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Very passionate, sensual BBW who likes to laugh, play and has a kinky side. Life's too short not to explore all there is while we are here. Often we get caught up in this web of intricacies of life and forget to slow down and experience all that this life has to offer. It takes all kinds of people to make the world go around but when you run into that special someone that makes your world spin it makes this ride we call life worth living. Chemistry is what it is and cannot be forced.
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Let's chat, perhaps things will proceed to new levels or perhaps our lives will be enhanced with someone whom we can call friend. It is always fun to share in some laughter with another, our lives can never be enriched with too many friends. I would rather look back and be able to say "I'm glad I did" rather than "I wish I would have."
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Looking for an older, mature partner who enjoys the kinky side of life but is still a gentleman. Someone who is comfortable with who they are as a person, confident in themselves. I enjoy a partner who understands the art of seduction of the mind as well as seduction of the body. Looking for that Dominant that can bring as much passion and sensuality to the lifestyle that I do. Communication skills are essential at any level of a relationship, they are a basic life skill that sometimes seems to be forgotten. Communication leads to trust.
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I'm a submissive soul who enjoys being with someone who can push her boundries a bit with his creativity. Looking for someone who enjoys teaching and expanding my knowledge of this world in which we walk. Will you be the one that leads me on this journey?
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Here simply enjoying this path of self discovery, awareness, and learning. Enjoying each new day that life has to offer. Always looking for new friends that enhance my life and bring diversity to my world.
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I enjoy conversing on a wide array of topics and always enjoy speaking with someone who expands my mind and forces me to think outside the box.
"Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, its about learning to dance in the rain."
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I awoke this morning to find a letter from my King next to two beautifully wrapped packages. A huge smile played on my face upon finding these special surprises that I know where so carefully prepared for me. My King has never done anything halfway and I knew this day, this surprise he had prepared with just as much thought and attention to details.
I let my mind wander for just a minute allowing my thoughts to fill with what he had in store for me today. Loving surprises, I was not able to hold myself back for long before picking up the letter that was waiting for me. The letter read as follows.
My Precious Jewel,
I have prepared a surprise for you this evening. I want you to dedicate today to getting ready for your King. Allow your mind to roam with beautiful thoughts of what this evening might bring. When you have finished reading this letter, you may open the smaller package and you will find some things that I have chosen for you to help prepare yourself for tonight. I know that there is smile on your face wondering what is in the package. Know that I have chosen those items with special care for my Queen. I want you to spend the day relaxing and reflecting on our love, our special times together, and the bond that holds us so closely. The larger package you will have to wait to open upon my arrival. I trust that there will be NO peeking. I know how much you like surprises, so I realize how hard today will be for you my precious jewel. I promise you that tonight will be well worth the wait. And baby I know how excitd you are right now, and that your head is filled with wild thoughts. But, do not give in to the need to touch yourself, today I want you to save yourself for your King. I will arrive at five this evening and hope that you are prepared for what I bring; you do not need to bother dressing today, love. Have a beautiful day my little one.
Love,
Your King
The whole time I was reading the letter my mind was racing with thoughts of what he had planned for me. My head filled with all the special surprises he had planned for us in the past. On replaying those thoughts in my mind I quickly became aroused. A smiled shined brightly on my face as I read his instructions not to touch myself today. My King knows me so well and knew that I would struggle with these feelings in anticipation of this evening.
I gently lay the letter down on the table and pick up the smallest package, carefully untying the exquisite bow. My heart being with excitement, so anxious to see what is inside. My fingers trembling as I remove the gift-wrap. When I lift the lid from the box, I find a magnificent black robe of the finest silk, a bottle of bubble bath, a candle, and a bottle of the finest body oil.
I lift the robe and softly caress my cheek with the fabric, running it softly against my flesh purring. Once again, amazed, at how well my King always chooses. Laying it across my lap, I open the bottle of bubble bath and inhale deeply of its divine scent. My heart filled with love, the smile never leaving my face. Lifting the candle to smell of its scent, my thoughts are focused on my King, how observant he is and knows what his baby likes. I open the bottle of body oil and pour just a drop on my finger carefully circling my tummy. My body so aroused this tiny whisper of a touch almost drives me over the edge. Today is going to be so hard waiting, not allowed to bring myself to a peak.
Anxious to use these new things he has given me I go to the bathroom and turn on the shower. The hot water quickly fills the room with steam. I light the special candle he has chosen for me and inhale deeply as its scent begins to fill my nostrils. I slide out of my panties and slip into the shower to let the hot water beat against my body.
Letting my head fall back into the water my long hair cascades down my slender back. I can feel the long tresses caressing softly against my firm round ass, making my skin tingle. I reach for the bottle of shampoo and puour some in my hand so that I can lather my hair. My fingertips gently massaging my scalp as I work the shampoo through my hair.
I lean back in the shower and let the water rinse the shampoo from me. Working the soap over my body, my hands graze my breasts, my nipples rising to such hard peaks the ache penetrates my entire being, I think about my King's words to me this morning and have to stop before I lose control of myself. I quickly hurry and finish washing.
Looking at the bottle of bubble bath, I close the drain, running a hot bath of water. Moaning softly as the scent of bubble bath fills the room mixed with the hot steam of the shower. I lie back in the tub and close my eyes. I think about how good my King is to me and how truly blessed I am to have him in my life.
As my mind fills with all the things we have experienced together that have strenghtened our bond I feel myself drifting off to sleep. I dream of a special moment in time that we shared. As the water grows cold I find myself awake, shivering. I drain some of the water to warm it and rinse my body.
As I step from the bath, I dry myself off in front of the mirror, imaging my King there, his hands running the soft towel over my body. I smile as I see my nipples erect, thrust out proudly. I reach for the brush and pull my hair over my shoulder. As it tickles over my breast, my nipple throbs. Slowly I begin to work thru the long tresses with the brush. My body is so aroused I don't know how I will ever make it through the next hours. I try to take my mind off from this feeling but, it is impossible. My King knows exactly how to arouse my body for hours without even being in my presence. I smile knowing that in his mind he knows exactly what this is doing to me.
I shake my long curls out and slide into the exquisite silk robe that he has gifted me with. My body shivers as the silk caresses my flesh. It seems that each step of my day I am unable to break free from this arousal he has begun inside of me.
Looking at the clock I sill have hours to go before my King arrives. I fill my day preparing the bedroom for his arrival. Putting the softest silk sheets on the bed, knowing how good they will feel against our skin. I fill the room with candles, placing them around the room so the light is cast beautifully from their glow. I wander around the house, fussing. I have finished painting my toenails and fingers and find myself restless. I quit trying to fight my arousal and settle in reading thru the erotic letters I have received from my King in the past. All day my clit continues to throb and my pussy glistens with my sweet hot moisture.
The hours finally pass and it is almost time for his arrival. As I take note of the time, I go to the bedroom and quickly light the candles around the room. I slide the silk robe from my body, anxious to have my King see my body laid out before him. I pour the oil into my hands and work it over every inch of my skin, soft moans escape my lips as it penetrates my flesh. So thankful I have saved this step for last or I would not be able to follow his instructions to not pleasure myself. My nipples ache as I work the oil in and I struggle to compose myself once again. As I run my hands over my thighs, my hand barely grazes my pussy and I have to fight with myself not to touch it.
I look to the bed, turn back the covers, and slide in laying my body back gently. My long dark curly tresses spill out around my body. The silk caressing against my skin as I move. I quickly glance at the clock and my heart begins beating wildly knowing that it is only minutes until he arrives, my King is never late. As I lay back, I spread my legs widely wanting him to see how ready I am for him this evening. I want him to know how hot he has made me this day, what thoughts of him do to me. I look down at my body smiling seeing my deep olive skin glistening in the candle light. I can see my hot sweet juices gleaming on my pussy. I close my eyes and wait, any minute I know he will walk through that door and set me free.
As I lay there, I hear the click as the door is opened. My heart beats wildly and I want to run into his arms so badly to welcome him but, know that he would like to see me laid out for him. I force myself to stay and wait for him to enter the room. I can hear him moving about finally his footsteps as they come closer and closer. I see and hear the doorknob turning and my heart races. I hope my King finds me pleasing and is proud of how I spent my day. I smile at him seductively as he walks through the door.
My body becomes so excited as his eyes slowly travel down over my body, taking in the site of my nakedness, exposed without inhibitions before him. I watch as his eyes pause at my pussy gleaming in the candle light with my hot cum. I see him standing there holding the other package. The package that I have had to look at and wonder what was in it all day until he arrived to allow me to open it. His eyes meet mine and I slowly pull my body up rising to meet him in a deep passionate kiss. Our tongues dancing together, my arousal so extreme I almost cum from his kiss alone. As our kisses continue, I quickly remove his clothes needing to feel his body against mine so badly.
He sets the package aside and pulls back from my kiss slightly, "Have you done what I have asked of you today?" My answer almost breathless, "Yes my King, it was so hard, I wanted to touch myself so badly." I kiss his neck softly whispering in his ear thanking him for the divine gifts he has given me. He looks into my eyes wickedly and instructs me to turn so that he may look at me. I slowly turn around before him and feel his hands bending me over. My body trembles as his finger softly glides up my wet slit teasing me further. He pulls me back to him running his fingers down my belly, reaching for the other package and quietly handing it to me. "I believe you have another gift to open my Jewel."
As I lift the lid from the box, I see the most erotic pair of high heel snakeskin boots I have ever seen. I turn my head around and quickly kiss him deeply. A thought suddenly racing through my mind remembering the deepest darkest fantasy I have ever shared with him. I know my King buys things that have a symbolic meaning and I look deeply into his eyes questioning. He smiles softly and whispers, "Trust me baby." I nod my head slightly and lay back in his arms. My hands softly gliding up and down his thighs as his hands caress my breasts. I can feel his hard dick gliding against my spine and my own body begins to slide against him, so hungry for him. He lifts me away from him and lays my body back. His hands begin to maneuver my body, positioning me as he wishes.
Sliding the erotic boots onto my feet his hands gliding up my legs. His strong hands bend my legs back, spreading my thighs widely, my pussy open and exposed dripping with my pleasure. My arms propping my upper body up to thrust my full firm breasts out to him proudly. He looks down at me, "gorgeous my Queen," his hand softly stroking my cheek. "I want you to stay this way for me until I return." I nod softly biting my lip wondering what he is going to do.
