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Her first time Sitting cross-legged on the floor in the apartment, she smiled at him, her braces shining through her big lips. She had pretty rosy red lips. Her first boyfriend, a gamer geeky guy that had lived across from her in an all male dorm, was intent on the game play on the television set. She lived in the apartment with three other girls. The dorm had been too crowded, and the girls, being sophomores, could move off campus to an apartment if they wished. It was definitely cheaper and there was more room for stuffed animals, fuzzy warm blankets, and the giant big screen television that took up most of the living room. There was a nice gas log fireplace, quietly flickering in the corner, was reflecting on the Mario Brothers Cart race. "You are such a geek. Even my mom thinks you are. She asked me if you ever payed attention to me...or kissed me. I told her that you were perfect for me. She likes you too, you know?" playing with her pigtail, twirling it around her middle finger. "I told her you were smart. Did you know that I am not wearing a bra? I know...you didn't hear what I was saying, did you? Are you listening to me?" "Quiet...I'm trying to concentrate...I'll snuggle with you in a minute....oh no!!!!" The sounds of a crashing cart are heard. "I told you, I have to get to the next level. Jason, from across the street...he just got to level 9. I can't let him beat me....now can I ?" "I know...you have to win. You have to win at everything, don't you. Do you think I look cute?" Standing up, she twirled around with her one piece pantsuit baggy in the middle . "Hey...I am talking to you...seriously. Why aren't you looking at me. I think I look cute. I was going to French- braid my hair for you today....and the pigtails, they took almost an hour. I'm going...you can stay and finish your game. You're no fun!!! Jerk!!!" She bent over and picked up her backpack, and turned and slammed the door behind her.

ing Your Life What is it with the romance genre and the female audience? Why do women flock to romance writing conventions to meet their favorite Harlequin authors, or the erotic writers. Why do women love watching those soap operas? They love to escape for a short while into their fantasies. There is a good portion of it based in what is healthy...what is it that makes it healthy to do? Some of us started out with the idea that we were going to get married and have kids, live in the suburbs, and join the PTA. Of course, there is that thing called DIVORCE. I know, I have been there. I spent a year or two trying to resolve the issue of being single...and then it just went away. I think it is a hard thing to do, but sometimes it happens for a reason. Instead of living in the past...it is healthy to look for ways of rewriting the scenes we are playing out. Why should we choose to end in bad experiences. We should write our own experiences and make them happy...and healthy. The princess moves to the castle to marry the prince...and he has a heck of a dungeon with all the latest toys. OH...that is my . There are some really bad relationships...people that aren't really looking out for the health and welfare of their lover/wife/girlfriend. I think my way of dom is totally different that a lot of the doms out there. I like to cherish the princesses...treat them like ladies should be treated...but no better...the deal is they are still sub...so they have to be patient and work as a team toward a goal....gotcha...didn't I? I LOVE to structure and keep organized...lol. That is where the gentle art of behavior modification comes in. The thing that is magical about the dom/sub relationship is that it is dynamic. It doesn't have to be the same all the time.  It can be changed. We can write our own story. I, as a writer, have been invited to a few weekends to help people write their fantasy life...a life that they want to be living. Sometimes they need help from me finding the ideas...the creativity and we co -write the scene they want to play out. Most of it is just a creative outlet...I enjoy voyeuristic fun once in a while..I get to watch sometimes...but it is mainly for the people that I write it for-I haven't gotten paid for anything yet, but it is a good outlet for me. I ask questions...and they give me input. What is it that happens in a romance story? We have a person in a bubble bath...lighted candles...aroma....some sort of cinnamon? or is that vanilla? there are flower petals in the floor leading to the bedroom...is that a bottle of wine? Pinot Grigio? OK...we start writing our scene together...leaning toward the table...our heads almost touch...and we realize it...co-writing stories can be really fun:) There is no man present to take the role of the dom...how does he fit into this scene? I, being the writer, can fill in for the role of the dom temporarily....what is it you want me to do/say? Do you like me to admire you when you climb out of the bath...dripping with water....and exposed and naked? Is there a passionate love scene....or is it simply an asexual encounter? Do you just want to be admired? Are you preparing yourself for me? fuzzy handcuffs? Scarf tied around your wrists to the bedposts....spreader bars.....do you like being helpless? We get into the scene and realize it is too gushy...and lovey dove-y; we need to add some variety...or maybe another scene with variation. Maybe you want to admit that it turns you on to watch other people having fun...and denying yourself pleasure as you watch discreetly through a partially opened bedroom door. I am filling in for the man...so who is this other character? Your best friend? She stopped by...and for some reason...you weren't home? She isn't in a relationship, and she likes me...and somehow manages to seduce me. Remember this is our ...we can write it anyway we want. Do you want to be the dominant female and more experienced lady showing a younger submissive or domme in training counterpart your ways to seduce and satisfy a man(me)? Does it bring you pleasure to see your understudy doing so well at what you are teaching? Or maybe she needs some guidance...pointers..a demonstration? (Hey...that is for her to do...you are doing all the work!!!!) OK...most of it is ing...we have been taught to enjoy some things when we don't enjoy others. We learn to like things...if you enjoy something..we learn to seek it out and repeat it. I think it is a great idea...and if you would like to add the parts you want to explore...it can be life-changing. You can take bad behaviors and change them to being good....you don't like the bad experiences....so you learn to rewrite the experiences to make them better.

