My Ideal Person: Bascially, I am really inexperienced to this. If you are one of these people who have a problem with that or think that 'you're above starting slow' keep moving. I am looking for someone discreet, in my area and lives alone. I enjoy when people talk to me although I am not someone who talks alot. I enjoy music, reading and I enjoy driving. If you are honest and sincere please feel free to contact me.
For clarity, ideally I am looking for a dd/bg relationship with aspects of anr leading toward tpe.
I will say the thing I hate most is that if you contact me be reliable and consistent. There is nothing more annoying than to have someone contact then just disappear without saying anything.
Even if you like how I look and we don't hit it off or we are just looking for different things, it doesn't mean you can't carry on a conversation.
Don't expect me to call you sir or master as it is very dispassionate and used too freely and often that it has no real value.
When we become attached you will be come my "Beloved", my "Heart" or my "Everything"
If you're not there on judgement day.... I'll know you went the other way. I'll give the angels back their wings, their treasures, harps and other things...and just to show you what I'll do...I'll even go to hell for you
I won't lie to you and say I am perfect. I won't pretend to be something or someone I am not. If you are in my heart, your burden will become my baggage, your mountain will be come my hill, your journey will become my trip and your battle will become my war.
I want wrap myself around you until I don't know where I end and you begin.
So after yet another useless exchange, I am curious of how people would rather have a conversation filled with nonsense and false accolades rather than one that is truthful and honest. I am still amazed that the minute you don't send some picture on demand, you're suddenly deemed 'not submissive'. With all the pictures and the time I put into creating a profile, my intent should be obvious. I'm not sure but being submissive doesn't mean that you have to submit to any and every random person who puts sir in front of his or her name.
Humm....I guess it gives me something to think about.
It's so frustrating to have someone contact you and they spend the entire wanting you to tell them in detail what you're going to do to please them. Apparently, the art of conversation is lost to many.
One of my favorite quotes is..."A man's sexual choice is the result and the sum of his fundamental convictions.... He will always be attracted to the woman who reflects his deepest vision of himself, the woman whose surrender permits him to experience a sense of self-esteem. The man who is proudly certain of his own value, will want the highest type of woman he can find, the woman he admires, the strongest, the hardest to conquer--because only the possession of a heroine will give him the sense of an achievement." Ayn Rand.
A morning, afternoon spent in bed watching movies, snuggling, kissing, talking or just sleeping sounds perfect. The contrast in skin tones is especially erotic when mixed with the knowledge and expertise of an alpha male. If you have to ask what an alpha male is you probably don't possess those qualities. Alpha Male means you are intelligent and successful with a strong sense of purpose. You are capable of taking charge in any situation and nothing gets in your way. You have a sense of adventure mixed with a daring romantic heart.
A night of being a casual observer to various debauchery reminds me of what I should and should not be looking for. Yes, I seek something so rare it is probably impossible to find. I am looking for a dominant, successful man who wants to take a step from the vanilla world into a new world which we create. Specifically, I am looking for a relationship that encompasses aspects of the the dd/bg dynamic, ANR and TPE. Someone strong enough to accept the challenge I present and will revel in it. While I understand that you may have not had 'years' of experience, you have to at least understand that these mean and the requirements from us both to make it work.
During those times we are together, I will strive to become the center of your universe, as you make me the center of yours. As we are also friends we are able to shape and mold our lives to the image we think it should become. You see in me someone who can achieve a much higher, much greater status. You revel in the fact that while I can hold my own in the outside world, I still submit only to you. You hold the greatest respect for the gift I am ready to give to you and you take great pains to increase it's value.
The partner I am looking for will understand that he needs to empower just as much as he wants to possess. He recognizes discipline is also important when it comes to protection, both from those outside the relationship and those within. He is the one who makes the decisions about how we will relate to the world in general. He uses his power to enrich our lives.
If any of this made sense to you...talk to me
Talk means have something to say other than one liners asking for pictures. It also doesn't mean asking me meaningless questions about my sexual likes and dislikes. If you understood any of the dynamics I mentioned earlier you would understand that is something that we discover and develop together.
If you're expecting this long dissertation from me trying to convince you of who I am and where I learned about Ayn Rand, you will probably be disappointed. I generally give a brief immediate response so that you know that I received your email and you don't have to sit and wonder if I am a 'real person'. Hopefully, we can talk and watch the trains go by Huske.
Understand that I am in my 40's and so age could be a factor both if you are much younger and if you are much older than I am. We really won't know I guess until we talk and see if our interests are compatible. However, no one under 35.
Here are a few questions ...
What is your training style? How do you intend to adjust it to fit my personality? What is the role of the bg? What is the role of the DD? How do you tell if I've reached my limit (physically or mentally)?
What is aftercare? How do you intend to handle sub drop if it happens several days later? What are some munches and parties you have attended?
Disclaimer and other random musings.... If you have something rude to say or don't like my ad, my color or my lifestyle choice, just move on to the next ad. If you smoke, sell, eat or in some form or fashion use drugs...I am not the person for you. If you are about to say 'I go through or I have family in Fayetteville', just be honest and say you aren't in the area and probably will never be. Again, I am not the person for you. I don't want or need a picture or measurements of your 'private area' if that is all you have to offer then of course, I am not the person for you.
with best regards, me
To the people who have contacted me to see if I am ok after the flood that has impacted my city....thank you for showing your concern for a complete stranger. Things here are not good but in comparison to what others are going through...I won't complain.
It is interesting that the men in their twenties and thirties seem to have more manners than men in their fifties and sixties.
I can only imagine that the anonymity of the internet is what brings out their true colors.
It is probably a good idea that you read my profile and the things I write in my journal. I do state at the beginning that I am specifically looking for a dd/bg relationship that would include anr and eventually progress toward tpe. To say you are looking for a slave is obviously not going to work for me.
If you are going to ask me to describe how I want to serve, that is unrealistic as well. It should be a natural progression from that initial dd/bg relationship.
The most important thing it to have someone who I can trust and who understands the the type of connection that this relationship would be built on.
I am not interested in bisexual men or submissive men. There is no judgement, it just isn't what I need. If you are unemployed that is also unrealistic. I am a professional and at the very least you should be as well.
If you live in another country it is unrealistic to expect any kind of relationship.
This is beginning of a year aimed toward both career advancement and self improvement.
sometimes it overwhelms me
randomness.... it shouldn't be this difficult to find someone you can trust. Distance, race, age, status or the combinations shouldn't be the things that place boundaries. An emptiness for that which will sustain me....
...the search continues.
I found this as I was reading a profile....
Personality Traits of a profound submissive
The ways in which to spot a profound submissive who is not aware of what she is yet:
She is very sensitive to moods, body language, and tone of voice. She is very sensitive to criticism.
She has a child-like presence.
She is eager to please and eager to follow suggestions.
She is sexually aroused/fascinated by a dominant presence.
She longs to turn to an authority/advisor when she has personal questions.
She knows something’s been missing in all her previous relationships.
She finds herself becoming anxious coping with everyday life on her own.
