, stunned and flushed. More often than not lately she was having intense, far-too-vivid sexual dreams of him, his hands and lips all over her, consuming her. These dreams always ended in the same way: with a hot, wet rush in her panties and a fresh dose of potent shame. It was his calm, almost clinical voice that plunged her over the edge. It was his weapon, that voice.

Most of the time she could block those thoughts when she was awake and she did, shoving them down, stomping them. It was certainly easier when he came into her cell and kept silent, even as she scratched at him like a savage or spit in his face. But one evening he came in and spoke to her, saying more than he had in days. And what he said hit her with a sickening thud.

“Stop fighting it, Kate,” he said plainly. “You are only delaying the inevitable.”

It was funny – he never had to tell her what the “inevitable” was -- but she suddenly found herself wondering, more and more often, what he would do to her body if he had half the chance.

Then one evening Ben never came, but she heard Tom speaking with a guard in muffled tones outside her cell door. Suddenly the door swung open and and Tom's big, bearish frame stood in the doorway. Two men in lab coats stood behind him, one with a black hood and one with a syringe.

“Let's go,” was all Tom said. And then after brief burst of struggle, she felt a sharp pain in her arm and she slipped into the darkness.

Breaking Kate: Chapter 3
Fan Fiction "Breaking Kate: Chapter 3"
Author: shalimar77777</a></a>
Title: "Breaking Kate"
Fandom: LOST
Characters: Ben/Kate
Word Count: 846
Rating: NC-17 -- for smut, smut, smut and bad language -- dark, dirty stuff, borderline rape, I suppose. Lots of angst. LOTS of angst. Read at your own risk.
Summary: This takes place right after the finale of season 2. Imagine if Ben, instead of putting Kate in a sundress and making her break rocks, becomes obsessed with her. What would he do to get her, what would he do once he had her? This takes place after Ben has Kate delivered to his house.
Disclaimer: LOST is not mine, none of the characters are mine, I'm just borrowing them for a while to have a little fun.
Author's Notes: This is my first fan fic. Be honest. If you don't like it, say so. I wrote it one night, right after I saw the episode "The Other Woman."

Breaking Kate: Chapter 3

Kate awoke very slowly, one piece at a time, trying to get her bearings. Nursing off the effects of the tranquilizer, she realized something wasn't right. In the low lamplight of the room she could tell that she was on a bed. A smooth, large, soft bed, not the scratchy cot of her cell. In her grogginess she also realized that her tank top and cargo pants had been replaced by something softer and more feminine, a dress. She felt clean, as if she had just had a bath.

The smell on the sheets was vaguely familiar, but she still couldn't place it in her thickheaded state. She waited patiently, gathering her strength until she felt almost 100% better. And then she saw him. Him. In the doorway. He only spoke two words, but they were all he really needed to say.

“Hello, Kate”.

She suddenly sat up, alarmed, her long hair cascading down her shoulders, but she looked into Benjamin Linus' eyes and knew he had almost defeated her. Now he wore a cruel smirk, a smirk of victory and knowledge of what was in store for her that night. Even she knew that if she left this bed, she would inevitably end up back in it again, as he would tease her and tempt her and break her with his hands and his mouth. It was only a matter of time, a foregone conclusion.

Running away would never work. But it was not like she wasn't going to try.

She shot up hoping that by sheer speed and force she could race out past him and out through the front door. But he was faster and so much stronger. And in a second he grabbed her wrist, flipped her around and had her up against the now-closed door, her arm pinned behind her back. They both gasped for breath as she feebly tried to fight him, painfully aware of how hard he was as he ground himself into her from behind. He was in a position of power and he knew it.

“Stop fighting it,” he growled into her ear. She swooned as he said that, but she was grateful that she was not facing him. She knew, from hearing the women whisper about it, that Ben's kisses were overwhelming and all-consuming. If he kissed her, the war would be over. She didn't stand a chance. She would crumble and he would devour her.

“You make me sick.” Kate said, spitting out the last word in disgust.

His hand shot down between the door and her taut body. He ripped her panties off in a quick, feral motion. She suddenly felt his hands reaching beneath her dress and down between her thighs. His fingers pressed there, gently and expertly, exploring her as her own body betrayed her.