How well do you know yourself? I am working and reworking a scene which I know some don't enjoy. I have faced a similar situation in real life, accidentally...so it is another angle on seeing how fiction can be an imitation of life. I have been in a committed relationship where my ex decided that she didn't want to be monogamous, and I came home from work one day to find her in her bedroom with a "friend" of hers from our days in school. He was sort of the class clown, and I guess I didn't think she was serious when she said to me she liked guys that made her laugh. I was working two jobs and just crashing at her place for a month until school ended, but it sort of ended abruptly. Everything. Probably ending my with my worst semester in college. I was dating a cashier shortly after that that had a roommate that didn't respect what I call boundaries. I was crashing on the floor, and trying to keep the whole thing hush hush, when I found her roommate standing over me, wearing a tee shirt and no panties- and happily letting me get a full glimpse of her neatly trimmed pubes. Being a red-blooded guy, I must have been having a happy dream and experiencing morning wood wasn't something I was a stranger to experience. I didn't notice anything...and then when her girlfriend sort of sat next to me on the floor, toothbrush in her mouth...laughing at me in my groggy state of mind, I finally  figured it out-when she pulled my flap back on my underwear-leaving me at full salute. About that time her roommate(the cashier) walked in the door and started yelling at me. I didn't do anything, but she thought I was. That is when her roommate reached over and kissed me....and I can't say I didn't know what was going to happen next. Her roommate laughed at me..with toothpaste on my lips...and stood up...walking out of the room left me in a pickle. I had no idea it would end in a big conversation. The cashier wasn't emotionally fragile...her husband had left her about 2 years ago to join the circus...she said.(She told me later that he was an abusive drinker). She just had gotten divorced, and was looking for a guy she could have a long term relationship with, which I thought was what I wanted.She didn't have kids, and wasn't sure she wanted kids yet...and she wanted to finish her education, so she could be a school teacher. She had a kinky side to her that was only rivaled by one of my roommates in college...and he had limits. She had a drawer devoted to her "grown up" stuff. She had a few vibrators, a pair of fuzzy cuffs, a spreader bar(it folded), leather blindfolds, pink rope. She was every guy's dream. And she was a submissive...she loved to do things that I hadn't even learned yet. I guess she was concerned that I was getting bored with her...so the talk came up...she wanted to see what I thought about getting an apartment to ourselves. Her roommate sometimes got on her nerves. I guess that that morning was one of those things.Anyhow, the conversation somehow got to the question, had I ever tried a threesome with two girls. Of course, she wasn't bi. Everything was going down the tube I thought for sure-I had that sinking feeling in my chest; until she told me, she loved being humiliated...and being told that she wasn't adequate. I thought there was something wrong with her. She actually admitted that it would probably turn her on to watch me, IF I chose, to let her roommate sleep with me. I was in shock. She told me that she had fantasies of her friends sleeping with her ex-husband. I didn't believe it. And that is how I started to learn more about her kink. She loved the idea of being tied up...or forced to watch, and hear about the guy she liked having fun without her with one of her friends. She had experimented with one of her friends from work and her boyfriend. She loved watching them in the bedroom, and a few times had given him a bj. I later found out that this kink was called cuckqueening. She liked to feel like she was inadequate...and when she was with a guy...it was because he chose to be with her over another girl, reinforcing the way she felt about herself. Our talk was sort of limited, she had to get to work, but I thought about it, and it made some sense. So, I was was a guinea pig to her for about a month...and it was not exactly unpleasant for me. I enjoyed meeting her friends, and when I realized she was pushing me to do some of the things she had told me with them, it made sense to me. Of course the idea that men are sleazeballs that cheat on their girlfriends is very likely true. I think most guys are wired that way...if they see something that is erotic...a set of boobs dangling in their face, or in my case, a neatly trimmed set of pubes and some extremely long labia, he is most likely going to get aroused...so being adult about the situation taught me to be a better communicator- an interesting experiment in the social circle of a girl with low esteem issues? I think it is much more titillating to write about an erotic but awkward encounter easier than it is to face the reality that most of the female sex don't like to be adults about things...and things getting thrown or violent temper tantrums can end the relationship. Having been cheated on by my ex, I can understand the feeling. Fidelity then is something that is nice to have in a relationship. Relationships have to begin with a level of trust. Not all people can handle jealousy, and I have been a witness to that as well.If it is something that is well -defined and consensual, then it becomes more understandable...I love being naked and going to a nudist beach wouldn't be considered cheating. A roommate coming into the bedroom where a boyfriend is sleeping and flashing him isn't cheating. It is the way the situation is handled. Is it something that is acceptable? Would it be a relationship ender? Is that the hard line? Or is it a kink...something that a secret fantasy life has brought to the conscious mind to see if it is something that is enhancing? From my writing, I see the classy side of writing about adult situations, but then there are those tasteless moments, and some writers don't know when to draw the line. Readers, especially those that are not familiar with some of the bdsm things, might find them extremely offensive? Is it better to leave things to the imagination? Or is it better to spell it out delicately...and  get the response that it is not worth reading?