She says she feels as if she’s putting on a mask or role as an adult, an employee, a boss, a parent.
She’s a nurturer, often being a caregiver of some kind.
She takes on guilt that doesn’t belong to her; she tries to fix everyone’s problems.
She feels that often people are able to take advantage of her giving nature.
She admits to having put up powerful emotional barriers because people can hurt her so easily.
She finds it generally hard to trust people, but paradoxically wants very badly to trust me. Conversely, she may be much too trusting in a child-like way and keeps getting hurt.
She has always felt oddly out of place and “different” from others. She may even feel there is something wrong with her.
From a young age she has found pleasure in serving others; being a good hostess, doing as she’s told, remembering everyone’s birthdays, being everyone’s shoulder to cry on and everyone’s helpmate.
She finds it difficult to resist authority
"We've Got Tonight" Bob Seger.....
I know it's late, I know you're weary I know your plans don't include me Still here we are, both of us lonely Longing for shelter from all that we see Why should we worry, no one will care girl Look at the stars so far away We've got tonight, who needs tomorrow? We've got tonight babe Why don' you stay?
Deep in my soul, I've been so lonely All of my hopes, fading away I've longed for love, like everyone else does I know I'll keep searching, even after today So there it is girl, I've said it all now And here we are babe, what do you say? We've got tonight, who needs tomorrow? We've got tonight babe Why don't you stay?
I know it's late, I know you're weary I know your plans don't include me Still here we are, both of us lonely Both of us lonely
We've got tonight, who needs tomorrow? Let's make it last, let's find a way Turn out the light, come take my hand now We've got tonight babe Why don't you stay? Why don't you stay?
It would be great to get to know someone who is accepting of my little side as well as help me to grow and develop.
I wake up to find myself in our bed covered with a light blanket and with my right ankle chained to the foot of our bed. I struggle to sit up and I hear you tell me to stop. "Little one, I told you I wanted you to rest and since you seem to not follow the rules you know what this means."
I should have been more careful and should have done more to rest when you said I should. Last night, you were furious when you walked in from work expecting me to be in our bed waiting for you and instead found me trying to assemble the baby's crib. Luckily, when I lost my balance and started to fall you were there to catch me. You are always at the right place at the right time to protect me. Being sent to bed was not as harsh a punishment as I expected but when you didn't come to join me I knew something was wrong. I dropped off to sleep waiting for you to come to me. Now it was time to face you.
"Princess, do you know what could have happened if I wasn't here to catch you?". "Do you know how you could have hurt my baby and yourself if you had fallen and were here alone?" "I told you to come home and go right to bed!". I was horrified at the thought of something happening and I knew I deserved to be punished.
I watched as you motioned for me to come to you. By now my swollen breasts are starting to leak from missing last nights nursing session. Your son is moving and even that doesn't change the punishment you plan for me. With one leg still chained to the bed you attach the cuffs to my wrists and left ankle. The spreader bars have been secured and you now have me standing in the center of the room attached to the eye hooks mounted in the ceiling. As you bring out the nipple clamps you attach them and connect them to the collar you have now fastened around my neck. The pain begins to shoot through me and the first tears start to fall. "No baby, you know you need to be punished. You could have cost me the things I love most, you and our baby!", you say in a quiet voice. Taking out your assortment of crops you begin to strike my swollen breasts as drops of milk continue to flow. The last four strikes leave me breathless and I see the marks start to form. Taking time to put soothing cream on them, you rub my belly and kiss the little form that just gave a solid kick. Releasing my arms you reattach them to the bed and bend me over as far as I can go. Your hand delivers the first of ten blows that cause my to cry out. "Don't ever put yourself or my son at risk", you say with each blow. Each one harder than the next, I cry but between sobs, say yes Daddy. At last, the burning on my bottom stops as you tell me that was number 20.
With you reach down to find that little nub of flesh between my lower lips and pinch it tightly. At the same time, you pull the nipple clamps flooding my breasts with pain. Turning me to face you, I collapse in your arms and tell you how sorry I am. Grabbing each swollen breast you squeeze and are immediately hit with warm sticky showers or milk. Closing your hungry mouth around the left breast you pull me in your lap and immediately shove your throbbing manhood into me.
It is still early and we are going to a hotel on the beach.
For the last two hours, I have been asleep while you drove. I sleep alot now. Your love making into the early hours, as well as carrying your baby, and work keeps me tired. Happy but tired all the time.
It is warm and you put the convertible top down on the BMW and let my seat back when I fell asleep at the last rest stop. The past few months you decided to make sure I am able to produce enough milk to keep the baby fed and to donate to the milk bank. In addition to how much attention you pay my breasts, you use a breast pump every two hours. I now am in full milk even before the baby arrives.
On the drive you saw how full they are and open my shirt. They are hard, swollen and heavy. You notice a small drop of milk is starting to leak from a dark nipple. Soon they will ache and need to be pumped. You make the decision to let me sleep in comfort and unbutton my shirt. You enjoy the sweet taste of my milk and have made it a regular part of your diet. You drain just enough from each one to ease some of the tension but not wake me.
You see that I am moaning slightly and my breathing has increased. You are careful not to wake me and want me to get as much rest as possible before we get to the hotel. Once I am at the hotel you know any rest for me tonight is out of the question. Each day you seem to want me more and in each way. You seem to maintain a constant erection and each day I leave for work you see the evidence of the nights events. My walk is not just affected by the large baby but also by the soreness between my legs. Passion marks are visible on my shoulders, breasts and thighs. You have similar marks on your chest.
Leaving my shirt open is risky and you know it will bother me if I know you took a chance that other people would see me as we drive down the highway. You enjoy looking at my full breasts and dark nipples. You keep reaching over to touch them as we resume the trip.
You smile as you see your baby move inside me and decide to unbutton my shirt completely. You enjoy that I have become so large wearing a bra is impractical. Sighing you decide we are going to make it to the hotel without another stop.
You pull over to the side of the road and slide my seat back so that i am reclined completely. You notice that my breasts still seem to be tight and hard again and begin to leak. The dark nipples have become larger and longer from being connected to a breast pump almost hourly and the long sessions of suckling, pulling and pinching that you've started.
You remember the first session when you told me you wanted to start my milk flow and would be keeping it as long as possible. The nipple cream you applied did little to ease the pain from the clamps you applied that first time. You remember how the tears looked and tasted as you explained to me that it would be better for the baby and for you if my nipples were larger and longer. "Baby, Daddy needs you to be strong. Be Daddy's good girl and breathe, it will only hurt for a little and it will get better" became a repeating recording you would make and have me play when I was to use the breast pump and clamps alone.
Be Daddy's good girl, be Daddy's good girl. You don't realize you have been saying it aloud until you notice my nipples stiffen even more and your baby responding to your voice has started to move again. Pushing my skirt down, you put your hand on my swollen belly and kiss it. Damn, you curse as you look at the time and realize you should finish the drive to the beach house. Leaving my shirt open and my skirt pushed under my belly, you continue our drive south. Leaving your hand to alternate between working my swollen breasts and rubbing my belly to calm your now very active son inside me.
