And what do we already know about these fun-filled, super sexy, warm-hearted fish? Here’s a list of fun Pisces facts I’d like to share with you before Roxanne commandeers (Crack! She has the whip out today) this post and leaves you with her romping threesome experience with her Pisces from my book, Sex through the Zodiac.
Pisces is the 12th and last sign in the zodiac. Pisces is ruled by two planets: Neptune and Jupiter, which is represented by the sign’s symbol of two fish swimming in opposite directions. The element of Pisces is water and many Pisces are said to be psychotic (oops…) psychic. Pisces are caring and will take on the responsibility of looking after loved ones. Pisces rules over the feet and the best colors that correspond with Pisces are soft, sea-foam greens and pale hues of blue.
Okay, damn Roxanne, you’re so pushy today with that whip…geez, Spring must be in the air or something…
“I took some time off before searching for my next zodiac conquest. I guess I should rephrase that and say that after seeing Jack, I pulled the covers up over my head and decided to get lost at work before finally peeking out again for a breath of fresh air.
I needed a shoulder to cry on. I needed the comfort of a good friend, so I called my friend Gabrielle, or Gabby. Gabby is a Pisces. It’s been said, if you’ve been spiritually, emotionally or physically maimed by another zodiac sign, Pisces, the twelfth sign, can help cure you from whatever any other sign has ailed you.
After we agreed on a date and time, we clinched the deal to meet at one of our favorite restaurants for light appetizers and drinks. Sometimes it takes an act of Congress for Gabby and me to get together, because we have such conflicting schedules. Each of our lives our very different from the other and we have to work at making our paths cross. She lives in the suburbs with her husband and two children, and I live in the city; with Pluto, my black cat. When we finally do get together, regardless of the time between each visit, it’s as if we just pick up right from where we left off.
“Hey, baby, is this seat taken?” Gabrielle’s cute perky voice asked me as she placed her hand on top of the barstool next to mine.
“Gabby! Hi!” I said, and helped pull the barstool out for her.
Gabby looked great, like always. She had a cropped black sweater on under a white, tee-shirt. The swell of her breasts peeked out from the scoop of her tee-shirt’s neckline. She wore a wide black belt around her blue jeans, and it sat low on her small hips; accentuating her high, firm bubble-butt.
She ordered a pomegranate martini and as her lips parted around the rim of the glass; sipping her first tiny taste of the potent, crystallized red drink, I found myself licking my lips as I watched her. I thought about how erotic it would feel if just the tips of our tongues touched the liquid inside the glass at the same time; savoring the sweet and tangy from the other’s tongue.
Her natural wavy brown hair has amber hues running through it, and it sits just pass her small shoulders. Her round, compassionate, milk chocolate eyes peek behind long wispy bangs, which she brushes away from her high cheek bones, button nose and glossy, pursed lips. Gabby is gorgeous, but she doesn’t think so; making her seem all the more beautiful to me.
“How are you?” We both asked at the exact same time, after taking more sips of our cocktails.
“You go first.” I said giggling.
“Everything is good. The boys are good, Ron is good. Life is good, Roxy. I want to know all about your sexual adventures with the zodiac signs. How was my sign, the Pisces?” The black pupils in her eyes widened in excitement; making her milk-chocolate brown eyes look like dark, bitter sweet. I smiled at her, taking another sip before answering.
“You’re funny, Gabby. I haven’t been with a Pisces yet. It’s going well though. I think I’m ahead of schedule. Let’s see, Aries, check. Cancer, check. Capricorn, check. Gemini, check, check. Leo, check. Virgo, check. It’s late April and I’m nearly half way through.” I said, smiling.
“Oh. You mean you’re not sleeping with each zodiac sign within the month they were born? You didn’t have sex with the Capricorn in January, or the Aries in April?” She questioned.
“No. I’m just riding the celestial pony in the direction its going. I put my goal out into the universe and I’m letting her send me the zodiac signs as she sees fit. It seems to be working.” I smiled again. It felt good to be spending time with Gabby.
“Roxy, I have to say, I’m a tad envious of you. Don’t get me wrong, though. I love my life. I love Ron, but God, trying every pair of zodiac shoes on, well…it makes we want to tag along with you.” She said confessing quietly, but with a naughty smile.
“Why I am not surprised?” I smiled over at her, winking. “If you’re not careful, I may ask you to be my Pisces lover, Gabby.” I said teasingly.
“Really?” She asked. Her eyes were luminous and big.
“Gabby, I’m kidding. Can you imagine? Ron would fucking kill you and then he’d kill me if we slept together.” I said shaking my head in paralyzed fear. Gabby’s husband Ron was a Virgo.
“Not if I let him watch.” She said, beguiling, while she raised her glass to her lips and took another sip.
“Oh. My. God. You’re serious, aren’t you?” I turned my head and stared at her.
“Ron will think he’d died and gone to heaven if he could just sit there and watch while we, well, you know…fucked.” She said, lowering her voice again.
“Are you sure?” I asked, while searching her face for a sign of uncertainty.
I’d known Gabby long enough to identify her body language. She tilted her head down and looked up at me with just her eyes.
She was serious….”
I’m sorry, but Roxanne is so damned sassy today. She won’t give it up (shocking, yes, I know)…the rest of the story that is. Um, but as a suggestion, you could always buy the book and read the happy fish ending. J
Happy Birthday Pisces