As he leaves the room, I look down at the boots and my body trembles recalling what I have shared with him. I close my eyes as my head falls back my mind racing, so scared, yet, so excited. I hear him enter the room and am almost afraid to open my eyes. I hear him whisper my name and look up at him gasping as I see the sight of him standing there. His strong body magnificent as he stands before me naked. His thick hard dick looking back at me. I shiver as I see the huge snake wrapped around his shoulders. I feel my breathes become ragged, He walks to me and his fingers run up my slit once again stroking my throbbing pussy.
I watch as he leans down to me, my whole body shaking as he lifts my chin to kiss me. I feel his hand guiding the head of the snake to my shoulder and its body as it slithers from his body to mine. "Relax and enjoy little one, I want you to always have this memory to look back on." I watch as he leaves me and rises from the bed, the snake now fully wrapped around my shoulders. Slithering, caressing my bare flesh. Trying hard to control my breathing and remain calm. I look deeply into my King's eyes, watching as he reaches for the camara. I smile to him as I hear the first click as he begins recording pictures of this scene. I relax knowing he would never let any harm come my way.
As the snake continues to move and explore my body, I close my eyes allowing my mind to become lost in the sensations being created through me. I feel it slithering over my breast rubbing against my hard nipple as it moves. I can feel it tickling at my tummy as it finds its way to the center of my heat. My clit is pulsing painfully. My pussy contracting tightly, quickly, over and over again driving me to the edge.
My eyes open as I feel it begin to wrap itself around my thigh, my body quivering as it comes so close to my pussy, almost touching it. I can here my King snapping pictures each step along the way. My hand comes up to stroke my breast slowly circling in closer to my nipple, gently rolling the hard peak between my fingertips. My eyes wide with wonder knowing the snake has found the heat that it has been seeking. I watch nervously as its tongue flickers at my clit. I want to scream out so badly, my orgasm building to new heights. I know I must not cry out, I am forced to lie there quietly as my pussy convulses in one orgasm after another, clit throbbing against the flickering tongue of the snake.
I look into the eyes of my King pleading with him with my own eyes for release. My body, my mind, and my soul so hungry for him I cannot take it anymore. The excitement building from all day and having the snake slither over my body flickering softly, darting against my clit is driving me insane. I must have him quickly or surely I will die. I plead with him "please, Please, I need you so badly." He smiles wickedly, I know his mind is filled with thoughts of all he has put me through today, how he has once again taken me to new unbelievable levels of my sexuality. I watch as he walks to me, his hand guiding his glorious dick to my very wet opening. I can feel the swollen head slowly slide into me, tiny short strokes in and out, only letting me feel a couple inches of his hardness inside of me. I plead and beg with him to please take me.
I watch as he pushes himself further into me, the tongue of the snake still flickering against my clit, teasing relentlessly at my hard bud. Slowly he comes into me further, his hand taking the head of the snake from me, unwinding it from my body, setting it aside. He looks down and I meet his gaze, moaning deeply. Forced to contain myself in so many ways for so long today. My screams of passion rip from my throat savagely.
My hands gripping him tightly, pulling tugging at him. My legs wraping around his ass tightly, my pussy contracting tightly not wanting to ever let him go. My orgasms come hard and fast, over and over again, as he fucks me without mercy. His dick impaling me, filling me, forcing me to open to receive him. My cries of ecstacy ringing throughout the room. Screaming out his name. His pursuit of our pleasure relentless as he drives into me.
My hips lifting and falling, grinding my pussy into him, needing to feel him deep inside of me.
He knows his jewel is hungry for him and fucks me hard, not letting me stop, taking me again and again. My voice is hoarse, my throat dry from my viscious screams, my little body shuttering violently as the hot cum squirts from my pussy covering his dick in creamy cum. My long fingernails rake into his spine in the heat of passion. I feel his dick throbbing, twitching inside of me and know that any second he will fill me with his divine see. I look up into his face and listen to his own cries of passion as his body shudders in orgasm. His thick creamy cum exploding deeply into my pussy.
I lift my body and take his face into my hands, kissing him with all of the passion that I have inside of me for him. I look into his eyes, a tear slipping down my cheek, "Thank you my King, you have fullfilled my deepest darkest fantasy, I love you." I hear his words of love that he speaksto me. My mind is lost in another world, I hear him but I am unable to speak, my cries of passion have turned to purrs. My hands roam his body freely, my pussy fluttering around his dick. His strong arms holding me tightly.
As I lay there purring, content in my spot, I feel him rise from me. Taking the snake and putting it away for the night. He returns to me and I share my thoughts with him. Let him know how fortunate I am to have a King such as him. Our lovemaking continues long into the night until we have exhausted each others bodies to the point of no return.
Always and forever, I will remember the night my King made my fantasty come true. Everytime I slip my feet into those erotic boots a smile will come to my face as my mind fills with the beautiful memories he has given me this night. Each detail carefully thought out, no stone left unturned. He took charge of every last detail. Thank you my King.
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His Pet
I miss the look that only he can give me. You know, the one that sends chills down your spine and makes you take notice. The one that makes you not look away but look deeply into his eyes even if you are in the middle of a conversation with someone else. I miss being in his presence and knowing without even looking that he is watching me, gazing at me from across the room, checking and making sure that I'm safe. He knows that I know my place and where to come back to, his confidence such a turn on. A single look from across a crowded bar leaves my pussy wet and needy for him. Its been too long since I felt that look, too long since I was enraptured by his gorgeous, deep eyes.
I need to feel his demanding whispers in my ear as he takes my mind, body and soul to far away places that only he can steer me to. He has that control over me, he knows that I have given him my total and complete trust to lead me, guide me and bend me at his will. Its a right that only he has earned, and one that I give to him proudly and without hesitation. I know that in his presence I have found my safety net. I'm free to stumble, free to explore, free to unleash my passion, if I fall he'll pick me up and set me on my feet again. Its a place where my spirit is content, my soul is free, and my laughter comes with ease.
I long for the erotic moments in time that we give to each other. That complete giving and taking of each others bodies as we come together for pleasure. I miss being on my knees before him, seeing him looking down at me, while I dance my tongue around his thick long shaft. Enjoyment found as his sexual kitten who freely swipes her tongue over his heavy balls and purrs with apprecation. My submission, just but one expression of the great respect I have come to hold for this all powerful man. Other men I have successfully thwarted their efforts to force me to submit, or to possess me; with him I revel in my submission.
His floggers and paddles make my hips dance to the music of the leather on my flesh. Surrounded in a room full of onlookers, yet, for me we are the only ones in the room, my mind is in that place that he has taken me to, my focus is deep as he leads me to subspace. Its a place where my pleasure knows no boundaries, its where I find my freedom and am allowed to lose myself in my sexuality. Our place, as much his as it is mine, for only he can take me there. His wanton, hungry tiger clawing at the sheets as the cries for more rage from my throat. My back arches as I thrust my round, full ass up to meet each caress of the leather strands as his flogger comes down on my flesh. The tingling of my skin only makes me crave more, my begging easily heard in the room. The feel of his big strong hands soothing my flesh as he takes me deeper into that place of pure pleasure makes me squirm before him.
Confined within his shackles and chains, totally at his mercy I am content. My desire courses through my veins hot and furious when he drives his throbbing hard manhood within my wet contracting walls and possesses me. The screams thunder from my throat with each shudder of pleasure that runs through my body. My breathing is erratic, gasping for air as the orgasmic waves of pleasure wash over me. I can feel his hand in my hair forcing me to meet his eyes as he plunges into me again and again, deeper with each stroke of his body. My eyes must speak for me, they must say what I cannot for I'm incoherent in this place in time, my mouth refusing to form any words. My pussy clamps down hard around him pulling him deeper into my depths needing to feel him consume me, seeking to keep him inside of me. Its without shame that I scream and beg him to fill me with his hot cum. Our bodies glisten with a gleam of sweat as the candle light dances over us. The combination of insense and raw passion floating into my nostrils leaves me swirling in passion.
My body grows weak, my muscles ache, as he bends and twists my body at his will. His strong arms hold me exactly where he wants me, escape is not a choice. Shivers run through my body as he drives each orgasm from me. The more he gives me the greedier I am for more. My own hips thrusting to meet each spear of his hardness into me. I can feel his big hands on my hips and he drives fully into my depths and holds me there, no words needed to keep there. I can feel him teasing at my ass with a toy, making it almost impossible not to squirm. His wicked laughter floats to my ears as he slowly slides it fully into my tight ass. A reminder that I'm his to use as he will.
There is no hesitation from him as fucks my pussy until I once again flood his dick and balls in my sticky hot cum. The constant teasing of my gspot leaving him drenched in the wet juices of pleasure. The vibrator in my ass leaving me screaming and crying out as he takes me to yet another plain of ecstacy.
He refuses to give in to my cries and begging for his cum inside of me as he slips from my pussy and forces my head to the bed. Ass in the air on display for him. I can feel the vibrator as it slips from my ass; shivering as the cold lube slides down my ass crack. His hands dig into the muscles of my back as his words comfort me and relax me. I can feel his huge cock at the entrance to my tight ass slowly applying more pressure. Adrenaline rages through me, fear surrounds me, but his hands work their magic and once again make my body dance and squirm against him.
His fingers slither up my sides to hold my hips lovingly as he slowly works his glorious dick inside of me. My breath catches in my throat as I feel that first inch of him forcing me to open for him, his voice soft as he reminds me to breathe. His thick, hard shaft slowly working into me bringing us both the deepest of pleasures. A true mating, a dance of lovers. Our bodies move as one to give to each other, a mutual exchanging of erotic ecstacy. My body trembles and shudders in one tremendous wave of orgasms while his dick strokes in and out of my tightness. I can feel his dick throbbing and hear him growl as his seeds spills from his body.
As he slowly eases his body from mine, I collapse on the bed in total and complete exhaustion. His arms pull me to him, holding me close to his chest, the beating of his heart pounding in my ear. A smile of contentment playing on my lips as I purr within the circle of his strong arms.
