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TNstepsout
| Pan Female, 44, Dallas, Texas
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Dallas Texas 5' 2"
175 lbs
44
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Caucasian
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OK folks, the now seeking light is back on. It's been a while but I had a much needed break. I don't know about the rest of you, but personal growth can take a lot out of me and sometimes I just have to sit back and go "whew!".
Well I'm now ready for the next step. Stronger, more confident and a bit more aware of some pesky bad habits I have.
I am seeking a new or experienced sub to learn, practice and grow with. At this point I am open to many levels/types of D/s relationship, from casual play to long term power exchange. However, please be willing to follow through with whatever it is you tell me you want. I think I need to add here that when I say "casual" I do not mean "booty call". I still require that we take the proper time to get to know and feel comfortable with one another.
I'm going to add even more disclaimers here. It seems I'm meeting a lot of people who want to race through this stage to the finish line. I get the impression that he is sitting in the backseat constantly yelling out "are we there yet?" You cannot race to the finish line when it comes to getting to know someone. The more you have your mind on the finish line and not on the moment you are in, the less present you are, and the longer it takes. If you just want to "get there", I'm not your girl. The process is important to me and I won't rush it. Believe me, if I know you well, the finish line will be a whole lot more fun and satisfying.
Now on to the fun stuff--I am somewhat sadistic so you need to enjoy pain or at least be able to tolerate it. My general interests include; power exchange, some humiliation, watersports and foot/shoe worship.
About me? Well, what can I say about me that you can't figure out better by reading my journal entries. It's all there, but if you want the shorthand version...I don't take life very seriously, I love to have fun, I'm intelligent, insightful, creative, spontaneous, and intense. I'm an artist and I love ALL forms of art and creative expression.
Now for what I am NOT seeking:
I live with my two grown children so I can't have any naked housekeepers or sissy maids running around.
Please be local. I am not looking to import a sub. If you are not in the DFW area I won't respond. Please be close to my age-preferably no younger than 35 and no older than 50.
I am not interested in being part of your travel itinerary, nor will I be "discreet" so your wife doesn't find out. I will also not respond to anyone who does not have a profile or whose profile has not been filtered through a spell/grammar check.
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9/17/2009 4:33:36 PM: Thank you to all of you who sent messages offering condolences. It's much appreciated. I'm still very saddened by his passing but I can't help but remember how fun and funny and full of life he was. At 87 he had more zest for life than most people half his age and he was so inspiring I feel honored to have known him.
9/9/2009 6:18:05 PM: I lost a very special friend today. He was 87 years old and passed quickly and without a lot of fuss, just as he would have wanted it. I knew his time was coming soon and especially in the last year I have treasured every moment I was able to spend with him. He was a singularly unique and special individual and the world is a sorrier place for losing him. I know he will live on in all of the lives he touched. I know he will live in mine. Good bye friend. I will miss you.
7/15/2009 4:44:10 PM:
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The Best Laid Plans
Often go awry.
I was sitting on the sofa, relaxing after a long day at work and I began to
hear a horrible wailing sound. Mwroweeeerrrrrrrrr, Mwroweeeerrrrrrrrr,
Mwroweeeerrrrrrrrr. OMG! What is going
on?? It sounded like one of my cats was being killed.
I jumped up and started searching the house for the source
of this terrible noise. I soon found my
little girl cat, Pepper, under the buffet. Her whole body was heaving in gut wrenching spasms and a horrible,
alarming, wail like a broken siren was emanating from her tiny body. It was pathetic. But what was even worse is she was about to unload her dinner all
over my new carpet! Ewwww!!
The good news was, she was a few feet away from the bathroom
and a nice linoleum floor. I figured
I’d pick her up and move her a few feet before she hurled because I thought
it’d be a lot easier to pick up hot steamy vomit from linoleum than shaggy
Berber carpet. I reached out and
grabbed her around her bulging middle but ummmmm… it didn’t go too well.
Apparently Pepper was pretty traumatized and when I grabbed
her, her distress became a total blinding, freak out panic. She flipped
out!! She flew from my arms in an
acrobatic spinning leap and simultaneously hurled the contents of her stomach. Bleeeehhhhhhhh!!!!!!! An arc of kitty vomit
flew before my eyes. She hit the ground running and hid in the kitchen leaving
me there to deal with the aftermath of my ill-thought plan.