Just the slightest squeeze of my full breasts in your hand as you divert your attention intermittently from the road, and milk spills over and down the curve of my breasts. You let it run and spill down my breast onto my belly. You scoop up droplets with your finger before rubbing it in to my skin. You watch as it continues to run and catch a drop. Bringing to my lips, you moisten them and rub my bottom lip with your thumb. On the straightaway sections of road, you lean in to taste directly... being careful not to wake me. Other cars catch brief glimpses in passing, but you've managed to keep me asleep this long and none the wiser. Perked nipples and a pregnant belly mainly catch the attention of a few tractor trailers among the highway, but thankfully none blew their horns. We make a striking contrast of colors, as you see your hand resting on my dark belly.
It's on a stretch of road in the middle of nowhere that my subtle moans and writhing urge you to pull off, tucked along a tractor path in a corn field. It would take a keen eye or an angry farmer to spot Us in this mostly secluded location. The engine is off and I'm fast asleep, but my dark, heaving chest calls your lips and tongue to take more of the taste. Leaning over to suckle and feast on my luscious breasts, my moans cause your hand to instinctively reach inside my skirt and feel my pussy skillfully after pulling damp panties aside.
Gently aroused and waking, I become aware of the circumstances, but not so much the surroundings. Yet yielding to your touch, I accept your lead and enjoy the consequences. You exit the car and approach my side, taking my hand to walk me around to the front of the car without explanation. Wait here baby, you say to my still sleepy form.
Taking out the blanket from the trunk of the car, you find a quiet spot in the grass under a tree. You carefully ease me down to the blanket. You tell me you know I am tired and sore but it's time again. You ease me back while forcing my legs apart. Taking you in my arms, I nurse you and feel your hand reach to touch my swollen pussy lips. Finding them always wet, makes you smile.
Taking a long pull stimulates my letdown and you feel your mouth fill with warm milk. With a sudden inspiration you quickly push me to my back and open my legs. Seeing your name tattooed inside my thigh you push my legs even wider. Intent on having me give birth to our baby at home with a midwife, you constantly have my legs open and stretching wide daily. Taking your hands you open my pussy and then move your mouth until you are now letting the milk drain into my open pussy.
Stretch baby, you tell me. I know you want me to open my legs as wide as i can and hold them open. Then turn over so I am on my hands and knees and spread again. My breasts and belly both hang as you put your fingers in my open pussy. As much as you enter me, it is still sensitive and tight.
You are so aroused you shove your swollen cock into me. As I cry out, you realize what you've done. " I'm sorry baby, Daddy just needs you, relax and take it", you whisper in my ear. I tense up and you tell me again to relax.
I tense up and you tell me again this time more firmly to relax. Our son starts to move and you put your hand on my belly and say "you relax too, I didn't mean to hurt Mommy but I need her". I am not sure why but he seems to stop moving and you enter me again.
"You're my very special girl little one. Open up wide for Daddy, open, I know you're still tender from last night and this morning but you're my big girl and you can take it'.
"You can take it baby and you need it." You grab my hips and start to push deeper and harder into me. I can't help but moan as you take me. I feel your hands move as, I realize you have now noticed my puckered little entrance to my ass.
"Ah, look at that, does Daddy need to fill that little hole for you?" You laugh and pump harder and faster until you once again fill me with your hot cum. "Ah look at that, those lips are dripping little one, squeeze that little pussy and keep daddy's cum inside you". "Remember, I taught you this is called a cream pie baby. You have a delicious looking cream pie baby. Tighten and keep it in for Daddy, that's my good girl ".
Suddenly you see the drops of milk now leaking out of my nipples and realize how full I am. "Look at daddy's little one, those beautiful brown breasts stay so full of milk, that swollen belly full with my son and now your tight little pussy full of cream. Can you take much more from Daddy little one? I think you can take alot more. Now relax one more time for Daddy."
You reach in your pocket and pull out a tiny little silver anal plug and using some of my own milk you wet it and slide it into my bottom. Seeing me tense, you tell me to relax and breathe. One more time you reach in your pocket and pull out what looks like a tiny egg and slip it into my cum filled pussy. Smacking me on my ass you say "hold it in baby it's time for us to go."
I start to try to get up. "Wait baby let me help you." You reach down and help me to stand. "My poor tired girl, you can go back to sleep when we get back to the car I promise". I reach down to start to remove your toys and you stop me.
"No baby, I need those to stay in." I start to put my skirt and shirt back on and you take them both. "No baby, no need to put on clothes now. You are beautiful just the way you are." You help me back to the car and carefully put a towel down on the seat put the tiny travel pillow back behind my head and cover me with a blanket. You kiss me as you buckle my seat belt and then realize, I haven't said anything the entire time. "Is something wrong baby? ". "No, Daddy", I say. You get in the car and start to ease back on the road.
Within minutes, i have fallen back to sleep and you start to ease the blanket down until it is just barely covering my legs.
Taking a tiny remote out of the glove box you flip a switch and the egg in my pussy and the plug in my bottom start to vibrate. In my sleep I start to moan and you decide to keep them on for the rest of the ride. Determined to make it to the beach house without stopping again you get us back on the road.
On the lowest setting, the vibrations keep me aroused but I am still asleep somehow. You can see it is hard for me to sit comfortably due to the plug in my bottom. I have turned slightly but you reach over and touch me. With just over another hour until we make it to the beach house, you decide to let me rest. You turn the plugs off with the remote and see me start to drift back to sleep. At the next light, you reach down and spread my legs.
Quickly you pull out the tiny egg. It is slick and covered with a mixture of our juices. With the egg removed and me asleep, nothing stops the flow of juice from seeping out of me and coating the towel in the seat. My hand reaches out and rests on my belly. You notice the bracelet locked on my wrist. I have worn it since we first began to talk. The key long since given to you, I don't remember a time when it wasn't there. Reaching out you cover my hand with yours and you feel your baby kick.
As i sleep, my dreams are filled with thoughts of you. You feel me relax as your baby continues to move. Im smiling in my sleep. You mind drifts to the memories of our life together. You start to smile to yourself and continue the drive. You don't notice that I have opened my eyes and have been looking at you. "Daddy", I say quietly. "Yes, baby", you look at me and say. I ask if we are almost there and you tell me almost. I sign and close my eyes again. "Open for me baby", you say and take the egg and put it back inside me. This time you raise the intensity of the dial and watch as I start to moan.
I reach out to cover myself with the blanket and you suddenly turn the dial off.
I was watching this commercial and had a thought....
if we all were a family we could make the lifestyle and the site safer
Today I was thinking that being a submissive and primarily a little doesn't make me less than who I am in my daily life it enhances who I am and who I will become. If I am working trying to become better both as a person and in my career should I expect any less from someone I am planning to submit to.
I noticed that the trend seems to be for males to say they are dominant in the attempt to just be able to have someone to look up to them and make them feel powerful, successful and important. How do I go to someone who isn't for advice on the correct things to do as I try to advance in my career or even as I try to become a better more appealing woman?