Tick tock tick tock....with each stroke of the clock the minutes and hours pass. Each stroke of midnight bringing me one day closer to him and shared hours of passion. Soon, my lover we will know pleasure within each others arms again....the pleasure found when only you possess me, when I can unleash my passion as your wanton slut...... |
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Let me love you with my body, give myself to you. I want to straddle your hard body, open myself wide for you, feel the excitement of your penetration.....the moment you enter me. Taking you inside of me, deep into my depths, filling me.Pushing you into me deeper and deeper until you can go no farther.I want to feel the rhythmic pulsing of your cock throbbing inside of me when the muscles of my pussy contract around you.I want to feel your hands seeking out my body as I ride you wildly, your cock taking me to places I've never been before.
I want to give every inch of my body up to you, feel you exploring me, your hands on my breasts, squeezing, tugging at my nipples, nibbling, making me beg you for more. I want to see you watching me when I lean back and reach down to tug at my clit, I want you to see your cock so hard it feels like stone as I slide it in and out of me, working to please you. I want you to allow me to ride you hard.sucking you deep inside of me, I want to feel your cock so deep banging against my cervix, bruising my insides.
I want you to hear my screams of ecstasy while your cock is shoved deep inside of me, hear me screaming your name. I want you to watch my titties bounce when I'm bucking madly on top of you, my hot cum sliding down your cock over your balls and down between your ass as I orgasm over and over one after another in waves. I want to feel my masters powerful hands slapping across my ass when I'm on top of him. I want to feel you kiss me passionately, roughly.
In the throes of ecstasy I want to turn myself around and face your feet my ass to you as I straddle you and take you in again, knowing you are watching me from behind. My ass facing you the red prints from your hands on my smooth white skin. I want to open myself to you when I feel you invading my ass with a dildo, filling me, fucking both of my holes at the same time. My breathes so hard and loud. I want to know you are watching me as i wildly finger my clit, coming down hard on your cock and feeling you invade my ass with my dildo, completely filling my insides, stuffing me full. Screaming with release as waves of passion overcome me.
When I think I can't take anymore, I want to feel your hands bring me down from my high. Pull me into your strong arms, I want to feel your heart beating inside your hard chest, feel secure in my Masters arms while he is rubbing my clit gently, feel your finger slide in an out of me until I fall asleep in your arms unable to take anymore. I want us to take each other to places we've never found before, arousing each other to the fullest. |
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Submissive Heart...Spirited Soul
Within the heart of every submissive, lies a spirit as fierce as that of the tigers. Just as the spirit of the tiger shall never be tamed so too the spirit of the submissive shall never weaken. For without ones spirit we do not really live. |
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Life Lessons
There was a time in life when I remembered to stop and smell the flowers, when I took time for me, and when I remembered the value of laughter. There was a time that I couldn't be beat, determination and drive pushing me forward. Sometimes along the way I stumbled but damned if I would allow myself to fall. I thought that I had it all figured out in my wise 30+ years. And then came the humbling moment when I realized I really didn't have a clue. This time of month kind of tugs at my heart, its special to me, and I need to remember it. Its taken me a long time to come to terms with it and I don't know that I ever really fully will. For awhile I tried to fight it, yep still the same old woman who had not yet come to terms with herself. I mean really couldn't I just etch that time out of my mind, shut my heart off, I'm me, remember? I don't fall! I'm hear to tell you that is not realistic. None the less this is our place, our memories, the good, the bad, and even the ugly.
I once came to know a man that has forever etched a place in my heart. This is a tribute to him and all that he taught me. Please share in my smiles as I think back over the wisdom that he shared with me and the lessons that he taught me. I hear his voice speaking to me when I least expect it. No longer do I push the voice away, its impossible, his words of strength, wisdom, and courage are forever a part of me.
Lesson One: Don't say things out of anger that you will have to apologize for later.
So many times this simple phrase has played through my mind just when the words are about to escape my mouth that I really don't mean. Many times this teaching has kept me from inserting my foot into my mouth and saved me from saying something that I would only regret when the brief moment of frustration or anger over something trivial had passed. That voice that speaks so clearly to me has saved me many times over. Yes, I can be a hot head. Yes my mouth can get ahead of me. This phase has taught me to step back from the situation and not speak until I have sorted out my thoughts and come to terms with what I really want to say and I how I really feel. Its kept me from adding nasty phrases to my vocabulary that really don't belong there.
Thank you for this lesson.
Lesson Two: Be Safe Out There!
As mothers we always want our children to do whats right, we want to protect them and keep them safe. We want them to follow all the rules and we want them to not tread on dangerous waters. I remember many phrases that my mother used to say that I now say to my own children and shake my head when I do it. Yes I'm walking in her footsteps as a mother. This phrase however is one that I find myself using frequently with my own children that came from someone who was just as wise as my mother and father, he had lived and experienced a whole lot more of the world than I had. Its a phrase that I just don't hear at one specific moment in life, but in many aspects of my life. Its music to my ears when I get in the car and think I don't need to wear my seatbelt. It brings a smile to my face when I turn the deadbolts on the doors at night. But most importantly its a gentle reminder when I'm hesitating in a situation that perhaps may lead to be over my head and ability to handle. It reminds me to turn away.
Thank you for this lesson.
Which leads me to the next lesson...
Lesson Three: Don't put yourself in the kind of situation that may bring you harm. If the potential is there to get hurt get out of there. Ok, yes, I've been known to make a few dumb moves in the course of my lifetime. Then look back and ask how the hell that happened. The answer was simple really. I didn't look ahead at the potential that I may be harmed or put in a situation that was above my head. True most of the times I got out of there with my skin in tack, but not until after sweating a bit about how to get out of there. Or having it brought to my attention later that had I not been there I wouldn't have been in that situation. Its taught me to look ahead at the potential for disaster. My feet aren't so quick to tread dangerous water anymore. It makes me stop a minute to ask myself if I really need or want to be in this situation. No more great jumps of faith that I can handle anything that comes my way. Thank you for this lesson. Lesson Four: Acceptance of the words "Be Safe Out There" Please, really, like I'm not safe when I leave. Do I really need someone acting like my father and giving me a lecture before I leave? Does he really think I can't handle myself out there? I'm a strong indepedent woman. Yes, it took me a long time to change my attitude on this one. I believe there was a time that I inserted my foot in my mouth and had to apologize for something I said before I finally accepted the words "Be Safe Out There." We all need reminders that someone else cares for us. We need to be reminded that they are thinking of us and our safety. They are not lecturing, rather giving a dose of love. A gentle reminder that if we are hurt, because they love us, so to will they be. We need to be reminded to care for ourselves when we allow ourselves to become to wrapped up in everything else. We get so busy in day to day life that we often forget to take time to do the simple things that keep us safe. We are busy talking on cell phones, putting sunglasses on, turning a corner, and all the while forgetting the simple act of buckling up. Yes I do need these gentle reminds. I'm not so indepedent that I don't need to be reminded to take care of myself.
Thank you for this lesson.
Lesson Five: Believe In Yourself Thank you for all the encouragement you gave me. Even when I didn't believe any longer in myself, you forced me to see that I was still strong. You didn't let me wither in self pity, but forced me to get on my feet again. And when I didn't believe, you believed enough for the both of us, and picked me back up again. Many times you showed me the courage that I needed when my steps began to falter. Its something we all need to be reminded of. Believe in yourselves, no one else will believe in you if you don't. When I didn't think I had the strength to go on a hand reached out to me in all his wisdom and showed me the way.
Thank you for this lesson.
Lesson Six: Don't let an opportunity pass to show and express your love to someone. Too often, we forget to say the simple words "I love you" or we say them without meaning or thought. We get caught up in the day to day hussle and we are running our mouths on every topic that filled our day before we have even paused to tell the one we love "I love you" He taught me how important these simple words were to express. He taught me that now matter how bad life is, how bad the day was, it doesn't look so bad after you take a minute to breath and share, express your love to that very special person in your life. They are words of comfort. Words that envelope you and make you breath easier. Three words that make your heart a little lighter, and can't help but bring a smile to your face when spoken from the one who means so very much to you. They are calming words. Don't forget to say I love you often, every chance you get.
Thank You For This Lesson
Lesson Seven: Don't get so caught up in life that you forget what really matters and take for granted that there is always tomorrow to get it done. This is one of the hardest lessons of all that I had to learn. I'm famous for having ninety things on my plate. I shuffle them all around, trying to make them all work. I'm like a clock maker trying to put together all the pieces to make it tick perfectly. But sometimes I get so caught up in making it all fit together, that I misplace some of the most important pieces. I scamble to pick up this piece, and a bit of that piece, and one from here and there. Before you know it you can't find them anymore, they are lost forever. My head is spinning trying to grasp all the pieces. Your left with the extra pieces that never really fit in the scheme of things anyway. They cluttered over the parts that mattered and kept them out of view. You kept pushing them to the edge for later, and when you weren't looking they fell off the plate. It was a hard lesson to learn, perhaps the hardest of my short lifetime. In the grand scheme of things you have to really watch that the extra things don't clutter your time for the things that really make life worth living.
Thank you for this lesson.
There were many more lessons that I learned and that I cherish still. It's a subject that I could write for hours and it would never be complete. I was fortunate to have my life touched by such a wise and gentle soul. I hope that I can pass the lessons of life that he gave to me on to some of you. I hope that as you read this you smile along with me as you read about the many times I stumbled. Yes, I'm still growing and learning. The lessons aren't over and I have a long way to go. But an angel once walked into my life and changed my outlook on life forever, he enriched my life, and made me a better person. Even today when I feel overwhelmed, and life seems too much I feel a hand on my shoulder reminding me to slow down. When its late at night and I find myself behind the wheel driving home tired, and my eyes start to feel heavy, I hear a voice reminding me that I have girls to make it home to, "Be Safe".
Sometime in your lives, you will be touched by someone that you will never be able to thank enough for all that they gave you. There are not words that can explain all that they meant. You'll find yourself remembering for years that follow the wisdom that they shared with you. You'll find yourself greatly humbled after knowing them. You will stand in awe of the great creature that has been put on this earth to roam and touch the lives of others. You will know deeply in your heart that you were touched by an angel. Thank you for being the angel needed to touch my life. Thank you for making me a better person |
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Caught In The Act
In Wisconsin there is lots of room to run and play. Places tucked away in the middle of nowhere, where you can often expect not to see another soul. Peaceful, quiet, and with the right person romantic. Surrounded by trees, the bald eagles soaring over head and the innocent doe that walks through with her little fawns. Its a good place to drive around and find a place to park and just enjoy an intriguing conversation with a lover whom you've missed.
