A Dream It Seems
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Publié :17/4/2012 12h40
Dernière mise à jour :28/9/2012 13h46 24827 vues
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It was not real...it was a dream
To share those thoughts
Thoughts that appeared to be sincere
Thoughts that cut clear to the soul and left it wanting more
A year had passed
The lies started showing through
The man was a man...not the dream man
He was not as he said
So much of what he told was half-truths and outright lies
It made sense in the end
He was never to be...because had he come through on what he professed...the lies would have showed immediately
He got scared..as he should
He played the coward well
But to all things comes the ending
Then rebirth and joy
Singing again
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How Many Constructions Workers Does It Take?
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Publié :8/4/2011 15h32
Dernière mise à jour :1/8/2012 11h38 26373 vues
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How many construction workers does it take to build a staircase?
Well, I was watching off my balcony today and it seems it takes 9. There are 3 doing the actual work and another 6 just standing around cussing and discussing the work that's being done.
A friend of mine says it's a union thing. That they are allowed 6 hours 45 minutes of bullshit time per day. They are living up to that contract wonderfully well. Should I write to the city and let them know? Maybe...maybe not. The construction is taking a while as they're doing an overpass as well. I'm thinking maybe not. 
I have to admit it. I like to watch men working. Construction/the trades, policemen, firemen all of them are good. The trades and construction are by far the best though. That's why I put them first. There's something just manly about it. We've got a lot of construction around where I live (tis the season for it) and I like to sit on the balcony and just watch. Sure they look like little ants but my imagination is VERY good.
Ramon, Claudio and Bob (my favorites...fictitious names used as there's not a chance in hell I'm going to go up to any of them and start to talking) give me lovely fantasies when I call them to mind. Going to lay down now and dream a little dream..
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The Love Whisperer
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Publié :6/4/2011 15h35
Dernière mise à jour :17/4/2012 20h24 25487 vues
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The following is a post by a friend that made me think...
Believe in the Magic of Love. If you truly believe in it, then you can harness the Magic. If you can harness the Magic, then anything is possible................ Sirl - click here for his blog
OK...so I'm reading this and I gather up my harness (bit, collar and reins). I think *hmmmm...I can do this*. I know what love is and I know that there is nothing in this world like loving and being loved.
Then I start to think of past loves and how rocky those became at times and I grab my saddle. There is nothing more freeing than riding bareback with just that harness in hand but maybe this time I should be a little more concerned about comfort.
I'm feeling more prepared. Got my harness and my saddle. I'm in control. But wait...I've been in control before. I grab a helmet just in case I get bucked off (gotta be safe you know).
So I'm here now with my harness, my saddle and my helmet. I climb atop the steed...feeling powerful and full of myself (as usual). I can feel the fella bucking...and soon I'm flying through the air. I land, quite ungraciously as you can probably imagine as there was a dandy horse plop right there ready to catch my face. I gather what dignity is left in me, wash up and decide to wait a bit before trying THAT again.
Ever persistent, there I go again. I've got the equipment...but I'm not near as sure of myself. It's better this time but I'm guarded and rigid. I feel like I'm balancing precariously. This new steed doesn't buck me off but I jump down from him, feeling the sting in my appendages for weeks after.
I know I have to keep trying even if trying leaves me stinging and bruised. Those will heal. Eventually there has to be another one right? And there is. This new steed is better still. I've known him for many years. I loosen up a bit but I still have my protective equipment on and it's I, not the steed, that is skittish. I jump off again because it just doesn't feel right. It doesn't really sting this time. I'm fine within mere days.
That's when I see him. A steed I've seen kicking around the corral for many years. He looks different this time. Standing straighter and taller. Almost majestic in the spring sun. I walk up to him and wonder if maybe I'm just doing this all wrong and maybe he'll be the next one I'll be recovering from. I shake my head, tell myself not to think that way and just stand there beside him slowly running my fingers through his mane and scratching his ears. He leans into me and seems to be enjoying it as much as I am.
I start to visit with this new steed. What the hell right? He's nice and he's just as he's always been...friendly and solid. Over the next little while, I bring him apples and brush his coat. I talk to him incessantly and feel such calmness with him. Every time I visit, it's the same thing. He seems to have been just waiting there for me to visit. Those haunted eyes understanding me without judging.
The day comes for the ride I've been promising in our little talks. Time to see how it works...if it works. I'm still skittish but I know him. I'm so excited it's THE DAY that I forget the saddle and the helmet. All I have is the harness. I've talked to him about it so I can't back out. That would be cruel and I can't be cruel to him. I get up on the block and he stands there..solid as a rock..just waiting for me to make the first move. I throw my leg over, holding the reins in one hand and whispering sweet things into his ear.