It seems the older they are the younger they seem to want the women to be or pretend to be. I've been contacted by many people for various reasons. I've gotten offers from the supposed wealthy or upper class to the unemployed living in his sister's basement and all those in between. Some seem to ultimately want a cook and a maid and available hole to those who want to turn me into a living replica of a barbie doll that smiles on cue.
So when I look down the road for what lies ahead it reminds me to ...'take the road less traveled by' and trust that it will make the difference.
Maybe this is an option ....I never thought about it but is it possible that it could be a reality?
Things that make you go 'hummmmmm.......'
I find it interesting that people who don't have face pictures, don't like to share any personal information, give vague answers to what they do, where they live are the ones who like to insist that you immediately take pictures and send them.
I also find it interesting that people immediately start making demands while offering nothing .....hummmm I wonder
I guess the easiest way to explain the type my feelings .....
You lift my heart up when the rest of me is down You, you enchant me even when you're not around If there are boundaries, I will try to knock them down I’m latching on, babe, now I know what I have found
I feel we're close enough Could lock in your love I feel we’re close enough Could I lock in your love
Now I’ve got you in my space I won’t let go of you Got you shackled in my embrace I’m latching on to you
I’m so enraptured, got me wrapped up in your touch Feel so enamored, hold me tight within your clutch How do you do it, you got me losing every breath What did you give me to make my heart beat out my chest
I feel we're close enough Could lock in your love I feel we’re close enough Could I lock in your love
Now I’ve got you in my space I won’t let go of you Got you shackled in my embrace I’m latching on to you
Now I’ve got you in my space I won’t let go of you Got you shackled in my embrace I’m latching on to you
I’m Latching on to you
I was thinking that today is Valentine's Day and every heart should have a resting place. It should have a place where it can allow itself to blossom and expand. There is a line in a movie that says 'love means never having to say you're sorry'. I thought about that line today and was thinking that it means that your partner has already forgiven you for any mistakes because of the love they have for you. It means unconditional acceptance and understanding in spite of our flaws. It knows no barrier and flourishes in a place of unconditional acceptance, patience and trust.
May you all have a happy and prosperous New Year filled with love!
five or six inches stiletto? black or red? strapped or pumps?
the long nails teasing your clitoris your pleasure is art under my control
i stand at your side you find a hardness to kiss while moaning in the most intimate passion
spiked soft collar leashed to pleasure made to play under control
by Nordend1
temptations like a sweet revelation the love, the desire, the dreams a chain reaction at the sound of silver steel....
enahnced by your grace your beauty is to admire restrained and gagged while the secret pleasure is running top
Nordend1
the secret of submission kept restrained and free into sensations fall into a nectar bath to resume all the passion needed....
spread teasing your labia the gasps of edging the stone shining in your secret pleasure...
a jewel stronger than the best collar trained to wear and walk pride spread, caressed and kissed to make your heart running
by Nordend1
i wrote the last poem just for you i am creative and i loved your pictures and the profile
pictures and profiles can tell a lot if someone is a good reader...
stiletto seduction i keep you by hand into a path of pleasure and domination
a steel jewel deeply into you a secret complicity while we walk the shopping mall
you my devine creature the true gift of love wrapped in lace and leather smiling by love
by Nordend1
On occasion I do receive something that makes me remain hopeful...
"the secret of love: perfect correspondence, anticipation and response. your heart beats at the dance of mine. We are the same hand entwined by the mirror symmetry. Between my arms: there you find the perfect place. With me close to you You feel the energy The power of life flowing free. In the kiss All the secret of human is given. The magic number missing The hidden meaning. Which is just made by you and me."
an angel of love
a demon of beauty
a goddess of seduction.
You spread charm and passion,
when you stand on stiletto
wrapped in leather and lace.
Fire glance in your eyes,
whisper of passionate desire,
to keep off my clothes.
you know how to call for love
and get my powerful answer:
it makes you weak and tingle,
it makes you happy and feminine.
Matching the mutual desire
Sharing Energy of love.
This is the revelation of love:
the man who can touch your heart
and with a soft tingle
seduce your pleasure.
Make you feel goddess
Make you be mine
indeed a lovely graceful lady.... a stiletto queen proud of her beauty a sweet docile lover a goddess of passion
the brave hand which governs your sensations push you to the highest stage make you walk by over six inches with desire
the kisses around the leather elegance of your collar a sensational nectar fall a sweet tenderness inside to slide down the line of pleasure
by Nordend1
When someone tells you who they are believe them. Don't portray yourself in a light most favorable to try and be something you clearly aren't. Instead shine it brightly into those dark corners filled with the dirt and dust of past mistakes.
A new gem to add.... - 'You're so fine I'd drink your piss just to see where it comes from'.
I am not sure if this was good or bad.
-"That's some serious shit you wrote."
My list of strange and unsolicited emails from strangers.......
-'If i pay you 500 dollars will you abuse me'. (How many ways can you tell a person no?)
-'I can come to you and pay 500 if you want to do this' (Is this let's just bother the black girl day?)
Completely off context rant.... What the hell is with all of these sick old men wanted women to have sex with animals? You can say you are the 'best' and 'experienced' but come on your moral compass is pointing way off of true north. Thank you, you have now completely ruined the term 'animal lover' for me.
Blog topic number two... Things that make you say 'Ewwwwww stay the hell away from me'
Next if you use the line, "I'm moving to Fayetteville in three weeks" do your homework because there is more than one city called Fayetteville. If you are going to lie at least get the state right in your google search. I may not be the most intelligent woman but I am pretty sure I can name the hospitals in my city.
I should blog about emails that make you say 'hummmm.....what the hell'..... (Names have been omitted to protect the '___________________' you fill in the blank.
This wonderful gem i received this morning....'hummm....what the hell?'
" I figured you to have a HERD of STUDS by now,,pick the most fertile one out & milk HIM dry,,then kick him back to the pasture & use a new one each day/night."
Things I learned today... 1) some men really expect you to exchange a few messages and then start sending pictures of body parts (for the record not going to happen) 2) some men think that you don't need to get to know a person and just because she is submissive she should just melt in a puddle and become 'ass on call'
3) being on your own means you have to be cautious even more cautious because you have to be. to walk blindly into something is unwise and dangerous.
I guess I don't really understand the mindset of people or their perceived expectations. To open yourself up mentally is so hard to do. Being completely open and sharing your thoughts and hopes, isn't something that comes easily to me.
Ah, snow days give you so much time to think. It would be great to have someone that you can be completely open and honest with. Someone you can share both your insecurities and vulnerabilities with.
One of my favorite quotes is..."A man's sexual choice is the result and the sum of his fundamental convictions.... He will always be attracted to the woman who reflects his deepest vision of himself, the woman whose surrender permits him to experience a sense of self-esteem. The man who is proudly certain of his own value, will want the highest type of woman he can find, the woman he admires, the strongest, the hardest to conquer--because only the possession of a heroine will give him the sense of an achievement." Ayn Rand.