Tucked away in the Northwoods of Wisconsin is our little cabin. Out amongst the cabin, over the years I have come to know and love many of the back roads that are frequently so empty. I've enjoyed the beauty of the woods around me and all the treasures that it holds. So many exquisite things to see that you miss in the city. Its so quiet that you hear even the snap of a twig as the animals move about.
Often I will drive around and just enjoy my surroundings. Even after all these years there is always something new and exciting to see. Sharing my special place with a lover only makes it that much more beautiful.
After a long day of work it was wonderful to walk outside and see the face of someone whom always brings a smile to my face. I knew that look in his eye when he pulled up and invited him to go for a ride. It had been so long since I had seen him and I missed his laughter, his hugs, kisses, and most of all the conversation that flows so freely between us. It felt so good to talk and feel his fingers interlaced with my own as we ventured through the back roads of Wisconsin, catching up on each others lives.
The long stretches between seeing one another only makes the wait that much sweeter when we meet again. His soft caresses as we drive always make me purr and how I manage to hold a conversation when he is touching me is a miracle in itself. He knows just where to touch me to send shivers down my spine with a seemingly innocent touch. He knows just how to softly caress my hair to take all the days worries away and leave me totally free to enjoy him. His hands kneed my neck muscles just strongly enough to take my tension away and I'm incapable of preventing the soft moan that escapes me.
There is a certain 'safety' or 'comfort zone' in his strong dominant presence. I know that when I am with him I can be free to be me. I know that he will care for me and keep me safe. Its one of the rare times that I can just let the worries of the day drain away and feel perfectly at ease letting someone else make the decisions for once.
After so many days apart neither of us intended to let this occasion pass without touching one another and expressing the passion that we hold for each other. At times our passion tends to override our sanity and it was without a second thought that I pulled on to an old logging road when he told me to pull over.
It didn't take more than seconds after the car was in park that our hands were roaming each others bodies and our mouths met in a deep, passionate, long awaited kiss. I love how soft his lips feel as they trail along my neck and down my cleavage. His strong hands cupping my breasts as he teases my nipple to a firm peak. His mouth quickly taking my nipple in and gently sucking it in to his warm wet mouth leaves me struggling to breath. A strong hand softly slipping up my side tickling my flesh and leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. Time and time again I am in awe of how quickly my body responds to him and my pussy is wet and begging for his touch. His endless teasing drives me wild.
When he touches me I am under his spell and he knows just how to make my hips dance for him. I can feel his strength beneath my hands as I touch him. His cock is out of reach as he holds me where he wants me to explore my body. Even in the cramped quarters of my car; with a center counsel to divide us he manages to drive me insane with his touch. I'm lost in my own world of pleasure and passion that he has created, my body is on fire with need for him.
I love how he looks into my eyes and forces me to hold his gaze. The look that he gives me speaks more than a thousand words ever could. There is never a doubt that his passion for me matches that of mine for him.
I know that I need out of the confines of the car, need to be free to explore his body. Finally he takes mercy on me and allows me the freedom of the outdoors. Without hesitancy my fingers fumble to loosen his belt. He smiles knowing that the feelings he has created in me leave me helpless to perform this seemingly simple task. As his hands work to free his thick cock from the confines of his clothing; I squat before him. My tongue tracing my lips in anticipation of having him in my mouth. A loud moan echoes through the woods around us as I see his hardness barely inches from my face. His hands weave through my hair to hold my head back as he runs the head of his cock over my lips and face to tease me. I reach my tongue out to flicker over the swollen head and give him a look that clearly says two can play this game. My lips part waiting for his cock to fill my mouth and when he finally slips between my soft lips I enjoy the sound of pure pleasure that I hear from him.
His body feels so good beneath my hands as they are free to roam over his flesh. Fingertips kneading into his ass to pull him deeper into my waiting mouth. My nails slip up and down his sides and tease the outer edges of his nipples; lips and tongue moving up and down his glorious shaft.
My heart is racing and I can't help but think that at any moment even out here someone could stumble along and catch us like this. This thought only drives my adrenaline level higher and makes me want to pleasure him all the more. I know he is enjoying himself as his hips rock to drive himself deeper into my throat. Knowing how much he loves to feel his balls in my mouth, I let his cock slip from my lips and kiss my way down his length. I look up at him as my mouth opens and I gently take them in and suckle him. I can hear his breathing grow harder and his hands reaching to pull me up.
His voice as he growls in my ear that he needs to fuck me makes me shiver and moan knowing what is to come. I feel his hands yanking my pants off and my body being pushed forward as he bends me over the car. My pussy in plain view of anyone that might drive by on the road. He pushes my feet farther apart with his own as his fingertips find my clit and I can hear my own screams ringing through the trees. My hands sprawled out on the cold metal of the car trying to grasp it in vain. My legs quiver as I feel him slide the hot flesh of his cock against my pussy and slowly glide over it fucking my hard swollen clit. His hands digging into my muscles as he firmly holds my hips in place.
He gets my pussy so wet I can feel it dripping over my clit and onto his cock. My throat is dry from my screams of passion as he drives me over the edge more times than I can begin to count. I need him inside me so badly, but he is not ready to give in. His voice is a distant sound as he tells me he wants to taste my pussy. I'm incoherent as his hands guide me to the car and I feel him lift my foot to hook it over the front seat as he gently lays me back. My other foot quickly reaches to the ceiling to spread myself open before him.
No more waiting, I can't take anymore and he knows it. His fingers enter me swiftly as his tongue flickers across my waiting clit. I let out scream after scream as my pussy clamps down around his fingers to pull him in deeper and not let him go. My leather seat is wet and slippery as my cum slips down between my ass.
It turns me on even more to hear his moans as he enjoys the taste of my sweet cum filling his mouth. My heart beats quickly as he slips his fingers only to slip three back in, stretching my pussy even more than before. His fingers curled up into my gspot as he strokes me. My whole body shaking in front of him as my hips lift and fall to meet his fingers and tongue. My own fingers finding my nipples to toy with them.
His drive to give me pleasure seemingly endless. He takes me to levels not ever reached before. He knows my body as though it is his own as he manipulates me for my own pleasure. His touch simply divine. There are no inhibitions as I lay before him, no holding back. My body is taken with orgasm after orgasm until I beg him to fuck me. Just as he rises from his knees to enter me I see him look over and wave. The smile on his face shines brightly as he pulls me close, looks down at me and says baby we should probably get dressed we have given them enough of a show.
As I slowly turn my head I see what he is looking at. Right on the main road where the logging road joins are two men in a truck. Yes, in all our heated passion we didn't even notice they had stopped to enjoy the view. They didn't honk or yell simply sat there and took it all in. A live porno in front of them for them to partake in. And when it was over they simply drove away to allow us to dress before climbing back in the car giggling and kissing. Two adults with so much passion for one another that the world is our playground without care. Those far away, seemingly remote spots of the wilderness more crowded than one realizes. For a few precious moments in time two adults reliving the carefree days of our teenage years. |
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We rarely get a chance to see another country's editorial about the USA. The article was written by Mr. Cornel Nistorescu and published under the title 'C'ntarea Americii, meaning 'Ode To American' in the Romanian newspaper Evenimentulzilei 'The Daily Event' or 'News of the Day'
~An Ode to America~
Why are Americans so united? They would not resemble one another even if you painted them all one color! They speak all the languages of the world and form an astonishing mixture of civilizations and religious beliefs.
Still, the American tragedy turned three hundred million people into a hand put on the heart. Nobody rushed to accuse the White House, the Army, or the Secret Service that they are only a bunch of losers. Nobody rushed to empty their bank accounts. Nobody rushed out onto the streets nearby to gape about. Instead the Americans volunteered to donate blood and to give a helping hand.
After the first moments of panic, they raised their flag over the smoking ruins, putting on T-shirts, caps and ties in the colors of the national flag. They placed flags on buildings and cars as if in every place and on every car a government official or the president was passing. On every occasion, they started singing:"God Bless America!"
I watched the live broadcast and rerun after rerun for hours listening to the story of the guy who went down one hundred floors with a woman in a wheelchair without knowing who she was, or of the Californian hockey player, who gave his life fighting with the terrorists and prevented the plane from hitting a target that could have killed other hundreds or thousands of people.
How on earth were they able to respond united as one human being? Imperceptibly, with every word and musical note, the memory of some turned into a modern myth of tragic heroes. And with every phone call, millions and millions of dollars were put into a collection aimed at rewarding not a man or a family, but a spirit, which no money can buy.
What on earth can unite the Americans in such a way? Their land? Their history? Their economic Power? Money?
I tried for hours to find an answer, humming songs and murmuring phrases with the risk of sounding commonplace, I thought things over, I reached but only one conclusion... Only freedom can work such miracles..
Cornel Nistorescu
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Her beauty spills out around her as she lays before me, exposed, naked, and ready to be loved. Dark curly hair framing her face, full pouty lips eager to be kissed, a look of hunger evident in her gorgeous eyes. My tongue slips over my lips as I watch her reveal herself to me. Voluptuous breasts jutting upward as she thrusts her chest out proudly, her nipples forming hard peaks just waiting to be suckled. Her creamy white thighs are spread widely enough that I can see her engorged clit peeking out between her full pussy lips. My fingertips lightly caress the soft skin of her inner thigh as I kneel between between her legs, working my way up from her ankles in a trail of gentle, teasing kisses.
She softly releases a sigh of pleasure as my tongue and lips creep closer to the center of her womanhood. I run my nails in a whisper of a touch up both of her inner thighs just before my tongue teases at her swollen clit. Her first cry of ecstacy driving me to take her to a higher plane of pleasure. My tongue constantly flickering over her clit as my finger slips inside of her little hole. As her cries grow louder and more urgent I bury my face in her sweetness, sucking in her clit, making hips thrust against me in a fury. As the first wave of orgasm overcomes her I bury my tongue deeply into her hole to partake of the juices of passion that spill from her inner depths. The scent of her pleasure wafts into my nostrils. My own pussy becomes wet as I drink from her fountain of pleasure.
