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submission & metaphor: March 2015
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Life and love as performance art. Wednesday, March 11, 2015. He thinks a lot of himself. Or so he says. He wants me to know that he thinks a lot of himself. Such a mammoth ego. A mammoth ego needing so much support. Wanting constant massaging,. Like his lovely cock,. From hand and mouth and more. To keep it smartly hard. Does he know that's something I love about him? He tries to hide it. As we sort things out. It took me ever so long to see. He had to say it nearly straight out. He needs to save face.
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The B____ Inside: Sonnet 57
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Friday, July 27, 2007. How is it, I wonder, that I made it through umpteen years of school and never read Shakespeare? I have no idea. I ran across this recently and really liked it. Being your slave, what should I do but tend. Upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend,. Nor services to do, till you require. Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour. Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,. Nor think the bitterness of absence sour. The Scarlet Letter huh?
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The B____ Inside: My Trick, Your Treat - Part 1
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Monday, October 09, 2006. My Trick, Your Treat - Part 1. The garden gnome chuckled like a dirty old man as he followed Dorothy down the hall. He cursed under his breath, withdrew the card and turned it around. This time when he inserted it, the little light illuminated in a solid green. He pulled the key out, turned the handle and walked into the room. He knew everyone had their own unique setting, but he hadn’t expected this at all. He found himself standing in front of the swimming pool. Todays B is for.
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A Sexual Adventure: 5 hours of fun - Part 2
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I have always found sex to be an adventure. These are my experiences. Friday, August 3, 2012. 5 hours of fun - Part 2. He had me get on all fours on the bed. "Spread your legs, arch your back, present yourself to me." It wasn't the most comfortable position, but I knew it turned him on to see me in those stockings with my ass and cunt pressed toward him. I was scared of what was going to happen next. This was nothing, but the crop? Things I do remember:. My ass being pounded in all positions - on my knee...
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A Sexual Adventure: Smile
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I have always found sex to be an adventure. These are my experiences. Monday, August 6, 2012. It had been over a week since KH. And I had been together. He had been busy and I had been ill. Still, I wanted him so badly that when he asked if I wanted to fuck, I told him I still wasn't feeling the greatest but that I would try. When he came over my roommate answered the door, and we all made small talk for a bit and eventually my roommate said he was going to bed. KH. A bit, Sir.". I felt stupid for not re...
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submission & metaphor: A moment of weakness
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Life and love as performance art. Monday, March 2, 2015. A moment of weakness. Well, it was more than a moment. It was all day. I was coming apart. Damn, I was coming apart. I hurt so much inside, I couldn't imagine not belonging to this man who is truly extraordinary despite all his faults and weaknesses. It got worse and worse all day until finally I decided that I didn't care. So I sent him the following:. I can't do it, Sir. I can't walk away. I tried, Sir. I tried to do the smart thing. I'm sorry, S...
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submission & metaphor: December 2014
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Life and love as performance art. Saturday, December 27, 2014. The Taste of Christmas Present. And dispelled with any concern about indecipherable run-on sentences. Monday, December 8, 2014. No planes fell on my head. I know I've been quiet again. It's that dark season. We return now to our regularly scheduled silence. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Submissive Jewish bisexual feminist baby boomer explores passion, pain, and poetry while pondering possible routes to happiness. Go here. Give him what he wants.
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submission & metaphor: Seeking solutions
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Life and love as performance art. Friday, March 6, 2015. Tantrums, tears, negotiations. The tantrums weren't mine. You can guess about the tears. He always said he doesn't negotiate. Meanwhile, as offerings, two poems. Blue snow beneath a bright full moon. Who the hell knows. I need some sleep. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Submissive Jewish bisexual feminist baby boomer explores passion, pain, and poetry while pondering possible routes to happiness. Go here. Give him what he wants. A time to cry.
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