A morning, afternoon and evening spent in bed watching movies, snuggling, kissing, talking or just sleeping sounds perfect. The contrast in black and white skin tones is especially erotic when mixed with the knowledge and expertise of an alpha male. If you have to ask what an alpha male is you probably don't possess those qualities. Alpha Male means you are intelligent and successful with a strong sense of purpose. You are capable of taking charge in any situation and nothing gets in your way. You have a sense of adventure mixed with a daring romantic heart.
A night of being a casual observer to various debauchery reminds me of what I should and should not be looking for. Yes, I seek something so rare it is probably impossible to find. I am looking for a dominant, successful man who wants to take a step from the vanilla world into a new world which we create. Specifically, I am looking for a relationship that encompasses aspects of the the dd/bg dynamic, ANR and TPE. Someone strong enough to accept the challenge I present and will revel in it. While I understand that you may have not had 'years' of experience, you have to at least understand that these mean and the requirements from us both to make it work.
During those times we are together, I will strive to become the center of your universe, as you make me the center of yours. As we are also friends we are able to shape and mold our lives to the image we think it should become. You see in me someone who can achieve a much higher, much greater status. You revel in the fact that while I can hold my own in the outside world, I still need and submit only to you. You hold the greatest respect for the gift I am ready to give to you and you take great pains to increase it's value.
The partner I am looking for will understand that he needs to empower just as much as he wants to possess. He recognizes discipline is also important when it comes to protection, both from those outside the relationship and those within. He is the one who makes the decisions about how we will relate to the world in general. He uses his power to enrich our lives.
If any of this made sense to you...talk to me
Talk means have something to say other than one liners asking for pictures. It also doesn't mean asking me meaningless questions about my sexual likes and dislikes. If you understood any of the dynamics I mentioned earlier you would understand that is something that we discover and develop together.
If you're expecting this long dissertation from me trying to convince you of who I am and where I learned about Ayn Rand, you will probably be disappointed. I generally give a brief immediate response so that you know that I received your email and you don't have to sit and wonder if I am a 'real person'. Hopefully, we can talk as we share some fries and watch the trains go by.
If you are married even if you say you are only married every other weekend or are a geographic bachelor or any other little terms that basically mean you are unavailable...this isn't the ad for you. I am not a drinker or a smoker but a person who is a light social drinker does not bother me.
Understand that I am 40 and so age could be a factor both if you are much younger and if you are much older than I am. We really won't know I guess until we talk and see if our interests are compatible. However, no one under 28.
Here are a few questions ...
What is your training style? How do you intend to adjust it to fit my personality? What is the role of the bg? What is the role of the DD? How do you tell if I've reached my limit (physically or mentally)?
What is aftercare? How do you intend to handle sub drop if it happens several days later? What are some munches and parties you have attended?
with best regards, me
Happy Happy New Year!
It has been a while since I have added to my journal. It allows me to reflect on 2013 and do some self reflection.
Career wise...well I am still not where I want to be but I have made substantial progress as well as ruffled many feathers. Doing the right thing isn't always welcome or easy but it is pretty much the only way I know. I have never been an expert at the 'office politics' but I guess it is time for me to sharpen my skills in that area. Forming stronger alliances and developing a network of professionals that share the same mindset, a goal for the new year.
Personally...again not where I want to be but firm in my belief that 'he' is somewhere out there.
Being somewhat of an introvert and cautious isn't always a plus in this venue. However, it doesn't mean that you have to sacrifice your values.
So, my goal for the new year is to grow both professionally and personally!
One of my favorite quotes is..."A man's sexual choice is the result and the sum of his fundamental convictions.... He will always be attracted to the woman who reflects his deepest vision of himself, the woman whose surrender permits him to experience a sense of self-esteem. The man who is proudly certain of his own value, will want the highest type of woman he can find, the woman he admires, the strongest, the hardest to conquer--because only the possession of a heroine will give him the sense of an achievement." Ayn Rand.
A morning, afternoon and evening spent in bed watching movies, snuggling, kissing, talking or just sleeping sounds perfect. The contrast in skin tones is especially erotic when mixed with the knowledge and expertise of an alpha male. If you have to ask what an alpha male is you probably don't possess those qualities. Alpha Male means you are intelligent and successful with a strong sense of purpose. You are capable of taking charge in any situation and nothing gets in your way. You have a sense of adventure mixed with a daring romantic heart.
A night of being a casual observer to various debauchery reminds me of what I should and should not be looking for. Yes, I seek something so rare it is probably impossible to find. I am looking for a dominant, successful man who wants to take a step from the vanilla world into a new world which we create. Specifically, I am looking for a relationship that encompasses aspects of the the dd/bg dynamic, ANR and TPE. Someone strong enough to accept the challenge I present and will revel in it.
During those times we are together, I will strive to become the center of your universe, as you make me the center of yours. As we are also friends we are able to shape and mold our lives to the image we think it should become. You see in me someone who can achieve a much higher, much greater status. You revel in the fact that while I can hold my own in the outside world, I still need and submit only to you. You hold the greatest respect for the gift I am ready to give to you and you take great pains to increase it's value.
The partner I am looking for will understand that he needs to empower just as much as he wants to possess. He recognizes discipline is also important when it comes to protection, both from those outside the relationship and those within. He is the one who makes the decisions about how we will relate to the world in general. He uses his power to enrich our lives.
If any of this made sense to you...talk to me
Talk means have something to say other than one liners asking for pictures. If you are married even if you say you are only married every other weekend...this isn't the ad for you. Strictly no drugs at all...even if you say you "heard" weed makes you horny...I obviously don't need it. Sorry, no one under 30.
Dear Journal,
Summer has walked quickly away and left me at the doorway to Fall. I feel like I am at a crossroad.
I found this as the closest description of the specific appeal of the daddy dom dynamic...
A Daddy Dom is so named because of the qualities he possesses and the service he provides. So, what are these qualities? What is a Daddy Dom? A Daddy Dom wants to be the center of your universe. He wants to be able to provide for your every need and care. But more than that he wants to be able to shape and mold you to the image he thinks you should become. He sees in you someone who, in his mind, can achieve a much higher, much greater status. He believes more in you than you believe in yourself. What he wants in return is to be able to bask in his image of you, the image he has created. How does he achieve his goals? Through love, respect, and discipline. His love for his little girl goes without saying. He accepts every part of her and works to emphasize the good while improving the bad. He loves her as much for who she is as for who she will become with his guidance. It is this love that allows him to train her. He could not invest so much of himself in someone he did not love completely. This love would not be possible without respect. A Daddy Dom needs to feel great pride in his possession. He needs to know she can hold her own in the outside world and still submit to him. He holds the greatest respect for the gift she has given him and takes great pains to increase it's value. It is extremely important to him to know she can be with any man and she chooses to be with him. He knows that this makes discipline a priority in their lives, more important than in some other D/s relationships. In order for the little girl to really trust she must know he means what he says. He must constantly deepen her respect for him. If he does not enforce discipline, this respect becomes a tenuous thing. If his submissive finds that she can manipulate him out of punishing her, she begins to lose respect and the ability to empower becomes impeded. He needs to empower her as much as he wants to possess her and it becomes increasingly difficult to be possessed by someone you do not respect. The discipline is also important when it comes to her protection, both from those outside the relationship and those within. He is the one who makes the decisions about how she will relate to the world in general and his discipline ensures that she follows these rules. I think most Doms have a bit of the Daddy in them, taking on the role of male authority figure in their submissive's life and using their power to enrich that life. Daddy/little girl verbalizes that feeling, and adds a dimension of warmth, caring, and ritual that it's participants crave.