A dangerously seductive temptress preying upon this enchanted woman that offers herself to me. My tongue swirls and teases around her clit as I take from her again and again, drawing pleasure from her pleasure, forcing her into a state of euphoria. As I lay on my tummy between her legs I can feel my hot cum dripping over my clit soaking the sheets beneath me. Her body moves rhythmically to the pace set by my tongue. The shrill cries that escape her fill the room as she succumbs to another wave of pleasure.
I pull back just enough to be able to watch the convulsing of her tight little hole pushing another steady stream of cum from her depths. Her screams are demanding as she begs to be fucked. I quickly plunge a long thick dildo into her; completely filling and stretching her eager pussy. Her pussy is stretched to its limits to accomodate the huge fuck toy. Her hips buck wildly off the bed meeting each of my thrusts into her. Driving the dildo deeply into her womb fast and furiously. She screams to me as her entire body shudders, her fingertips pinching and tugging at her own nipples. I slow the pace and let my eyes run down her gorgeous body as I watch her in this state of bliss that I have taken her to. As she lays drained on the bed I ease the dildo from her and ever so gently run my tongue from her opening up over her clit watching her overly sensitive body jerk beneath my touch.
As I lay beside her and pull her into my arms my lips tease her mouth open to allow her to taste her sweetness from my tongue. Her hands caress my skin so softly as she wimpers and purrs as we lay together loving. My own moans rumble from my throat as she sucks my nipple into the warmth of her mouth. And so it begins, another round of pleasure, hours more loving before we exhaust each other |
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There is beauty in his soul that shines though in the look in his eyes as I look up to meet his gaze. Soft, warm, smiling yet without a doubt confident in his Dominance. No need to be overpowering he knows and is certain of his position. When he looks down at me with his hypnotic eyes forcing me to look into them, leans over to kiss me; my lips are drawn to meet his. A passionate lover who is quick to weave his web and leave you wanting only to give him pleasure, a man of substance, a skilled lover in the art of loving. His touch is elegantly soft, yet fiercely demanding, the perfect combination that forces the blood to pulsate through ones veins hotly and her heart beat to quicken.
The passion in his kisses as his hands tease at my cunt makes my hips naturally gyrate as I beg him with my body not to stop. His deep voice in my ear as he commands that I not cum leaves me whimpering and whining as I fight to bring myself back under control. Relentless in his game of teasing he leaves me with only one choice, will he lick my pussy or will I chose to pleasure him orally instead?
Forced to chose yet, the choice is an easy one. How can I resist seeing his pleasure as my tongue teases at his thickness after he has made me dance to his touch? My words are a purr in answer, "please let me suck your cock". As his hands weave into my hair and firmly yank my head back I can feel my hair almost giving way at the roots as he forces me to his groin with a growl to be a good little slut.
His pleasure becomes mine as my lips part to suck and stroke his throbbing shaft. My clit engorges and hardens to match the hardness of his cock in my throat as I take my pleasure from pleasing him. And as his Dominant nature reigns free so to will he dictate this moment as he quickly brings me to a stop taking his glorious cock from my lips so that his tongue may dance with mine.
Only when he has had enough kisses am I allowed to enjoy the feel of his hardness filling my mouth while his swollen head dips into my throat. My tongue and lips eager to explore and figure out his pleasure, rewarded when his cock throbs violently as his cum spills into my throat. Each throb sending another hot stream of cum down my throat as I swallow, devouring every last drop of the seed that he offers to feed my submissive soul. Contentment flows through my body as I curl up into him with a soft sigh of pleasure. |
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PARTY TIME!
Just a monthly get together of friends both in the bdsm lifestyle and vanilla swingers. Come on out and make some new friends, share some laughter, do some flirting. The band "Crush" is playing at the bar that night. The party does have an outside area that will be blocked off for our group only. Look for the signs that say W. C. S. F. party and thats where you will find all of us. Please come and introduce yourselves so we can give you Mardi Gras beads so people know who is part of the group. The bar is located right down the road from The Plaza hotel if you need to stay over. Heres the details....
Location: Tailgate Bar in Eau Claire Wisconsin
When: Saturday May 31st
Time: 8:00 p.m. until close
Please r.s.v.p and I'd be happy to share more details with you. Hope to see some of you there!
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Goose bumps happen when your soul is close to you, breathing lightly on the back of your neck, and wakes you up.~Rachel Remen
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Written for a man whom I've come to know and respect.
The Leather Pride Flag
The Stitches Are.....
Imperfect, symbolic of the imperfect soul that I am. Struggling to find my place within this lifestyle and better understand who I am.
Imperfect, just like the imperfect submissive that I am. Seeking to acquire the knowledge and wisdom within in your hands and under your guidance to become a submissive who is a pleasure and not a chore.
Stitch after stitch in a ongoing pattern just as I continue taking step after step on this amazing walk of self discovery. Sometimes stumbling, sometimes falling, dedicated to getting back up, learning from my mistakes and continuing this walk which I have begun.
The Seams Symbolic Of.....
My solemn promise not to allow myself to be swayed off from this path by those that lurk seeking to dissuade me. An affirmation of my dedication to learn beneath you and not seek answers from others less worthy than you.
The threads firmly and tightly bind the seams together. They come together just as we do that you may enhance my experience, direct my learning, and guide my growth in my submission in the proper direction.
The Black Stripes Symbolic Of....
Strength. Bold and strong like you. The blackness a perfect depiction of my vision of you...
A Strong Sir, Master, Leader, and Dominant
An Omnipotent Presence
A Powerful Ebony King who walks with Confidence in who He is
It's a reminder of the leather strands of your floggers that so expertly and precisely strike and mark my flesh. Its the darkness of this realm into which we enter.
The Blue Stripes Symbolic Of....
The Sea of Knowledge which you have attained with years of experience and your dedication to the lifestyle.
Your cool and confident spirit.
Your superiority.
Your ability to calmly and patiently guide.
They are the color of the vibrant bruises that only Your floggers and paddles decorate my flesh in. It's the color of the huge ocean that I wade in attempting to swim and keep my head above water as I cross from a vanilla lifestyle deeper into the leather lifestyle; gaining the knowledge along the way that I need to make it across the vast space.
The White Stripes Symbolic Of......
Your honest nature.
Your peaceful spirit.
Your guiding light that keeps me focused and out of harms way.
The purity of your teachings.
Its the neutral ground in which our vanilla lives mend with the leather lifestyle that we love. My promise to honestly and openly communicate with you my feelings, desires, thoughts, and limits for as long as you choose to continue to lead me on this journey.
The Red Heart Symbolic Of...
Your beautiful heart.
Your openness.
Your caring soul.
It's my heart open and willing to learn from you, experience with you, and be led wherever it is you may take me. It's the trust that I have in my heart for you that you will always keep me safe and out of harms way.
Your power over me.
Your fierceness.
Your passion in the lifestyle.
How my heart bleeds when I know that I have caused you disappointment or frustration. Its the fire and passion that sears through my veins for you. It's the eroticism of the pain transforming to pleasure as you cast your spell like a magical sorcerer. |
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Surgical Update...The Prince Has Come Home
We made it through surgery and our dog is home!!! Yes, we our through phase one of this very lengthy process and into day three of 112 days of rehabilitation. My daughters are quickly becoming wonderful nurses and physical therapists, both are a huge help. It's a pretty intense rehabilitation process with physical therapy three times a day in addition to hot/cold packs applied three times a day. By the end of this process I should have some amazing biceps as he weighs in at roughly 175 lbs!
No walking this week except on a leash and only to go the bathroom. This is the hard part, have you ever tried to keep an energetic dog down, no easy task! The pain killers that they have him on unfortunately are causing him some added anxiety but the other alternative is the pain; which is just too intense at this point post surgery.
112 days and counting!!! |
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A great leader once said "Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter"~~Martin Luther King Jr.
This applies to many things in our lives. When you read it, it forces you to ponder if you show the same courage he had and speak up and make your voice heard on the things that really matter. Or...do you keep your opinions and beliefs to yourself too afraid to rock the boat? Do you stand by when you see things go wrong or do you stand up for the little guy that you see being harassed?
It takes a lot of courage to speak out and stand up for what we believe in, especially when we are the minority in the group with those beliefs. You often observe people sit by silently and use the excuse that they don't want to impose their beliefs on another. Isn't it diversity that makes the world go around though? If we all had the same opinions our world would be a very boring place.
Many of us want to see change in the world yet when it comes right down to it we are not willing to speak out for that change. We are not willing to put ourselves on the line to see those changes happen. Rather we sit back in silence and watch the world go by just how it is and then complain that things are not right and good in our world.
Our great leaders of the past had the courage to stand up and speak out for what they believed in. Many times today when a controversial subject is brought to the table, even among friends, the conversation is ended before it begins as to avoid rocking the boat.
Martin Luther King Jr. also said, "The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands in times of trouble and controversy."
Do we have the courage to speak out against those that we call friends when their morals are not our own. It not only defines the difference between a real man/woman but also how much courage lays within us. It defines the difference between a leader and a follower. The words of Martin Luther King Jr. can be used in many different contexts, in the end they come back full circle. Do we stand up for what we believe in or do we cower away to ashamed or too much of a coward to voice our beliefs and speak on that which really matters. |
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THE DOLL AND THE ROSE !!!
I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a Cashier hand this little boy some money back. The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.
The Cashier said, "I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll." Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?'' The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to
buy this doll, my dear.''
Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look around. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this
doll to. 'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.' I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.
But he replied to me sadly. 'No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.' His eyes were so sad while saying this. 'My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her
to give it to my sister.'' My heart nearly stopped.
The little boy looked up at me and said: 'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.' Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me 'I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me.'
'I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.' Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly. I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''
'OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.' I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money. The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!' Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!''
'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.'' 'My mommy loves white roses.'
A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket. I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I
started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.
Then I remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical
state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy?
Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away. I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people
to see and make last wishes before her burial.
She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever.... The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine.
And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.
Author Unknown
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I've come to notice that half of the people who view my profile have no pics on theirs....why do you suppose that is? Maybe it is just me but I like to see the eyes or the smile of the person that contacts me. Just my thought for the evening. |
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Seduced With A Kiss
I love how he lures me in with his kisses after a period of not seeing each other. It as though meeting for the first time all over again. The intensity, the passion, the lust that spills from one to another as we come together again as lovers.