A love scene with a bi- friendly take on it. I love well-written love scenes, and the main character has just met a guy that she is liking, and they are spending an evening together. She has a box of wine, they have the sunset, and then one of her friends comes by and finding the front door locked, she comes around the garden gate...and finds them in the hot tub. She sees them kissing, and it strangely turns her on. She steps back into the shadows of the condo, watching. I think the observation for some people is like watching a porn. The action slowly unfolds. The bikini is off. He is tenderly cupping her breasts. And then? Should she give away the fact that she is watching? Should she come around as if she has just arrived, and find them in the hot tub, running the risk of embarrassing them? Or should she know that it could be a nice evening. Was she  invited over? Does she know the guy? Have they been lovers? What would happen if she were to slip into the hot tub, and slipping off clothes, come behind the guy, and become a part of the activity? Would it be a turn-off to watch over his shoulder as her girlfriend was spreadeagled, exposed and wating for his XXX.....Does this work? Feedback anyone?

I am working on my NaMoWriMo writing and already hitting a writer's block. I am writing a novl about a nurse that is a single mom who has a busy life and yet she has this strange urge to get away from her immature daughter, still a teenager, and relax with a bottle of wine and a sunset at a condominium her brother's real estate company rents out on the off season . She invites a friend or two down to share her week, and the girlfriends have a great time, until one of them almost dies on a glass of wine. She is trying to keep her friends happy, but deep in the back of her mind, wonders if one of them didn't drug the other one. She meets a nice guy who is't such a nice guy, and a grouchy guy that she thinks hates her, and ends up being her knight in shining armor. That is just a glimpse, but I would love to see if I cant' throw some BDSM elements in without getting too bad...I do , after all, want people to like to read my fiction. Classy is better than all the gory details...we let the reader use their imagination. What should I throw in....? A sybian they discover in the closet? A pair of fuzzy handcuffs and spreader bar under the bed? Help me out....give me some feedback. I am at 6000  words, but I have to be at 20000 words by next weekend...so sooner is better than later:) Thanks a gain.

