Micro men or macro women, however you see it… Aren’t they kind of cute when they’re small and have to squeak really loud to be heard?

There is a local woman making claims that Keanu Reeves is the Father of her four children. The children are mostly grown up now and she wants Keanu to pay her for their child support and her own common law (or some such idea) support retroactive to when they first got together. Keanu is not talking about it but his representative has commented to the newspaper, the local one. I doubt her story...

I've had my own long, passionate, drawn out, affair with Keanu for years. I'm sure he would have mentioned her at some time. Our six kids, most of them gone away to universities around the world now, like to talk to "Daddy" on the phone every weekend. Now that the kids are away Keanu just about lives here when he isn't making movies. The sex is mad. He's just a lusty dragon of a man in bed and a romantic soul out of it. Keanu is one hot, mad, squirmy male submissive too. Moaning, pleading and twitching, he looks really great tied to my bed, in the doorway and over the chair. (Not all at the same time). In the showers... well, can't give away too much. A grrl has to keep a few secrets.

Write about your own passionate, secret lust filled affair with a celebrity. Just for fun. No Keanu's were slept with before or during the making of this blog post.

I think it's odd how much comment spam I get about drugs for sexual dysfunction. Yes, I'm divorced and not dating but that doesn't mean I'm like a cat in heat or a dried up spinster. I'm just fine, thanks for asking.

Actually, sometimes I'm kind of evil. I like daydreaming about men as sexual submissives, the situations they get into which bring them low. Today I was thinking of a group of women who bet each other their boyfriends will cheat, if given the opportunity. One woman stands up for her man. Of course, she loses that bet. Not because I think so little of men but because it makes a much more interesting story if the boyfriend isn't an angel.

He gets picked up and taken back to "her place". Once there the woman ties him to the bed frame and then, when he is stuck, she lets him know about the wicked plot. Also, just for fun... your girlfriend is coming over and is she ever peeved with you!

Can you see it in your mind? The scene, the set up and the consequences the boyfriend may suffer? Could you write it? Or would that be just too sinfully delicious?

You're having a dream. It's a great sensuous, romantic, erotic dream with a man (or woman) who you only see as body parts, the face never comes quite into focus. In the back of your mind you hear your alarm clock going off, beeping at you to wake up. But your dream lover is kissing your lips and sucking your toes at the same time and (even though it would usually be anatomically impossible) it's very arousing and you are distracted from the real world. Eventually the beeping just disappears from your reality. The sensual dance in bed goes on and on. You have endless build up to orgasms and sometimes an orgasm or sometimes just a tease towards a better orgasm later.

Eventually it has to end as all things must have a beginning and then an end. You go to work, very late, but very relaxed and glowing. There's a meeting scheduled and all staff must attend. More boring blah blah blah about some work related issues or another. A man in a nice suit walks by you on his way up to the front, he must be the speaker. Something about him... he has a lovely, familiar smell. As he speaks you notice his hands. Great hands, great hands that have touched you before... yet you've never seen his face.

Then he looks right at you... and winks. Not just any wink. A real scandalous, teasing, tomcat wink. How can it be your dream man is right there, real? Of course, that leads to the bigger question... do you stand there like a deer caught in the headlights or do you run like mad?!!

For one day, no matter who he is (dead or alive, married or singly or gay) you get to be romantically involved with the actor or other really scrumptious celebrity of your choice. Who do you choose and how does the day go? Is there anything happening in the evening or will you be sick of him by then?

I'd pick Keanu Reeves and, no, I'm not sharing.