The fierceness and fire that spills from his eyes captures me as he stops to hold my gaze while slowly leaning in. Soft caress of a hand against my cheek when he whispers how much he enjoys me. The strong hand along my back that pulls me in closer while kneading the tense muscles of up along my back. Rapturing my body, meeting my waiting lips in a serious of soft kisses that trail down along my cheek as his fingers tilt my chin. I love how he is able to send shivers up my spine with his touch.
Without will I find my lips parting; aching to receive his tongue. The anticipation leaves my legs weak as I hear him whisper into my ear, his hot breath makes goose bumps rise on my flesh. My breasts press into his strong chest as he pulls me close and slowly parts my full lips with his tongue. Eager for his kiss, my tongue quickly meets his in a tango of heated lust. I can feel my nipples harden against his chest as our tongues dance together. Of their own will, my hips slowly gyrate against him; enticing him to explore with me.
I can hear myself purring as he allows me to breathe continuing his assault on my lips with a series of slow teasing kisses. My long nails run up and down his spine with a touch as light as a feather, producing a deep groan from his throat. I love the strength of his body beneath my hands as they caress him. As our passions kindle I feel his hands wrapping through my hair to pull my head back and leave my neck unveiled, exposed, for his light playful bites.
The look in his eyes before his tongue drives between my lips saying all without words spoken. Yes, I belong to him. I'm his for tonight. The fire he has created blazing through my veins.
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From The Infection Control Center
During an hour's swimming at a municipal pool you will ingest 1/12 liter of urine.
In an average day your hands will come in indirect contact with 15 penises. (touching door handles, etc.)
An average person's yearly fast food intake will contain 12 pubic hairs.
In a year you will have swallowed 14 insects--while you slept!
Annually you will shake hands with 11 women who have recently masturbated and failed to wash their hands.
Annually you will shake hands with 36 men who have recently masturbated and failed to wash their hands.
In a lifetime 22 workmen will have examined the contents of your dirty linen basket.
At an average wedding reception you have a 1/100 chance of contracting a cold sore from one of the guests.
Daily you will breath in 1 liter of other peoples anal gasses.
Have a great day....AND WASH YOUR DAMN HANDS!!!!
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"The greatest gifts you can give your children are the roots of responsibility and the wings of independence."~Denis Waitley
My friends know me as a woman with a very loving heart. I stand strong in my beliefs. Raised by parents who taught me that to never know hurt is to have never loved fiercely and unconditionally. You can't have love without hurt. Like yin and yang they are two parts of a whole. At some point in life when you love deeply and completely then you must also know hurt on the same level. What a shame it would be to walk through life and never feel love on that level.
I've raised my own children the same way. They both have open hearts and tend to care for people and creatures on a very deep level. Sometimes what seems like the simple things in life turn out to be a life lesson.
Eight years ago the girls and I picked out a puppy together and he has been a proud part of our family ever since. I also remember the day that we got him sitting down and talking to my children about how a puppy is a lifetime committment. Its not something that you can decide tomorrow is too much hassle and drop it off at the local dog pound. With a puppy also comes a huge amount of financial responsiblity. Just like having a child their whole lives depend on you. The quality of their lives can only be as good as the level of care and love that their owners give them. They don't get to pick and choose and they are at our mercy to do what we will.
Yet, in return, as pet owners we are given unconditional love and loyalty. All they ask of us is a little love, proper care, and attention and that puppy blossoms in to a beautiful lifelong companion.
Today our oldest dog tripped while racing across the yard. As fate would have it, the fall tore his ligament in one of his knees. This means the knee is no longer attached and he can bear no weight on this leg, essentially, making his leg useless. In a dog his size this is a major injury with no easy answer and a small list of options. As the vet told me my options today my heart sunk. Option 1, a new and experimental surgery, with a price tag of $3000.00. Option 2, a less than superior surgery, price tag $1200.00. Option 3, and where the tears start falling without will, put him down. After much discussion and education from the vet he sent me home to think things through.
I knew this couldn't be my decision alone. This is the dog that crawls into bed with my children each night. He's the one that more than once has kept them out of harms way as they grew. Simply put he has become a member of our family.
While I knew in my heart before I walked in that door that I probably wouldn't have the courage to put him down my decision was affirmed when I talked to my daughters. My own words were repeated back to me out of the mouths of my daughters, "he was our responsbility". And in the words of my oldest, "you don't shoot your best friend if they break a leg". I explained to them the cost, the surgery, and the 16 weeks of care and rehabilitation that he would need. And then I picked up the phone and scheduled his surgery.
Yes, he's just a dog. I know I'm going to hear that a few times from people. He is just a dog, but he's our dog, and a loyal and faithful friend. We are going to see this thing to the end, together, he's given us his loyalty and love and now its time to show him our loyalty to him for the years he has given us.
Tonight the girls have hauled in the twin sized mattress from the camper, put sheets and a comforter on it and tucked the prince into bed. The youngest has donated one of her pillows to him so that he may rest his head on it. I've converted from human nurse to dog nurse and administered medication.
Tomorrow my bank account will be a lot smaller, and I'll work a few extra hours. But my heart will be rich in love and I can look back to today and know that I have given my daughters "the roots of responsibility".
They understand what it means to love unconditionally. They understand committment to another creature, and most importantly they understand what a great responsiblity it is to have anothers life and well being in your hands. They have learned love.
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Its amazing how just a look from him gives me goose bumps, send shivers down my spine, and lights my face with a smile. His sparkling eyes, so full of life and expression. His laughter shines there, his worries spill forth from those eyes, and his passion overflows with just a look.
As I walk through the door his arms pull me in and our lips find each other in a beautifully passionate kiss. There is no more waiting, nothing standing between us, just two souls coming together, two bodies that will join as one. The atmosphere perfect for a meeting between two lovers.
So much to share with him by way of conversation yet the bedroom calling to me, pulling me in. I know that all that I crave and desire can be found within those four walls.
The bed so comfy and welcoming. The soft sounds of the music floating through the air gently easing any tension from me. So many pillows to snuggle in with. The scene before me making me purr as I crawl in and lay my head down. My lips curve into a smile as the scent of his manhood drifts into my nostrils.
Sometimes I think he thinks I need a lesson in patience as he makes me wait for him to join me. Yes, just a couple short minutes seem like hours when all I want is to explore his body and feel him naked next to me. Without looking I can feel his presence in the room and know that he is drawing close to me.
His strong hands reach for me, working over the tight stress filled muscles in my back. I can do nothing but purr and moan as he takes me to heaven for those few precious minutes. The magical touch of his fingers working down my spine is simply divine. I can feel my body relaxing beneath his fingers. If I didn't want him so badly right now I would fall off to sleep.
His kisses bring me back to him as he joins me in the bed. Our tongues exploring one another. Hands softly caressing. My tongue flickering over his nipple as my nails slither over his gorgeous body to enclose his hard shaft within my fingers.
My lips wander down his body slowly trailing to his hardness. He knows how much I enjoy having his thick hard dick in my mouth, how wet my pussy gets when I can taste him. My lips and tongue skillfully enticing his dick deeper within my throat. My heart is happy knowing that I can give him back a piece of the pleasure that he gives me time after time. My pussy grows wet knowing that he enjoys when I love him with my mouth. I find my pleasure within his, hips dancing, body squirming as my pussy convulses in orgasm.
He always seems to sense when I can't take anymore and need him within the depths of my pussy. My legs spread of their own will as he moves between them quickly entering me, filling me so deeply and completely. He knows exactly what I need and how I need it as he strokes his dick into me bringing us both higher and higher. My hips lift as he drives deeper into me, my voice ragged as I call out to him. My body convulses as his hot cum squirts deeply into my pussy. Two bodies joined as one as our souls come together in one powerful orgasm.
As I curl up next to him my pussy continues to contract and quiver for many minutes after we are apart. I lay my head on his tummy so that I can suckle the juices of our passion from his dick and find myself drifting off to sleep.
I know I'm safe under his watch. I am free to drift off without the worries of the world weighing on me. He has eased the tension from me, drained my body, and set my spirit free. My slumber is peaceful and deep as I lay close to him. His body heat keeping me warm as I drift in dreamland, wrapped tightly in the blankets, secure.
I don't know how much time passed while I slept and it doesn't matter. What matters is waking up in his arms. Feeling his hands gently squeezing my breasts. His warm breath on my neck. His fingertips teasing my nipples to hard peaks. Slowly waking me from my slumber with his sweet caresses. My need for him just as great when I wake as before I slept. His fingers taunting my nipples making me wet for him once again. My pussy never ceasing to become wet with his touch on my body.
I bring myself to my knees and watch in the mirror as he enters me from behind so deeply. I can feel his hardness splitting me open, my pussy wrapped so tightly around his dick. Only seconds pass before my pussy gushes hot cum all over his dick and I feel him shoot his own hot cum into me once again. The look on his face intense as he drains his balls deep inside of me. Our passion no less the second time he takes me.
The orgasms that he draws from me leave me depleted. Like a little girl I simply snuggle in and whimper and purr in his arms. My mind lost in another realm. His lovemaking is like a drug that leaves me incoherent, floating on clouds, before softly coming back to this plain.
And this just the beginning of our hours together. His passion is endless. Spirit like a fierce tiger. His life experiences more diverse and great than that of many men who walk this earth. Experiences that have made him what he is today. They have molded him into the gentle yet fierce gentleman that he is today. The gift that he gives me of total freedom in his arms and in his presence a precious gift. A quiet peacefulness washes over and allows me to be free without worries, cared for, protected, under his watch.
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People are like stained-glass windows.
They sparkle and shine when the sun is out,
but when the darkness sets in,
their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within.
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Moments of Passion...A Lesson in Patience
I can't wait to see his gorgeous face again and feel the warmth of his strong arms as they wrap around me pulling me close in a hug when I walk through the door. Something about those arms resembles security, a place of safety, somewhere to be that is carefree.