I find my seat and I urge him to move. I'm not nervous at all. I feel so comfortable. His well-developed haunches carry me forward. We start to walk. Soon we've speeded up a bit to a trot. I'm smiling and enjoy feeling every move of his muscled flesh against my thighs. We start to canter...and I can feel the power that is him. Soon we are galloping. Horse and rider moving as one. I'm laughing and exhilarated. We start to slow. Feeling as if we are the perfect pair. We get each other, he and I. Unless something untoward happens, I'm sure I've found the steed for the long haul. The one that will be the ride of my life. All because I took the time to know him and whisper the words of love in his ear. I learned to be the love whisperer and he taught me that's all that was ever needed.
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I Live For The Nights
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Publié :5/4/2011 20h45
Dernière mise à jour :6/4/2011 13h04 24627 vues
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Whither thou goest, I shall go...classic lines from (of all things) the Bible.
Here's my take on it...
Whither thou goest, I will go
But if you will stay, look beside you
For that is where I will be
Holding you close to my bosom from dusk until dawn
Stoking the embers and releasing them
With you, dear one, only with you
Deep embers alighting that fire
Feeling the passions rise and fall
Quenching them, as we must
Because you know we must
Urgently at times
Slowly and deliberately at others
Joining....coupling....knowing each other fully
Sating that hunger that builds
As the light breaks
We must start the day's toil
You going one way...I, the other
But know this
Those embers are still there
Beneath the surface
Waiting
Watching
At the ready to alight once again
Wanting you
Needing you
All thoughts of you being kept warm by those embers within my heart until we can be together again at the days end
Ahhhh...I live through the day....for those nights
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Is it too much to ask?
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Publié :9/1/2011 17h21
Dernière mise à jour :6/4/2011 14h23 25154 vues
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IS IT TOO MUCH TO ASK?
To find someone you can talk with and laugh with
Someone that is kind and kinky in all the right ways
Someone who can give as good as they get
Someone that can turn you on in a heartbeat just by saying a few choice words
Someone that can commit to you and be in sync with your ideals
Someone who is gallant yet willing to comply when you ask
Someone who can see the flowers
Someone who can sit and watch as life unfolds and wonder at it
Someone who finds beauty when he looks in my eyes
Someone who will take opportunity whenever it is presented
Aye, tis a dream but what a dream
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Taking Cock In Hand
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Publié :22/6/2007 4h13
Dernière mise à jour :3/4/2011 17h24 28482 vues
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To wake with you taking my hand and placing it insistently on your cock
Feeling you hold my hand there...
Knowing you are still asleep
I can feel you... already up and hard
I'm wet with anticipation even though newly awakened from sleep
I wrap my hand around your manhood and start moving it up and down
I hear you groan
I smile wickedly to myself
When I'm ready, I mount you
The gutteral sound you make as I'm sliding myself onto your shaft excites me
As I start to move...you do as well
I slide you in and out...slowly at first, your gasps and moans letting me know you like it as much as I do
You meet my thrusts and I know for sure you are awake
We continue moving...building momentum
You play with my breasts...sucking...teasing
The more excited you get...the larger you become and the deeper I feel you
You hit the right spots
Sliding onto you over and over...you grab my ass and pull me in tight
I thrust as hard as I can
I feel your muscles tense, feel the force of your cum deep inside me, hear you cry out
Two more thrusts and I join you
Revelling in the feelings
God I love those middle of the night wake up calls!!!
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Love is a question mark
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Publié :3/6/2007 18h21
Dernière mise à jour :3/4/2011 17h35 26353 vues
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What is love to you?
Can you love more than one person?
Is it possible for anyone to turn off their emotions and not love?
These are the questions I've been pondering. Yes...deep thinking.
So what did I come up with? Basically, Love to me is feeling a strong connection with a person. Wanting to be with that person...Live with them...Share a life with them and make a life with them. Someone you choose to be with. Choose to share a bed with. Someone you want to wake up to. Someone who makes you smile and can make you crazy. But...even when you are being made crazy...you can't imagine being elsewhere.
I think you can love and want to love more than one person at the same time. I don't know that sharing a home with more than one person is possible because it becomes confusing emotionally. But I do believe it is possible to be committed and faithful and loving to more than one person.
I do not believe that it is possible to completely turn off your emotions. I believe you can state that you have. I believe that you can convince yourself you have. But I also believe that you show your true feelings in those little moments when you think no one is looking.
Love is just one big question mark for most of us. Are there really rules to it? Does it ever make sense? I just don't know and I'd hazard to guess that there are no rules and that it never makes sense.