“Oh really, Kate?” he teased into her ear. “Then why are you so wet?”

And she was -- more wet than she had ever been in her life -- a hot, throbbing fountain. She wondered what the hell was happening to her, as this strange, cruel man was turning her on totally against her will.

“Do you feel this, Kate?” he whispered into her ear, slowly grinding his stiffness against her backside. “Do you know how long I've been like this? You did this to me. You.”

Once again he spun her around. This time she was facing him, blushing, half from embarrassment, half from anticipation. His eyes lingered on her soft, full lips and then his hands reached up and cupped her face. His eyes were intense as he drank in every detail of her supple skin and bright green eyes. And then he was moving in, slowly, so slowly.

When their finally lips touched, she felt that spark, that unmistakable ignition of stunningly strong sexual attraction. It sent a cascade of butterflies into her stomach and her throat. It made her swoon and gasp and it turned her body into pure, impatient heat. She knew he felt it too because she heard his breath catch in his throat. Tenderly, his tongue made its way into her hot mouth. God, her heart was beating so fast.

“I saw you, Kate, I heard you,” he whispered into her hair as he broke the kiss, reminding her how exposed she was. He didn't even need to explain further. She knew exactly what he was talking about.

He kissed her again, more urgently this time, and she felt dizzy, as if her knees were going to buckle. He lifted her up, holding her thighs around his waist, placing her back onto the bed. Never once did he break the connection between their mouths. Once he was on top of her, he kissed her neck and moved toward her ear, his hand caressing the other side of her head as he spoke.

“Do you have any idea what I'm going to do to you?” he moaned into the skin near her collarbone, trailing kisses along the arch of her neck. She didn't answer. It was not that type of question.

Breaking Kate: Chapter 4
Fan Fiction "Breaking Kate: Chapter 4"
Author: shalimar77777</a></a></a>
Title: "Breaking Kate"
Fandom: LOST
Characters: Ben/Kate
Word Count: 1295
Rating: NC-17 -- for smut, smut, smut and bad language -- dark, dirty stuff. Ben gets complete control of Kate (or at least he thinks he does). Domination. Lots of angst. LOTS of angst. Read at your own risk.
Summary: This takes place right after the finale of season 2. Imagine if Ben, instead of putting Kate in a sundress and making her break rocks, becomes obsessed with her. What would he do to get her, what would he do once he had her? The seduction at Ben's house continues...and concludes.
Disclaimer: LOST is not mine, none of the characters are mine, I'm just borrowing them for a while to have a little fun.
Author's Notes: This is my first fan fic. Be honest. If you don't like it, say so. I wrote it one night, right after I saw the episode "The Other Woman."


Breaking Kate: Chapter 4

“I'm going to do all the things that the doctor wants to do to you," Ben whispered into her ear. "All the things that Ford wants to do to you. First I'm going to feast on you, long and hard. And when you've had enough, when you're ready to come harder and stronger than you ever have in your pathetic little life, I'm going to push myself into you and mold you to me and make you mine. Because, Kate, that's what you are. Mine and only mine. Do you understand?”

Kate gasped at his words, frightened, but she was hotter than she had ever been. And then she heard a strange voice, her own, weakly respond.

“Ben,” she moaned. “Please.”

“Please, what?” he demanded, staring into her half-lidded eyes. One hand circled her head while the other rubbed and caressed the soft folds between her legs. She gasped as she felt his fingers slide into her, probing her and prepping her for what was to come.

“Please, Ben,” she whispered desperately. “Don't. Stop.”

Ben carefully and confidently moved down her body, taking brief, electrifying detours at her erect nipples. He savored each one with his soft lips and skilled tongue, whipping her into a frenzy that had her grinding against his still-clothed thigh. Soon he was between her legs, one hand resting on her flat stomach, his mouth trailing kisses up her thighs until he hovered over her wetness, suddenly seeming to have a fit of conscience.

“Are you sure you want me to do this?” he mumbled into her bikini line, cupping her breast with his other hand. He knew the answer to this question, but he needed to buy time. He needed to calm down. He was too excited, too raw. He was so hard and so hungry for her that he was suddenly terrified that he could not last. He needed to pace himself, savor her.

“Yes, Ben,” Kate said softly. “Yes.”

