Geologists use the term “pillow basalts” for a specific feature formed in the ocean. Looking at this lovely example of one, I’m hoping you can figure out the origin of the term (sometimes we’re not all that creative).

Pillow basalts form when lava erupts underwater. The water cools the surface of the lava flow rapidly, forming a crust, but the hot lava inside tries to keep flowing forward and downslope. It cracks the crust and surges forward, only to run into more water and cool. Lava flowing under-water thus forms these elongate, somewhat rounded bulbs on the ocean floor that we call pillow basalts.

Pillows have formed probably for more than 4 billion years – basically as long as there has been standing water. They can be recognized in the geologic record by their shape and their texture – they will have fine-grained edges, cooled rapidly by the water, surrounding more coarse-grained interiors that stayed hot slightly longer. Oh, and sometimes recent pillow basalts, like these in the Galapagos, might have the occasional white mussel shell nearby.


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Sunday, March 1, 2015

It is never your fault until you realize it’s completely you who has been making the choices, journal.  Excuses are just that…

I could feel the heat emanating from her body like I was made of ice and she was a lava flow simmering just beyond my touch.  I so wanted to melt into her.  I grabbed her hips and rubbed myself against her feeling her jump at the electricity of the moment.  “Spank me,” she cooed, “please…”

I was shocked.  I know, now, that this seems rather prudish, but remember, at the time, I was younger and focused almost entirely on my schoolwork.  This was not the kind of usual occurrence that would have happened in my life.  I mean, of course there had been interactions with other girls, but they were the usual fumblings of young love or drunken college trysts that didn’t amount to anything more involved than a rushed attempted at getting off.

This was uncharted territory for me.  However, given the situation, given the angle of her body and the obvious desire we were both in the throes of I was more than game to give it a go.  The first slap was rather tentative, as they tend to be when one doesn’t know what is appropriate, and she let me know right away she was definitely not going to be satisfied with it.  “I said SPANK ME!” she almost shouted.

For some reason, journal, this incensed me a bit. Maybe it was the old feeling of inadequacy rearing its ugly head but I was far less forgiving with my next attempt.

SMACK!  The sound of it filled the small space of the cabana.  I could feel the sting in my palm radiating out to the tips of my fingers making them tingle.  I had to imagine she was feeling an equal amount of heat and tingling on her deliciously round ass.  Whatever the case, she let out a low, feral moan that definitely urged me to continue.

I  obliged, raising my hand up to smack her yet again as she pushed her ass back int—