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I Need An Adventure....
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Publié :15/5/2007 12h40
Dernière mise à jour :23/4/2008 4h37 26996 vues
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Are you bored easily?
Now mind you, being bored easily does not make you boring, it just means that you need more things to occupy your time and energize your brain.
So...if your mind is always going and doesn't have an off switch...what do you do????????
I mean it's ok if you're thinking on most things but if you get in a funk, you gotta be able to make your way out of it and stop that kind of thinkin' real quick.
The most obvious thing to think on is...sex. Yes...sex. Now sex is one of the best things to think on (in my personal opinion). There are just so many things to imagine. Don't you agree? I think on it pretty much all day long these days. The end result? I'm ready to go at any time LOL. Not a bad state to be in really...as long as you have an outlet. If you don't have a way to release though...it could get ugly...very very ugly...but lets not think about that.
My latest thing is wanting to go tropical and naked. Visit the islands (a nude resort of course) and have my own personal escort to do my bidding. At this point he looks a lot like someone I know and I call him Mannu...as in...man u want...man u need...man u call...man u get
OK...so that's where my adventuring mind is going...do you do that too? Take your mind on a little fantasy when you've got nothing better going on?
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We Keep Going
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Publié :14/5/2007 6h52
Dernière mise à jour :23/4/2008 4h35 27038 vues
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Overwhelming Sadness for what never will be...what can never be...that which is priceless and real
Trying to wrap my mind around it...feeling more devastated because the answer seems simple...but not wanting to think that thought
Feelings pouring in...stinging as they go...every nerve ending sparking with pain
Questions answered...but never to be understood...they don't make any sense
Feelings feelings feelings...can I cut them out?...can I just slice them off and feel whole again?
Mind whirling...wanting to just drift away...wanting to clean my soul
Knowing I cannot move elst I will break...knowing I am strong but that this feeling is stronger...not knowing what the answers are
The sobs subside...the world moves on...we all must go on
We are all broken in our own ways...all vulnerable...all just trying to understand
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I remember....
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Publié :13/5/2007 9h33
Dernière mise à jour :9/4/2011 12h07 26683 vues
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For Good or Ill...my mom was my mom and I love her and think of her often.
Today I celebrate the good that was my mom.
* The way she would laugh. I have that laugh. My sons have that laugh. I love that laugh.
* The way she would look unsure when I would challenge her on any subject. I feel bad now. I was always very cocky about how smart I was. She was always very unsure of how smart she was. She never felt good enough. She was good enough. I just wish I had known to tell her sooner.
* The way her eyes sparkled when she smiled. I have those eyes. I see them every time I look in the mirror.
* The way Christmas was overdone. Nobody in this world can do Christmas like my mother. Everything was sparkly and shiny. There were lights and decorations everywhere. There were presents for everyone. Everyone was remembered and everyone was welcome on Christmas. Nobody was left out. The cards went out the day after Thanksgiving every year. She made Christmas shine. She made you believe in Santa and magic. She was the surrogate parent of Christmas and she kept it well and proper all my life.
* The way she loved to see new things. The things she was interested in. She would have loved the internet. It would have been her joy. She would've been getting all the neat gadgets and would've loved learning to play with them.
* The way she sang like an angel when she thought nobody was listening. She felt she was an awful singer. I always knew she wasn't and told her so. But she never did believe me.
* The way she'd dance. She loved music in all forms and moving to it always made her happy.
* The way she was able to talk to people and make them happy. She was a good friend and she took care of those friends. If they needed something, she was there.
* She was a huge proponent of hugs. And she never gave wimpy hugs. It was always a real hug. The kind that lets you know you are alive and makes you feel warm and fuzzy.
* The way she would call me every other day just to say hey and see how life was. My phone bill when she was around consisted of at least $100 a month (this was back in the mid and late 80's) of calls just to her. It was worth it. I still remember those conversations.
We didn't always get along so well...but we had come round to a very good relationship before she passed.
Just a side note...mom left when I was 12. She left dad alone to raise the three of us kids. I understand why...but from that first year on, I gave dad a mother's day card every year for the rest of his life. For a number of years, he was the best mom and dad I could have ever asked for.
So...on this day...I say Happy Mother's Day to my Mom and Dad. I miss you both dearly and you'd have loved your grandkids.
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In a mood
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Publié :10/5/2007 8h25
Dernière mise à jour :29/4/2024 1h26 26013 vues
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This is a no member comment post...cause I'm in a mood and don't need pity to add to my pot...I'm sitting and filling it up enough myself.