The look of raw passion in his eyes when he looks down at me never fails to make me shiver. His eyes do me in everytime. There is hunger there. Laughter there. When you look into his eyes you can see the wisdom gained over his lifetime. And there is comfort and peace within those eyes. When you look into his eyes you can see the courage that he holds in his heart, gained only from life experiences. Its those eyes that tell me much about what he is as a man. With just a look he warms my heart and sets my soul at ease.
He pulls me close into a passionate kiss. His tongue searching for mine as he welcomes me into his arms. My hands move over him enjoying the feel of his muscles beneath my hands. He's been waiting for me to arrive and has only his pants on when I walk in. My lips leave a trail of kisses down his tummy, tongue teasing at his belly button. I quickly move to undo the button of his pants and release his zipper. His dick springs free from its confines, I drop to my knees and I lick my lips smiling as I slowly circle the head with my tongue. His hands wrap through my hair as he pulls my head back to run the head of his dick over my lips,teasing.
My lips part as he allows me a taste of his magestic dick. I take him in completely deep into my throat quickly working my throat muscles in a sucking swallowing motion around him. I want to give him all I can, I want him to know how much I've missed him, missed his touch, missed having his body next to mine. He allows me a few moments to savour his dick within my hot wet mouth before reaching to pull me to my feet. His hands quide me to the bedroom, the smell of the candles around the room invading my nostrils. He moves to stand behind me and undo the buttons of my blouse and his lips softly kiss my neck. I feel his hands release the clasp of my bra as my breasts spring free of the confining material. My own hands move to push my pants from my body. I feel his hardness against my full round ass as he pulls me close squeezing my breasts and my body reacting automatically pushes back against him. I hear him growl in my ear, "You must learn some patience".
Strong hands quide me to the bed forcing me to assume the position before him. His hands caressing my flesh. My panties are pushing into my swollen clit and I try in vain to thrust harder against them. Without warning his hand comes down on my full round ass in a stinging slap.His fingers dig into the muscles of my ass massaging hard as he eases the tension from my body. My writhing body is brought to a sudden stop with a quick series of slaps across my ass, setting my flesh on fire, making it tingle.
I feel his fingers slip my panties aside as he slowly slips one finger into my waiting pussy. My huge clit peeking out from between my pussy lips. His thumb finds my swollen clit as he slow fucks me with his long finger. As he enters me he is quick to find me gspot and torture me with his sweet touch. I feel my pussy quivering as his finger slips in and out of me soo slowly. I can't help thrusting back against him as he finger fucks me. My pussy getting wetter and wetter. I feel his fingers slip from my pussy and groan loudly. His hand quickly smacks my pussy.I hear him growl as he firmly says, "Patience, my slut".
I want to please him and force myself to be still. I'm rewarded with the soft touch of his hands as they ease over my now red ass soothing the stinging. His fingertips find their way down to my pussy as his palm teases over my lips and clit with a touch as light as a feather. I feel his fingers parting my lips as he slips two fingers into my opening. His fingers are barely inside of me when he starts to massage my clit with his thumb once again. I hear a deep throaty laugh as he hears me whimper, driving his fingers deeply into my wanting pussy. My pussy contracts around his fingers in a tight vice, begging him for more. His fingers moving in a come hither motion over my gspot before finger fucking me with long slow strokes. I feel my hips begin to move again but I can't stop. My pussy gushes hot sweet cum over his fingers and hand. As I ride the waves of orgasm he slips his fingers from me and brings his hand down on my ass hard. His body covers mine with a trail of kisses up my spine to whisper in my ear, "Patience". I still my body, my reward, his soft lips kissing the welts on my ass. I feel his hands kneading into the soles of my feet to calm me.
My moans are soft as I listen to his voice tell me, "You are a beautiful whore." I shiver as his fingers caress my inner thighs gently. I feel his fingers moving along my pussy again as he forces my tight hole to open to his three fingers. Stretching my pussy with his fingers as they gently massage my insides. I can hear his movements and know he is on his knees behind me when I feel his tongue flickering against my pulsating clit. His fingers fuck my tightness harder and faster as his tongue assaults my clit. Driving his fingers deep into me it feels as though there is only a thin layer of flesh between his tongue and fingers, pleasuring me inside and out. My heart beats so hard it feels like it will burst through my chest. Breathing so quickly I feel like I'm going to pass out. My pussy contracts violently and he has to use all his strength to keep his fingers buried deep in me. My hips thrusting against his fingers as he fucks me. The cum gushing from me dripping down over my clit and puddling on the sheet. All too soon his fingers slip from me and I feel his hand spanking first one then the other cheek of my ass. His voice is firm as he says once again, "Patience".
My moans are loud as feel his hard dick rub against my clit. I beg him to fuck me. His fingers grasp my clit and pinch it, rolling it, tugging at my swelling bud. With one quick thrust he enters me forcing his magestic dick deep inside of my womb. His fingers dig into my shoulders massaging deep into my muscles. I can feel his swollen head grinding against my gspot, making me whimper. I hear him ask, "Is this what you want baby?". Yes Master, Yes, fuck me I promise to be a good whore". Thinking that he has finally taken mercy on me, I thrust against his dick. I'm reminded with another firm smack on the ass, that he is calling the shots in this game of lust. Again I hear the word, "Patience", "Soon enough you will have what you need".
His hands slide down my ankles to release the scarf that binds them. Strong hands guide me to turn my body over. I feel him take my hands in his as he brings me to my feet before him. His hand softly touches my cheek as his lips meet mine. Our tongues tango in a kiss of pure passion and need. I feel his hand pulling my head back to expose my throat as he leaves a trail of kisses and gently suckles. His hand releases the knot of the scarf allowing me to see the look of desire in his eyes. My fingernails glide up and down his sides before circling his nipple and flickering my tongue over the hardened peak. I feel his hands grasping my breasts as he forces me to stand straight. Fingertips find my nipples and pinch them firmly rolling them in the tips of his fingers. My nipples hard and aching with his touch. I can feel the wet tip of his dick against me as his hips dance seductively. He looks into my eyes "I want to watch you clean your cum from my dick".
I look at him with a sly smile as I lick my lips so that he can see them glistening in the light. Squatting before him, I look up as my tongue runs along his dick tasting my sweet hot juices. My fingers dig firmly into the muscles of his ass pulling him into me, lips part as I slip his dick deep into my throat with one slow stroke, working my throat muscles in a sucking, swallowing motion around his shaft. My tongue and lips playing along his hardness in harmony as I slide back up to the sensitive head and suckle gently, before releasing him. My eyes never leave his as he watches me, my breasts press against his thighs. He can see my open mouth as I gently take his balls into my mouth to suckle my cum from them. I watch him as his head falls back and hear the deep moan from his throat. As I release his balls from the warmth of my mouth his hands pull me back to my feet.
I watch as he lays back on the bed, his dick standing proudly erect, making me hungry. There is a wicked look in his eyes as he growls at me "Fuck me, fuck me like a good whore should fuck her Master". My hands quickly remove my panties before straddling him. My pussy is just above his dick as he pulls me forward in a kiss. My hips circle slowly, I feel him thrust the swollen head against my clit. I can't hold back no more and feel his dick impale my pussy as I come down on him in one quick stroke.
My hands reach for the headboard for leverage to fuck him quick and hard. Riding him like a bull I shove his cock deep into my womb. My pussy is quivering around him. I feel his hands squeezing my breasts to pull them to him. I watch as his mouth takes my nipple in, the other in his fingertips and he lightly pinches. My hips circle slowly as he seduces me with his tongue.
As he releases my breast from his warm mouth I thrust his dick hard and fast into me. Driving his hard spike into my cervix. I can feel his dick jerking inside of me, and I grasp him hard with my pussy. His moans are as loud as mine in the room. I can feel his hot cum exploding inside of me, making my own pussy quiver and contract hard. I can feel the cum squirt from my pussy as it covers his dick, gushes onto his tummy, our hot juices dripping down his balls. I can't stop moving, my mind is on another plane. Lost in a world of lust and passion.
His hands pull me into the safety of his arms. I lay my head on his chest listening to his heart beat, purring, softly whimpering. As he softly strokes my hair I hear him whisper softly, "Patience is a virtue, love". |
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The Enchantment of Little Girls
As the mother of two girls I am seldom without smiles. They are the children of my heart and never fail to make me laugh daily with their antics and love. Today brings no exception to that rule. After a long and trying day at work I walk in the house to find we are without electricity and heat. This doesn’t phase my girls one bit as they run to meet me at the door with hugs and smiles without missing a step. There are no interruptions in their world. The two of them are perfectly content without life’s little comforts of electricity that in today’s world most of us are lost without.
Not far behind them come the dogs running at full throttle through the house to welcome me home as they almost barrel me over. Both of them are rather large dogs with the male weighing in at well over 170 pounds and his back at hip level to me. He’s a large and muscular male dominant species.
My youngest daughter is a charmer. She is a social butterfly who always has people and animals alike under her spell and the dogs are no exception to this rule. As this large fierce looking dog comes racing towards me I can’t help but notice the blaze red on his toenails and immediately bust out in laughter. Without a doubt my daughter has cast one of her magical spells over him yet again. She is but a small child and he is a very large dog. She doesn’t have the strength to move this stubborn moose of a dog if he chooses not to move. Yet here he stands in all of his glory with bright red painted toenails.
Tonight as he lays at my feet he has a look on his face that says, “How could I ever resist her charm?” Once again my angel has played the sorcerer and cast a magical incantation over this huge dog and gotten him to lay still while she freely paints his toenails and makes them look pretty just like hers….ahhh the enchantment of little girls. My life would never be the same without the beauty of my angels to keep my heart full of love and laughter. |
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During a discussion today with someone whom I've come to know and respect the topic of the ending of relationships was brought to the table. He made a statement that when people feel a connection with someone they don't want to let it go even though it may be time to. As always, he stimulates my mind and makes me think deeply on many topics. As I moved throughout my day my mind wandered back to this topic on several occassions as I collected my thoughts.
Recently I've watched, observed and listened as many relationships both in the bdsm lifestyle and the vanilla lifestyle have come to an end. The common theme seems to be that they end on a bitter note, with lashing out and the throwing of right and wrongs at one another. They also seem to be short term relationships with one partner on a much deeper level in such a short amount of time. At a time when communication is needed more than ever to salvage any kind of friendship or respect for one another the lines of communication freeze up and shut down. Throughout my observations I have remained silent and not spoken on the topic at hand as it was not my place to offer advice.