In my research, I came across this written about a daddy dom...
"He does have the ability to make me feel like a little girl, however, a very cherished and sometimes needy little girl. It is a feeling that i revel in, it is the safest place i have ever been, and it allows me the freedom to be all that i am without fear of reprisals. So..what makes a Daddy Dom? First and foremost he loves his little girl. She is his prized possession. His eyes light up when she walks into the room and he takes great pride in her successes. After all, he helped to create her. She holds the most tender part of his heart and has the greatest power to hurt him. Seeing her hurt however is not something a Daddy Dom wants. He sees it as his job to protect her, both from the outside world and herself. He may love to cause her great pain in a scene, but he hates to be the one to hurt her emotionally. It hurts him to have to punish her , but he knows it is sometimes necessary. This takes great strength on his part. It takes strength to control her, and to shape her to his needs and desires. It takes strength to be her confidant, her shoulder, her anchor. It takes strength to let her out into the world when all he wants to do is hold her safe in his arms. And it takes strength to do what is necessary when she needs to be disciplined. A Daddy Dom knows the value of discipline, though at times his soft heart gets the best of him. He knows that in order for his little girl to be the best she can possibly be he must stand firm. He uses his experience in life and his knowledge of her to provide proper direction and punishment when the need arises. He knows this hurts her, and that tears at his heart, but he also knows it is for her own good. A Daddy Dom provides something else that is very important to his submissive..acceptance. She is safe in his arms because he knows her, everything about her, and he still loves her. When she goes to him she knows that this man knows all of her dirty little secrets and it doesn't matter. To him she is beautiful. Many of you may be asking what separates a Daddy Dom from any other Dom. In most cases very little. Hopefully they all provide love, strength, protection, discipline, and acceptance. I have heard Daddy Doms described as a kinder, gentler, Dom. I like that definition though I know it won't apply to all. I guess when it really comes down to it I can't explain it. There is something infinitely magical about a Daddy Dom. Perhaps it is something only a little girl can understand."
In every girl's life, there is a force, a presence, a Dominant, a Daddy she lives and breathes to love and honor. A Top is for a night, a Dom is for however long they're needed, a Master is for as long as they can maintain Mastery, but a Daddy is forever.
"I think that the dd/bg is probably the dynamic that describes what I long for most."
Dear Journal,
Feeling you watching me all evening, your hand always touching some part of me so I know I am safe. I know that I am safe even when you take my hand and lead me to a private place. You whisper in my ear and tell me you know how anxious I am and what will make me feel better. You pull me so I am sitting in your lap facing you. I can feel your arms around me and you explain how much you care about me and how you will always do what is best for me. You explain to me that little girls even when they are trying to be grown up girls still need guidance and discipline. You take your hand, put it on my heart and you take my hand putting it on your heart. Our hearts beat in a joined rhythm and it always makes me feel at peace. You kiss me and ask me if I am ready....
Dear Journal,
Tomorrow is Hard Friday Fetish Night. I am not sure if I am going to go, I guess I will think about it. Last weekend's events, while somewhat entertaining and interesting, did little to further my knowledge base. At least, it wouldn't be a two hour drive and back for a change. Yet there is something to be said for never "playing" in your own back yard.
I was reading profiles as per usual and I am amazed at how much time 'dominant men' spend writing about how they want a woman who thinks about nothing else other than giving him head. Dropping to her knees and sucking him off day in and day out.
I mean really! Do you have that much difficulty getting a woman to have oral sex with you?
It also amazes me that they can write these long detailed profiles talking about sex, oral sex in particular but are unable to carry on an intelligent conversation about any other topic. What happened to that strong confident man who would engage you? Whether sharing his passion for cars or fishing or even his work, his words brought you into his world.
Remember the song...
He is the mind injector, the heart protector The sole defender of anything I fear The baby conceiver, the make me believer The joy bringer, the love giver He is the dough increaser, the pleasure releaser The hard-knocks knower without the scars to show ya The night school teacher, the good life preacher The caretaker, the kiss craver
The pain remover, the bad times undoer...
So...if you want to talk to me you should be able to answer the following questions...
What does SSC stand for? (if you follow RACK instead, you should still be able to answer this, and give me a discussion of the differences in theories).
What is your training style? How do you intend to adjust it to fit my personality?
What is the job/ purpose of the sub?
What is the job/ purpose of the Dom?
If you were to use an implement on me, how would you gauge how hard you were hitting me?
How do you tell if I’ve had enough or reached my limit (physically or mentally)?
Do you use safe words?
If you are going to be intimate, would you be willing to be tested for STD’s and provide me with the paperwork?
What is aftercare?
How do you intend to handle sub drop if it happens several days later?
What are some munches and parties you have attended? Are you willing to give the names and contact information of the organizers?
Dear Journal,
Well I did it. By 'it', I mean I attended my first outing with a "Littles" group.
I also attended a "lifestyle" party. I am not sure how I feel about either.
There was a lot to take in and even more to think about. I guess when I watch people going from partner to partner, I am missing where that emotional connection is.
If you don't know a person, how can you address their needs? Maybe since I am still an outsider observing, I am looking at it too deeply. Humm, who knows. So tomorrow is 'day play so I am interested to see what goes on during the day.
k
“I've learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow. I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights. I've learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll miss them when they're gone from your life. I've learned that making a "living" is not the same thing as making a "life." I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw something back. I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision. I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one. I've learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back. I've learned that I still have a lot to learn. I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.” ? Maya Angelou
"A man's sexual choice is the result and the sum of his fundamental convictions.... He will always be attracted to the woman who reflects his deepest vision of himself, the woman whose surrender permits him to experience a sense of self-esteem. The man who is proudly certain of his own value, will want the highest type of woman he can find, the woman he admires, the strongest, the hardest to conquer--because only the possession of a heroine will give him the sense of an achievement." Ayn Rand That being said.... Are you looking for soft brown eyes and smooth brown skin? Do you long for a taste of the exotic with a dash of romance? Do you seek control yet understand it's complex nature? I seek something so rare it is probably impossible to find, a dominant, successful man who wants to take a step into a new world which we create. Specifically a relationship that encompasses the dd/bg dynamic with progression toward TPE. Talk to me... (that means something other than one sentence asking for pictures)
Dear Journal,
Well I have decided to attend my first meet and greet. Meeting people and talking to them face to face should weed out the fakes, liars, photo collectors and overall jerks. I hope so. (saying to myself) "Baby you can do it, take your time, do it right!" Ugh, I guess I have to go shopping.