I am starting to prepare for my month of writing next month...there is an international month of writers around the globe that sit at their computers in the libraries and coffee shops trying to reach 50,000 words and get their first novel finished and possibly published. We all have our systems....I have been in the past a "pantser"...which means I go in cold...no outline...no research...and I have to do everything from scratch. This year, I am already working on my outline and my character profiles...so i think I should do better this year than in the past. Having worked in several professions that exposed me to people of all parts of society...I guess I have a good background and a few stories to tell. I have walked into crack houses...I wouldn't do it now...but that is because of the safety factor. I have seen drug overdoses...I don't recommend it...it isn't fun to witness. BUT, I have also seen some awesome relationships...and some crappy relationships. I met a couple that were buying a house for the first time, and my boss was a mortgage broker, so we had a deal for them. He set up this young couple(barely 21) with a 300k mortgage at very favorable terms, and revealed later that he knew they had the money in the bank to write a check for the full amount...they were using the mortgage as a write off for their taxes....their family was wealthy...and they didn't need to borrow money....but it helped them in terms of tax planning...and he knew the mother of the groom....and knew they weren't happy with their lives...they travelled apart and lived most of their adult lives separately. It was sad. MOST of the world wants a relationship that is long term...but there are those that have a long term relationship, and that isn't enough...it isn't because of the sex. It goes to a happy experience or memory that someone has...and they want to go back to their "happy" time. Most of us remember the first kiss....or the first time we got to take the family car out to the local burger or pizza joint...and had a date...We, of course, had to cut the grass and take out the trash for a month before we were allowed...but then we got used to doing things...to get to the fun things. Some of my acquaintances were not challenged as young people..they had their first car given to them at 15 or 16...and they didn't have to work...(it was looked down on by those in THAT financial bracket)...but then when they got to the point of working out their careers in their adult life...they wanted to "become" someone that they weren't. I guess that is when I figured out the people that role play the most...or go to the Renaissance Faires...or the Shakespeare Festivals..were escaping their lives and trying on a character that they wanted to play. I met a nurse that wanted to dress up as a dominatrix...and hit men with a whip...but she wasn't truly a dom...and it was interesting that all of her "happy" times were when she was a submissive...a man that she could submit to and be herself with made her happy. She decided that she liked being a switch. So, we dated for a while, and it was interesting that she liked a submissive or slavish female that she could tell what to do....and still be a sex kitten for a normal guy like me. The interesting dynamic was when she wanted her submissive to be a pleasure giver to me...with her watching...and directing the actions. It was strange to be in a recliner, feet up, with a submissive attractive female stripped to the waist with her boobs dangling....being told how to please me...and when she didn't do it satisfactorily...she was brushed aside and the nurse leaned down...pulled her boobs out...and dangled them in my face...and leaned down...and started pulling my pants down....and sucking. She then stood up...sternly looked at me instead of the submissive...and said..."I think you need a lesson." I didn't know what was happening...but my thinking was she was resorting back to her dominatrix tendency...and then she pulled up her skirt...and turned around...and straddled me...and slid me between her legs...while her submissive did the same facing her...and both of them started kissing..and then the next thing I know...I am being teased by both of them. I ended up being used by both...but it felt lighthearted...and there was no harm. To be honest...I think the nurse thought she was more attractive than her submissive...but she was afraid I as a dominant might choose her submissive instead. We all snuggled in a snuggle pile..and the whole play experience was a "happy" time for all of us. Of course, a month later, we broke it off...so that is just another chapter in my "happy time" memories. We all have those....I think I could probably easily do that as a teaching moment, a passing of the torch. I guess it was the role play...but I think when someone says they are dom or sub...it is fluid...most of the time....and I don't mind when it is for fun. I do identify as a dom...not because I am a bad ass...I don't think that at all. I think it is a dynamic...submissives naturally seek out a person that they feel safe and comfortable with to express their true nature...I just try to be one of those guys that can be trusted...and not violate our trust together. I don't get it when there is trash talk...unless it is dirty...but that is for another chapter...I guess. I think respect is a part of the dynamic. I DO mind the welps and scars...I don't do bruises...and paddles and whips are for that sadist crowd....and needles are a hard limit...NEVER.

For the uninitiated, there are some of us that love to sit back on our nights off, and I happen to be doing just that last night when a movie, High Society came on the Classics channel with Bing Crosby and Grace Kelly...and I loved it...it is nice to have the classics to see quality movies once in a while...and a nice break from violence. Of course, being a musician, I had to listen to some show tunes that I think I had heard in college from one of the vocal majors that lived in our dorm, but I really love the story...a rich spoiled girl married and divorced a musician, and her fiance that she is going to be marrying doesn't turn out the be the person she wants to be married to...and the story line is just great...... What was interesting and relevant to the BDSM community was her statement, "I don't want to be worshipped, I want to be loved...." and I thought that was a great theme for a movie. She was being treated like she was a goddess and people in the household were serviing her every need, but she didn't feel love...until....her ex came by to give her a memory back of her honeymoon. Great movie...and you gotta love Grace Kelly and Bing Crosby. So....for those that love the princess by day, or those dommes that can't feel this...too bad...this is a great movie.