It does bring many things to light though that one must ask themselves. Its seems that at times people are so desperate to find their one in the lifestyle that they forget to take time to know them as a person before throwing a collar around their neck. It makes one ponder if the connection is a true connection or simply the desire to be with someone and anyone will do. In one submissive group that I belong to there is more time spent focusing on what they are unhappy with in their relationship than what they are happy with. Why is that?
It makes me question how long they took getting to know one another. It seems like things are a little backwards. They have rushed into things and are now trying to back track and fix things along the way. It makes me ask how can one have a collar about his/her neck with someone whom they do not know on a basic friendship level. How did one get to that point while missing such vital and basic knowledge about what makes the man/woman who they are? I've observed relationships in the lifestyle where the submissive can recite pages of rules that her Dom has given her, yet, has little knowledge about who he/she is.
What is their favorite color?
Where have their life experiences taken them?
What makes them laugh, cry?
What are their fears?
It just seems that sometimes people get so caught up in the lifestyle that the lines of everyday communication are lost in its midst. Its hard to understand why someone hasn't called you for a week if you don't understand first how their mind works and gotten to know them on a deeper level. Do you know whats happening in their day to day lives so that you have an understanding or do you jump to assume the worst of the other person. This is but one example.
The people that I meet, spend time talking to and in turn giving my time to; its because I either care for them or something has attracted me to them to want to get to know them on a deeper level. This is not something that is exclusive for me in the lifestyle its how I live my life as a whole. Getting to truly know someone you have to be able to spend time with them communicating, laughing, sharing fears, likes/dislikes, and life experiences. Even good friendships take time to develop, its simply not an overnight process. I would think someone looking for a serious relationship within the lifestyle would be willing to invest at least an equal amount of time getting to know a submissive or Dom.
If you slow down enough to take the time to come to know one another and communicate freely your feelings along the way it just seems like the big blow out that I've observed in so many relationships could be avoided. The bottom line for me is why are so many relationships not salvagable on some level?
If you have invested the time to get to know one another surely there is something that you enjoyed about that person along the way. Perhaps not to take it to more than a friendship level but why must the friendship aspect be broken along the way. If those basic reasons for getting to know someone are there to start with then why must we feel compelled to speak badly about them and call out their wrongs simply because we are not able to take that relationship on to the next level.
I like to think that the people that have walked into my life have enhanced my life and who I am as a person in some way. I may not agree with everything they do or believe in. However, I gave them my time and my respect to start with because I enjoyed and found qualities within them that initially attracted me to them. Lovers have come and gone in my life over the years; yet today, nine tenths of them I still call friend and have some form of communication with. Our paths simply moved us in different directions or the depth of our relationship changed for a host of different reasons.
There are many reasons that the dynamics of a relationship change. That is simply the cycle of life. People change, they grow in different directions, they move on or their needs and desires change.
Rollo May once said, "Communication leads to community, that is, understanding, initimacy and mutual valuing.
As the dynamics in our lives change, its when we need that understanding, intimacy and mutual valuing the most. Its a time to reflect and appreciate the other person and how they have enriched your life while they have walked in your midst. Its a time to be glad for those open lines of communication that were established in the beginning and be thankful for the openess that have allowed them to speak to you honestly about what they are feeling.
After all is a one way relationship something any of us really want? Slow and steady steps allow you the time to explore one another and discover together where your paths may lead, where they may join or seperate. If your paths in life reach a point where they must break off into different directions must it be with such hate? Or did you enjoy them enough to still call them friend? |
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- Animalistic Hunger
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I can't help it today I just want to fuck. Not soft gentle love making. I want to feel a mans hands in my hair yanking my head back as he enters me from behind, hard, quick, and deep. I want to feel his teeth sinking into my flesh as he bites my neck just like a lion mounting his mate. Today I don't want to feel soft lips on my nipples. I want to feel his big strong hands squeezing my breasts, his fingertips pinching and rolling my sensitive nipples. No, I don't want it gently, I want it to hurt a little bit.
When I wake tomorrow I want my nipples to still ache from his nibbles and pinches last night. Tonight I don't want him to gently stroke my clit. I want to feel the sting of his hand as he spanks my pussy. I want him to see my hot desire as my back arches and my pussy is thrust up to meet each smack of his big, firm hand. Yes, I love long hours of foreplay but tonight, I just want to be fucked. I want to see his animalistic hunger as he fucks me. I want to hear his cries of passion as he grinds his dick into my tight little cunt. Tomorrow is time enough for love making. Tonight I just want to be his slut. Tonight I want to see him in all his strength and manhood as he takes me as his. |
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A Birthday Spanking To Remember
The minute I seen him stroll through the door of the bar I instinctively knew who he was. His pictures hardly did him justice. When he smiled his eyes twinkled. His physique left no question that he was all man; his demure cool and confident exuding an omnipotent aura about him. Not only was he a Dom but also a Master at the art of seduction and teasing. The night played out casually like any other in the club; both of us returning to the hotel with other partners.
I couldn't conceal the wicked grin on my face when I heard my phone chime with a text message. Seeing his name pop up on my phone screen I was quick to return his call. It didn't take any convincing for my partner and I to join him and his submissive in their room. After chatting on-line he knew before meeting me that I enjoyed the world of BDSM and was kind enough to show me the toys he had brought along. Every toy that he brought out only built my desire to experience his world of knowledge and the skill that he must surely have.
There are moments that I don't remember getting from point A to point B. If he spoke I'm sure I answered but my mind was racing with thoughts of how very much I desired to be with this gorgeous specimen of man. I'm not really sure how it transpired or if there were even words exchanged in the few minutes between his display of toys and the first beautiful caress of leather against flesh. What I do know is that my ass instinctively rose before him eager for more.
As he began to create a perfect rhythm my hips danced to tune of the melody he created with the tools of the trade. The sound of the floggers searing against flesh playing an elegant melody as it drifted to my eardrums. With each smack of the flogger I was driven further and further into my own world of paradise. Lost to the presence of others about me in the room I was only able to focus on the immense feelings he was driving from me. My ass thrust upward to him begging him with my body never to stop. His hands as they moved over my body were firm and strong as he soothed my heated flesh.
Perfectly in tune with my body allowing me to enter another realm filled only with passion, desire and need for him. Taking me to a level so deeply that nothing but fierce moans of desires and whimpers crossed my lips, leaving me unable to form words. Time ceased to exist as he cast his magical spell over my body. I knew no shame as my hips danced before him. A constant shift in his touch, the floggers heating my skin, big strong hands smacking my ass firmly, the vibrator making my clit scream, my mind a whirl of emotion left awaiting what would come next.
For a mere few seconds in time I was brought back to feel the huge hands of another man firmly clamp down on my wrists, imprisoning me. Gentle kisses on my forehead as he held me firmly in place and whispered his enjoyment in my ear. The throbbing of my pussy made my skin crawl forcing shivers down my spine. Reveling in the magnificent crescendo of an elegant symphony being composed across the flesh of my round ass. A wetness forming at the tight opening of my pussy as the great composer played one final beautiful string of music before my body was allowed to collapse on the bed before him. Unable to stop the dancing of my body as I writhed on the bed dwelling in the land of paradise that he had taken me to. My moans soft, throat dry, purring with contentment barely able to whisper the words "Thank You Sir".
As I look back I wonder did he know how hot he made the fires of passion course through my veins. Could he tell how rapidly my heart beat while he took me from one level to another. Does he realize the strong presence that makes him the man that he is, deserving of all the respect that I can give him. How much of myself did I reveal to him on this night, was he able to see the embers of my desire burning for him. As he brought me under his command was he able to peek into my submissive soul. Only he knows those answers.
It was the most perfectly divine birthday spanking that a girl with a submissive heart could know. As I look in the mirror and see the marks that he created upon my skin my mind is filled with glorious memories of the night that this exquisite soul graced me with his presence. Thank You Sir. |
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Entranced In His Web...
With a smile I remember the first moment that you allowed me to kneel before you. My breasts thrust out, without shame offering my body for your pleasure. Your fingertips clamping down on my nipples to see how much this slut would endure from you. The sweetness of the pain making my blood sear through my veins in a hot frenzy unleashing the passion that has been building for only you.
When I close my eyes I can still feel the caress of your tongue as you taste my pussy for the first time. The cool heat from your breath as it blows over my throbbing clit making me cry out for you. My hips roll rhythmically thrusting my pussy up to you as your tongue teases and taunts. I love to feel the strength of your body as you move me at your will; however you want me. When your eyes stare down at me laid out before you they burn into my soul exposing my desire to serve you. With just a look you possess me and for that moment in time I belong to only you; a submissive whose only desire is to please you.
I miss the feel of your floggers are they move rhythmically over my round waiting ass. I long to feel your strong hands as they come down quickly in a firm smack against my flesh. You know exactly how to make my hips dance so erotically to the sensual command of the music of the searing floggers. Its your touch that keeps my pelvis moving in a constant powerful rocking motion. My face masked in ecstasy as I give myself to you.
You leave me insane with waiting, wanting your strong powerful dick slamming into me. When you finally fill me with your magnificent hard shaft my cries of passion are easily heard through the walls of the room. You leave no room for doubt who is in control when my whole body jerks with each deep hard thrust when you fuck me furiously. I miss how my pussy grips around your girth when your plunging deeply inside my pussy; slamming your thick head into my cervix. Both of our bodies glistening with a gleam of sweat. The sadistic laugh that rumbles from your throat as you pull your dick from me and make me beg for it makes me only want you more. You took from me orgasm after orgasm without mercy. My pussy in your command. My body yours for the taking.
Pushing me to the edge, making the adrenaline rush through my body. Taking me into subspace, happy to give to you whatever your desires may be. Unable to refuse what you ask of me as the vibrator slips into my ass while your dick invades my glistening pussy. The things that you do to my body keep the blood rushing to my clit making it twitch as it throbs for you. Your hands weaving through my hair as you force my head back makes me purr like a tigress. The more you fuck me the more I want of you. Hours later when my pussy is aching; still I want you more.
In your arms depleted I am content. Drained of my energy but a desire for you that is stronger than hours before. A submissive soul well used. Thank you Sir for our time together. |
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