Smooches,
K
Dear Journal,
Why is it married men always want to give you advice and tell you about how you have to be careful and that people out there will just hurt you? I always get the " when you get hurt, you'll wish you had let me guide you"? The most interesting thing is that they never give you a warning about married men and how they just want to use you when they can sneak away from their wives.
Well, I am off to the Fresh Market...
Dear Journal,
Humm, do I really have to wait until August for the Bourne Legacy? I am torn.
How can it not have Jason Bourne? Damn, do you risk going to an opening anymore?
Dear Journal,
Well I was told by a "Grand Master" how much he likes me. I know what you're thinking. What the hell is a "Grand Master"? Is that similar to the "Grand Wizard"? No, that couldn't be it since he was supposedly black.
However, I did find a new way to put off 'would be suitors'. The only thing you have to do
is to ask him to come up with a topic of discussion that doesn't begin with "what's your fantasies". Poof! gone. Next time, I think I will say "would you like to know what's on my Kindle?"
However, I digress. I just thought that was pretty funny. I guess we are losing the art of conversation.
Have a wonderful early morning!
Dear Journal,
I always think that I have heard everything. However, I underestimate mankind.
In an age where you can't enjoy a movie without fear of being 'gunned down', where do we draw the line?
Have we lost the ability to deal with disappointment without making others pay the price?
It is all very sad and begs the question, "Where was the "man" in his life?"
Dear Journal,
Maybe my expectations are too high.
Are people really so 'limited' that they would think, 'sometimes I like dark meat' is appropriate to say to some stranger that they just met? I realize you just stepped off the set of 'Deliverance' but damn!
Is expecting someone to take the time and effort to get to know you before 'demanding daily pictures' just too unreasonable? In this age of 'fast food romance', has conversation lost it's place in the world. Challenges shouldn't 'stump' men, correction, challenges don't stump MEN.
Maybe if I could turn off my brain and ability to reason, I would just believe the 'hype'. Is it easier just to be a 'mindless' twit and believe anything and agree to anything? Of course, I have never been one to 'take the easy route'.
Let's see..." Prince Charming is a dick, bring on the frogs". (two points if you know what movie this line is from)
*One day you'll come to me asking what's more important: you or my life. I'll say my life and you'll walk away not knowing you are my life.
No man is an island, Entire of itself. Each is a piece of the continent, A part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less. As well as if a promontory were. As well as if a manor of thine own Or of thine friend's were. Each man's death diminishes me, For I am involved in mankind. Therefore, send not to know For whom the bell tolls, It tolls for thee.
If I was to tell you just how much I need you, would you come tonight Or would you not believe me cause a love that easy never turns out right I'm trying to change the rules you deserve something good in your life We've waited for far too long so come get your blessing tonight baby
Won't you come over love, Sure I can show you love Promise I got enough to give you all that you need baby So many search to find, A love that is good as mine I will not waste your time so bring it all to me baby
let me teach you, give you love instruction, show you what I know No Need to take it easy, no need to rush it, go nice and slow All this love I have can go to you but I expect just a bit in return You don't have to be perfect as long as you're willing
I don't want to waste your time So don't make me beg tonight Don't keep me waiting for love Won't you come over tonight
Sometimes I wonder, do you Even recognize the woman That's standing in front of you
Listen, sometimes I wonder, do you Even care or realize Why I took care of you 'Cause you're my heart You are my soul You're my other half Without you I cannot be whole So far apart I just don't know What drove us apart in the first place Now I know
These tears I cry sure won't be the last They will not be the last This pain inside never seems to pass It never seems to pass me by
So I thank you Said I thank you Yes I thank you For making me a woman
Sometimes I wonder could she be More of a woman to you Than you were a man to me sometimes I wonder why me I'm here miserable While you're out living your fantasies And didn't care
'Cause you're my heart You are my soul You're my other half Without you I cannot be whole baby So far apart I just don't know What drove us apart in the first place Now I know baby why
These tears I cry sure won't be the last They will not be the last no This pain inside never seems to pass It never seems to pass me by
So I thank you Said I thank you Yes I thank you For making me a woman, yeah
One thing I learned in life, that is We gotta be ready to sacrifice to survive I hope she's happy 'Cause you're the chapter that I'll be closing Hope you're happy 'Cause once my door closes it won't be open
These tears I cry sure won't be the last They will not be the last no This pain inside never seems to pass It never seems to pass me by
So I thank you, yeah Said I thank you, yeah Yes I thank you, yeah For making me a woman, yeah
Thank you...ESTELLE
...addictive
Phenomenal Woman
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when I start to tell them, They think I'm telling lies. I say, It's in the reach of my arms The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me.
I walk into a room Just as cool as you please, And to a man, The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees. Then they swarm around me, A hive of honey bees. I say, It's the fire in my eyes, And the flash of my teeth, The swing in my waist, And the joy in my feet. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me.
Men themselves have wondered What they see in me. They try so much But they can't touch My inner mystery. When I try to show them They say they still can't see. I say, It's in the arch of my back, The sun of my smile, The ride of my breasts, The grace of my style. I'm a woman
Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me.
Now you understand Just why my head's not bowed. I don't shout or jump about Or have to talk real loud. When you see me passing It ought to make you proud. I say, It's in the click of my heels, The bend of my hair, the palm of my hand, The need of my care, 'Cause I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me.
Maya Angelou
Truth hurts...
I make no apologies for who or what I am.
I see you for what you are not based on your words but on your actions or lack thereof.
When I was not paying attention I took a first tentative step, I didn't even notice how deep it was I went from the ground to the top of the cloud And now as I look down I see where I fit I feel it run through and all over me It touches every part of me
Even my skin is changing I'm feeling warmer no more icy cold hands grip my heart I am beginning to see the color come back in my life So deep with pain until a new journey took it from me With a new beginning that has taken me by surprise
I am yours
just the other day i admit that i i was out of control but i still love with my body and soul
when the road gets rough I say things I should not say i never meant to let it get this way
i apologize believe me i do i apologize because i know i was wrong
"The man who is proudly certain of his own value, will want the highest type of woman he can find, the woman he admires...because only the possession of a heroine will give him the sense of achievement, not the possession of a brainless slut....He does not seek to gain his value, he seeks to express it. There is no conflict between the standards of his mind and the desires of his body."
Through this journey of discovery In finding you, I'm finding me Now that I have someone special That brings out the joy Inside of me We can become whatever we want All I need is love and you That's the way our feelings should be You and Me
Makeda était reine, belle et puissante Salomon rêvait de sa peau noire Je chante pour raviver les mémoires Exhumer les connaissances Que la spirale du temps efface
La reine de Saba vit en moi Makeda vit en moi.
in English it means
Makeda was queen, beautiful and powerful Solomon dreamed of her black skin I sing to revive the memories To dig up the knowledge That the spiral of time erases
The queen of Sheba lives in me Makeda lives in me.
Submissive does not make me an idiot nor does it change my view of myself.
So....if you think using the n-word or other offensive language is a grand display of power then realize it is only an ode to your true inferiority!