I am afraid sometimes to journal online because there seems to be some really mean people out there in cyber land that are unpredictable...but I am interested in finding the right people. I think my utopia is getting a household of baby girls that like simple things in life...like watching netfix and snuggling on the couch...or a story time before bed....but to be invited, you have to be at least 6 years old...so there is no diaper or bladder control issues involved. I am an artist....I do plein aire and still life paintings as well as photography....real estate photography has turned out to be very lucrative, but I only get one or two gigs a month...and I sometimes could use an assistant setting lights and things like that....but I can't pay a lot. I used to travel with my other job....so I sometimes was gone for a week or two, and it was nice to have a housesitter to help take care of the place when I was gone....I had a girlfriend that was bi and she loved having snuggle parties...and building blanket forts...and coloring....so I guess it was a relief to know that she had a friend that would stay with her sometimes...and the girls had a ball painting their nails...watching movies...and whatever...and from my point of view....it was a lot safer for them to be at home...and having fun. I loved the reunions as well...it was nice to come home to be greeted by my baby girl....A lot of people that come on here are seeking a sexual release...and I guess I can appreciate that...but it was so much more fun coming home and snuggling.....and we seemed to accumulate friends along the way...a lot of young gals just getting their feet wet in the relationship and dating game would crash in the guest room...and I think once we had seven 'littles' staying with us....people that were transitioning after a divorce, or finally out on their own for the first time...and exploring their little side...or their curiousity on bondage...and exhibitionism. My ex gf was a people person....and seemed to attract people....and it was interesting sometimes...but fun. I remember walking into the bathroom one time, thinking it was my girlfriend in the shower to brush my teeth...and an unfamiliar blonde headed cutie popping out...and giggling as she 'exhibited' herself....I didn't mind, but I still got a lecture....half serious. I would love to find an easy going poly roommate situation where there is no pressure to be anything but focused on career and school....but there still being an option to explore or learn more about the things that make us smile. I would love to find a long term relationship that would possibly leading to a household friendly to our kind of kink(strawberry?) I think a good combination would be a motherly nurturing type...with a practical side that can be the female domme at times....but also being able to be a little or a submissive when she needed it. Of course, she would have to be easygoing to help those that were looking for a place to start from to get back on track. When people are friends...they enjoy spending time together...and build a relationship that is fun and rewarding...and it is so much better than those people that just want to spend a few hours having a one night encounter.....at least I think so. Plus....I enjoy those bedtime stories.

I am sooo excited at getting back in the car show circuit here in the Midwest. I love the old muscle cars, and some of the cars you see aren't the kind of cars you would normally see in the neighborhood. My neighbor in Illinois growing up had a Corvair. It was very unique...and it burnt oil and left patches of oil on the pavement, but it sounded neat when it started up. We moved away, but when I went back to visit our neighborhood, there was the corvair and sitting next to it was a Corvette. My best friend, who I had played with just about every day, had grown up, gone to college, and had inhererited his dad's Corvair...and had bought a Corvette. I remember talking about the car we were going to own when we were little guys, and he had gotten it right.....he was going to own a Corvette. I was so busy driving long distances that I didn't have the time to invest in cars....so I drove the hand me down Honda CRX that got 30 miles to the gallon and sounded like a tin can when you slammed the doors so I could go to the local university. I guess it is a guy thing. My favorites are the Plymouths and the Chevy sedans from the sixties and seventies. I love the sound of the GTO when it passes by at the Ohio Speedway time trials...but I haven't been to one in a while. I am waiting patiently for this fall...the shiny metal with the custom painted hoods and the mirror finish chrome everything....then there is the smell of oil, gasoline, and diesel...I don't know why...but I love the smell of engines. I know I will never own the car that I wanted(who can afford a Ferrrari?) but I can honestly say I have ridden in one...at high speeds. Ahem....back to our sponsor:)

I have a fascination with people that work in retail, mainly because that was what I did during my college years during my Christmas break to make extra money for books. People that have the patience of saints...waiting on the most obnoxious and inconsiderate people; you never know what the next person is going to do/ask/say. I enjoyed the unpredictability of the situation as a cashier, working in a downtown department store. I waited on the CEO of one of the biggest banks in the country, and was amazed at how polite and selfless he seemed to be. Then, there was a female lawyer who was very impatient and in a hurry to get to her two martini lunch, that gave me the worst verbal treatment I think I had ever received as a cashier. I think I actually smellled a few drinks on her breath...and it was actually one of those moments that, as a young adult, I realized, I didn't like any interaction with those women that have forgotten the fine art of being women...of having and embracing their feminine side with class.  I am friends with a lot of different types of women...some lesbians and butch...I don't mind hanging out with the softball crowd or volleyball team-they usually are funny; tomboys are not afraid to get dirty or break a nail...but most of my romantic relationships are with the feminine crowd. That said, I think the high maintenance, beauty pageant and beauty queens sometimes have a hard time being a good friend...they can't think of anything except themselves. I think the best people are those that can walk in another person's shoes for a while...and understand their plight. I think I like this the most because of their ability to think of others, to be a good hostess, or friend. That isn't submissive, it is empathic. They have a gift for making people feel welcome. A person that can understand this can be a submissive in a dom/sub relationship....and is a criteria for me in my search for a long term relationship.

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