I stood there blinking. Wondering how the hell things went
so wrong. One minute I’m relaxing in my shiny new apartment after a long day,
and the next minute I’m standing in my hallway with kitty vomit on the carpet,
kitty vomit on the tile, kitty vomit on the buffet, kitty vomit on the
bookshelf, kitty vomit on the door frame, kitty vomit on me and a bleeding
hand.
Kitty-1 Owner-0
7/4/2009 3:44:17 PM:
Sticking it to the Man!I called my Mom last weekend and when she got to the phone she was huffing and puffing and all out of breath and was she pissed!! "What's going on?" I asked her."Oh, your $%&@ father! He had me up on the roof helping him with another stupid antenna he said he has to have for this HGTV thing, and then I finally told him I was about to pass out-it was HOT up there and I have vertigo! So he tells me I can go ahead and get down and when I was trying to get on the ladder I banged the shit out of my knee""Oh- well are you alright""Yeah, I'm alright, but %^#& I don't know why your #$%^& father needs another #$%^& antenna!"Hmmmm I wondered too. What could HGTV have to do with another antenna. His antenna is for HAM radio. Hmmmm...... Well I was in luck. A few minutes into the call and he'd come down from the roof too. Mom asked me if I wanted to talk to him. I think she was still so mad she worried if he talked to her she might kill him. "Hi Daddy-so what's going on with the antenna?""Oh well I got another antenna and I was working on putting the antenna up on the tower and and I had your mother on the roof helping me, but there wasn't really much she could do so I had her get down.""So what do you need another antenna for?"OK- get ready, this is a good one. "Oh, well I have this 19 inch set in the bedroom and I got a digital adapter for it, but I need an antenna so I can get a signal on it. "Huh?"Daddy why didn't you just get another box for the dish?""Well they charge so damn much for a box, I didn't want to pay it!""It's only about $5 per month. How much did the antenna cost?""I paid $49 for it." He said proudly. He musta got a deal on it. "Well that's not bad, but you know the extra box really isn't that much and you'd get all the channels.""Oh I know. Well it was partly the challenge."Hmmmmm-OK now it ALL fit into place. Paying $49 and spending 3 days (yes that's how long he'd spent on the project even though I didn't mention it earlier) and dragging my 71 year old mother onto the roof just to stick it to those $%&* politicians that forced that #$&% digital signal down our throats. "Oh, I see. So it's your way of sticking it to the man?"He chuckled, a little embarassed. "Well uh huh, I guess so""Well OK then. Carry on"
3/14/2009 6:54:04 AM:
Why ya Gotta be such a $%&* About it! I was driving home from work last week and there was an accident up ahead on the freeway. The two left lanes were moving, but I was entering on the right and it was slow going as the middle right lane merged with the right lane and those of us from the on-ramp. It was slow going, but not too bad and I figured it would only slow me down by 5min at most. So I sat there in the stop and go traffic as we inched by the accident site. When I got to the area of the accident and was just about to pass the bottleneck into free moving traffic, a police car attempted to merge into my lane. At that time there was no ambulance, fire truck, tow truck, no wrecked cars, no injured victims, just a couple of police cars and some orange cones. I figured the cop was leaving so I stopped to let him in. (BIG mistake)Instead of merging into the lane, he stopped his car across the lane and got out. I sat there for a second pretty puzzled not really sure what to do. I have a whole lane of traffic backed up behind me and there I was, just sitting, a few feet from miles of empty highway. I figured I'd go around the cop car onto the shoulder, guessing he was routing traffic that way for some reason. So I turned the wheel and started to inch past his car. Out of the blue, the cop turns around and screams at me "STOP! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? WHY DO YOU THINK I PULLED IN THAT WAY???!!!!"Well of course I didn't have a clue why he pulled in that way, but I didn't tell him that. I boiled and seethed. What the hell? Am I a mind reader or something? What an ASS! Here I was trying to do him a favor and look what it got me. If I'd just kept going, he'd have screamed at the next guy instead of me and I'd be almost home by now. So I sat there, wondering what the hell I was supposed to do. If I couldn't go around him on the shoulder how was I supposed to get by? How long was I supposed to sit there? Finally I rolled down the window and asked another cop what I was supposed to do. His illuminating response was "just wait". So I waited. A few minutes later as they were picking up cones and one of the other cop cars had left and no one had yet deemed me (and the 50 cars behind me) worth their bother, I rolled down the window and asked "Can I go yet?". He scowled at me "yeah go". Gheez! I wonder if I hadn't asked if I'd still be sitting there? I used to like cops.
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