I have come to the conclusion that I HATE Mother's Day. Two marriages and three kids later, no one remembers me. I'm not talkin' about expensive gifts or something silly like that. I don't need that. I just would like to have one of the kids remember without me telling them what day it is. Yeah, I know. We don't become mothers because we want attention. Becoming a mom is about raising up some good people.
Now don't get me wrong. My kids are good people. They just aren't so thoughtful or too young to understand it.
I know my daughter and I are on the outs and she was the only one who ever did remember. We couldn't have her around anymore as she was hurting my older boy too much. But, she remembered me on mother's day.
The older boy is full of himself at this point and doesn't remember birthdays or anything like that very good. I adore him and I know he loves me but he never has remembered. His dad is very bad with dates and so, he won't remember either and won't remind the older boy.
The wee one is a sweetheart and loves me too but he's a little guy so he won't remember. His dad never has been one to give cards or even acknowledge me in any way so he won't help the wee one to remember either.
Just a hug or a call and the words "Happy Mother's Day Mom". That's all I want. *sad sigh* but I know it won't happen.
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I want it NOW!!!
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Publié :8/5/2007 8h27
Dernière mise à jour :3/5/2012 17h43 27054 vues
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I've decided, after much thought, that I should make a foray into the field of teledildonics/cyberdildonics.
What is that (you may ask)?
Well as I discussed last week, teledildonics/cyberdildonics is the field of sex toys that are attached/linked to your computer and can be operated remotely using the keys on your computer. One of these currently available is a chair set-up with either a device to encapsulate the penis and provide varying pressures/sensations or a dildo for anyone wanting that type of stimulation. I've decided that if I was making them, they'd be called the Chubpumper 3000 (for the men) and the Nubthumper 3000 (for the ladies/whoever  ).
As I'd be starting out just as this idea is getting off the ground, I'd be in on the ground floor. No place to go but up. Research and Development would be key...and you gotta admit, product testing would be something some people might even stand in line to do I can envision what my company could offer you in ten years. It'd go something like this...
To start off with my chairs would be ergonomically precise to your measurements. They'd fit you like the proverbial glove . Like a car being made to order, each chair would be made to your specification with all the attachments that YOU want.
So you could have any combination of sexual attachments in any combination of thicknesses, textures, colors, you name it. It won't matter what your preferences are...we'd be able to accommodate you. You want anal? You want your g-spot taken care of? You want both at once? Maybe you want a light touch rubbing up and down rhythmically to the beat of your favorite tunes? You wanna watch TV...maybe a porno? Oh...or maybe you have pictures or someplace you'd like to surf to on the net while you're being serviced? The possibilities are endless. It will be costly but worth every penny. I can see it all now.
To me the chairs would be just the start. The baseline if you will. The extra services provided for free to begin with and at a monthly charge later on would be phenomenal (I'll discuss those more in another post). Then the specially requested attachments, they'd be just that. Add that word specialty to anything and you just know it's gonna bring in money. Gotta keep up with the other upwardly mobile professionals. It costs to do that. We all know it. And those with that kind of dispensable income will be willing to pay for it. You know it...I know it. It would be new. It would be different. It would feel great!
Just a thought...Can you imagine me going to get a patent for the newest retractable penis with it's special gel insertion process that makes it so the penis is flush with the chair when you start out but slowly, as the mechanical fingers softly stroke your clit and the sensors feel your juices start to flow, it elongates and fills out to fit you perfectly?
Or...maybe you are a man that likes to be ridden? Imagine the patent for the lifelike pelvis...the one that you lower onto yourself. You punch in a weight of the woman you wish was straddling you (so we know just how much pressure should be coming down), then decide on the size of her pussy, how deep the canal should be, whether you want her to squirt today. This pelvis would be pressure sensitive and remember...it would fit to you. The vulva would swell just like it would in any woman, the vaginal canal would contract rhythmically with you, you'd be in control...but because you are in a reclining position, you'd be submissive as well.
I think I'll continue along this line of thought in my next post...I'd like to get into customer service, tech support, employee hiring, etc. It's the products I'm interested in right now though. Damn, this could be FUN!!!
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Playtime for Mom
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Publié :3/5/2007 10h26
Dernière mise à jour :9/5/2007 3h30 26722 vues
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This gave me a giggle...so I'm sharing.
Have you ever tried to explain going to a play and playing to a 6 year old?
Well mine doesn't get it and let everyone he spoke to in the elevator, in the laundry room, etc know that Mommy was "out playing" last evening LMAO. I wonder at the looks I shall receive *giggles*. My honey tried to do damage control but I'm sure some were dubious about it at best LOL.
Aw well, guess I'm just a naughty naughty mommy
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