So he feasted on her as he promised he would, pulling and pushing her to the brink over and over. God, his mouth was skilled. It was as if he read her mind and knew exactly what she wanted, varying pace and texture and intensity. When she was just on the edge, her back arched, so close to climaxing, he came up and kissed her mouth hungrily, pulling her back from the cliff she so desperately wanted to jump from.

“Please, Ben, please. Let me come, please. I'll die if you don't let me come.”

Ben chuckled lightly into her mouth but didn't move back to his place between her thighs. So she pushed him on his back, ripped his striped shirt open and unzipped his fly, clutching and massaging his now-naked shaft. His eyes narrowed and he gasped as she stroked his stiffness.

He had to regain control. He flipped her on her stomach, savagely pulled her up on all fours, and all it took was one hard push and he was almost all the way inside. He felt her hot juices surrounding him and he cried out loud, stunned at how tight she was.

When he reached the hot barrier inside her, he realized that he still was not completely inside her. There would be no more room until she made more. Through a haze of ecstasy and want, his hands gripped her perfect hips, unmercifully bruising them with his strong hands. He was losing control. He had to take over again.

“Kate,” he growled, pulling away with a cold layer of menace in his voice, commanding her. “You will come when I want you to come, and only when I want you to come. I own you. Do you understand?”

And that was enough to make her body surrender completely. He was now pushing deeper and deeper, unrelenting, like a machine, harder and faster, each stroke plowing her into an oblivion of senses. She felt that feeling rising in her, in the distance, knowing it wouldn't be much longer now. Once again, she was on the edge. She could feel that with every molten fiber in her being.

And then he finally pushed deeper than she had ever felt, and as she stood on that cliff again at the threshold of her climax, he pulled her up and grabbed her hair and whispered savagely into her ear that one word, that dirty, beautiful word that would deliver the elusive release she was aching for.

“Come.” he ordered.

At the moment everything swirled into one hot cloud as she cried out and moaned and screamed. She was a live wire as the earthquake-like ripples of her orgasm spread through every nerve, every cell, every atom. Oh God Ben. Ben. Ben, no Ben. Please. It was the most vulnerable she had been in her entire life. And suddenly she was painfully aware that he had done this to her, he had made her vulnerable like this. In one pitiful last attempt to push him away, to take control back over her own body, she spoke.

“Fuck you, Ben,” She cried out defiantly. “Fuck you for making me come like this.”

And then it was his turn. He could no longer hold it back. He did not even try. His hips moved rhythmically as it built and built and built. And he thrust into her, unaware of anything else but her fierce heat and the spasms of her long, powerful orgasm. The dam was finally ready to burst. His face took on a confused, almost boyish look, as if it was all so unexpected. His eyes suddenly widened and he cried out through clenched teeth.

“Kate. Oh, God Kate. Wait, I...wait....oh fuck.”

He resigned to it. He threw his head back and his entire body tensed and spasmed and he spilled his hot seed inside of her, crying out to her as he filled her. It was all making him dizzy and taking his breath, and he continued his primal thrusting and thrusting and thrusting until he had nothing left to give.

He eventually collapsed on top of her, sweaty and acutely aware and shocked that he had come at her coaxing, and not at his own. He had no plans to come inside her either – a dangerous, dangerous mistake – and he hated himself doing it. But It happened so fast. So fast. Lost in his racing thoughts, he realized that he had to gain control again. He was nothing without control.

He stood up, buttoning his shirt, that cold, arrogant mask once again on his face. She lolled in the bed, looking up at him, flushed and tentative. She studied his profile as he smoothed his shirt and zipped up his pants and wondered if these feelings she was having deep down inside were more than just the hormones-controlled swoon of attraction. It all made no sense.

He looked his watch and turned away from her.

“Time to go back to your cell now, Kate.”

Tom took her back this time, but he didn't sedate her. She was hooded, but no tranquilizer was necessary. He could see that she had not the strength to fight anyway. Ben watched her stumble across the yard, Tom guiding her, as the sun broke on the horizon.

And when she was finally out of site, finally out of view, he sat down, put his head in his hands despairingly and let the nagging thought, the elephant in the room, materialize. It was something he knew in his bones, something he could not say yet, but it played, oh yes it played, over and over in his mind.

He was falling for her. What the hell would he do now?