You’re wishing on a star, it’s the only one that sits there next to the silvery moon I don’t feel too optimistic, but I know I’d trade the world for what I am wishing would come true I know you told me more than twice, of the fate that I’ve been dreading But if you walk right up to me tonight, would you doubt that I’d be ready So I walk the city street, wishing you were here with me, falling in love again Baby until then, I’ll be hanging downtown, kind of waiting, and maybe I’ll try, meditating
Been tied to lonesome roads, making residence in two bit four walled domiciles Never time for what is needed, so I’ll grab a bite to eat then maybe grab a smile So hard to give it up, you know I tried so many times before Any price or sacrifice to see you walking through the door I’m trying to make you see, I’d rather have you here with me, falling in love again
"In Your Eyes"
love I get so lost, sometimes days pass and this emptiness fills my heart when I want to run away I drive off in my car but whichever way I go I come back to the place you are all my instincts, they return and the grand facade, so soon will burn without a noise, without my pride I reach out from the inside
in your eyes the light the heat in your eyes I am complete in your eyes I see the doorway to a thousand churches in your eyes the resolution of all the fruitless searches in your eyes I see the light and the heat in your eyes oh, I want to be that complete I want to touch the light the heat I see in your eyes
love, I don't like to see so much pain so much wasted and this moment keeps slipping away I get so tired of working so hard for our survival I look to the time with you to keep me awake and alive
and all my instincts, they return me to you
Who’s this face in the mirror that I see Sometimes confused by the double standards of society And maybe I’m wrong about the way I feel But then will somebody tell me what is really real Now I respect myself I respect you too, but in the end it’s got to be Do unto me as I do to you Now I try to tell you it’s time Separate our wants from our desire Separate the truth from the lie to live like people so inspire It’s the world who’s out to see we should respect humanity And it one time seemed to be we could live together peacefully If we have truth we can survive And for that our forefathers have died It should be immoral or a sin If it is according to the skin
tell me how many times, how many times can i Adjust my attitude to reach & touch the sky Basic love is the creed by which I live But then sometimes I wonder just how much one can give Gross injustices surround me from the highest levels of power and you say these are the people I depend on for my survival is it for real or am I seeing shadows in the dark I’ll let you tell me, can u tell me tell me now
It’s the world who’s out to see Basic respect humanity I’m just trying to be realistic without becoming pessimistic If we have hope we can survive A damn good reason to stay alive Is it immoral or a sin It seems to be according to the skin I’m in
It’s the world who’s out to see Basic respect humanity I’m just trying to be for real in a world with less appeal I'm so frustrated and flustered At what has been reduced to justice It is immoral or a sin If it is according to the skin I’m in
The morality of reason follows from the axiom that existence exists and the choice to live.
Reason, purpose, and self-esteem are cardinal values.
These values imply and require the virtues of rationality, independence, integrity, honesty, justice, productiveness, and pride.
But virtue is not its own reward. Life is the reward of virtue, and happiness is the goal and the reward of life.
Pleasure and pain, joy and suffering, are the emotional forms in which we experience values. But emotions are governed by what we choose to value.
True happiness is a state of non-contradictory joy, and is thus possible only to those who pursue rational values.
There are no conflicts of interest among rational men.
The proper means of interaction with others is trade.
The initiation of physical force is evil; force and mind are opposites. Force may be used only in retaliation and only against those who start its use.
....eh Who is John Galt?
What I'm listening to...
What that real, that deep, that burning That amazing unconditional, inseparable love That feel like ever, that always emotional But still exceptional love Can't nobody tell me nothing is what it is? And any mistake you make I, I just may forgive, oh
Right now, right now at this very moment I still love him like I loved him then Oh, I love him in and out, and up and down And 'round and 'round, and over and over again So rare, they swear that you just don't exist And it's only one person I can think of That makes me feel like this And I'm a fool, such a fool for you
So sweet so deep g....damn that's some powerful stuff
how you do it, do do it, keep it coming baby i can't seem to get enough.
what you do whatcha say , makes me want to I- I love you
Baby, I don't even have a choice. And if I did it would still be you.
cause you're the man, among all these other boys
Sweet sugar, I surrender white flag I won't even put up a fight
cause there ain't a damn thing wrong about this kinda loving
oh and it feels so right
SO people probably say Im crazy but I don't mind being a fool for you
What that deep, that sweet, that soaking That wet, that fire, that powerful stuff That up and that down, that front and that back Baby, I can't seem to get enough
Ooh baby, let me do it, let me do it 'til I'm satisfied Oh baby, now please, baby, I ain't got no more pride Oh, sweet sugar, I surrender I don't want no other man, oh baby, you win And you ain't never got to worry, ever got to worry You'll never be alone again Yeah, there's nothing, there's nothing That ooh, that I wouldn't do, ah, ooh I found a song about it, daddy Everybody know who I'm talking to And I'm a fool, such a fool for you Ooh child, I, I am
I'm a fool, such a fool I'm a fool for you, baby, oh Can I have you back? Hello, baby, oh, for you, daddy Please, baby, and have mercy on me Have mercy, have a little mercy on me Ooh wee I'm a fool, yeah, I'm a fool, yeah For you, for you, oh you, oh you
Ok, I didn't think it needed saying but apparently it does as well.
No, I don't think sleeping with a dog shows some deep submission and creates a strong bond. I think it just shows me that you are disgusting.
I work alot but always have access to my computer and I can remote access my computer from anywhere. So, if you leave me a message, I will get back to you once I leave or will answer through my phone.
Unfortunately, I have a good memory so within talking to you for a few minutes or days, I shouldn't be able to catch you lying to me. Honesty is always easiest.
Yes, I have a housekeeper and when I am at work during the day a dog sitter comes to take my dog out. Doesn't have some hidden meaning, it just means that I don't want to spend my time off mopping floors and cleaning the oven.
If answering questions is a huge stretch for you, then I am not a good choice. I always ask questions and not just those full of fluff. I ask the hard questions and need an honest and open answer.
I am in no hurry and I can wait for the right person.
ain't it a shame for two, sitting all alone waiting for each other to say I do I do love you
ain't it a shame for two, missing out on love 'cause they never gave enough of love, respect and things to hold on to
hold on to love and never give up
share your love with me
I didn't think it was necessary to say so but apparently it is necessary...no, I am not interested in being passed around-( I prefer to only be with my partner). When I agree to talk with you, it in no way translates to me also agreeing to immediately start following commands. If you dislike being asked questions or give vague generalized responses that will make it almost impossible for me to get to know who you are or what your expectations are.
I can't eat I can't sleep anymore, waiting for you to walk thru the door
i wish I didn't miss you anymore
It's 5 o'clock in the morning, the conversation got boring
you said you're going to bed soon, so i went off to your bedroom
i thought i would just wait there, until i heard you come up the stairs
i pretended i was sleeping, i was hoping you were creeping...
Tender was the kiss when you held me captive in your sweet embrace..
my lips begin to burn and my heart beat faster than the normal pace
i try hard to resist that familiar smile that melts me just like wax
but what's the use i'm yours and that means forever there's no turning back
i feel so insecure and yet i've never felt so sure what am i gonna do...
