Not fair...
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Posted:Nov 11, 2014 8:16 pm
Last Updated:Nov 16, 2014 5:35 am
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Thinking about you is NOT fair.
Knowing you're thinking about me is NOT fair.
Teasing is simply NOT fair.
Making me feel that leash is NOT fair.
Making me crave the struggle is NOT fair.
Making me wet...is NOT fair.
Game on Sir...
Be warned.
I don't play fair.
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her secret
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Posted:Nov 5, 2014 4:54 pm
Last Updated:Dec 25, 2014 2:13 pm
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there's a place inside all of us
it's where we keep them
our secrets
some of the places hold things we have done
some of them hold things we think
hers holds who she is
a slave
some of the places look like fine containers
others look like worn boxes
hers is a cage
for the animal inside
it paces and waits
sometimes
it finds freedom from its bars
and when it does
the hunt begins
when it returns
it is bloodied and scarred
she wears the stripes she has earned
proudly with honor
only to wait again
it is her secret
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The Thought....
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Posted:Oct 28, 2014 8:02 pm
Last Updated:Oct 29, 2014 4:51 pm
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Just the thought of the corners of His goatee drives me nuts....
How that chuckle and the sarcastic "You're so cute" trips from His mouth
Just seeing Him ...
Knowing there's a Him for the she makes everything make sense
Just the thought of Him ....
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jade
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Posted:Oct 13, 2014 8:21 am
Last Updated:Oct 13, 2014 8:08 pm
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I'm gonna love ya
Until you hate me
And I'm gonna show ya
What's really crazy
You should've known better
Than to mess with me, honey
I'm gonna love ya, I'm gonna love ya
Gonna love ya, gonna love ya
Like a black widow, baby
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Behind
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Posted:Sep 21, 2014 8:03 pm
Last Updated:Oct 2, 2014 7:49 pm
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She wants to stand BEHIND Him and press her body against His
To nuzzle His neck and wrap her arms around HiM from BEHIND
She loves to bite gently into His shoulder from BEHIND
Smelling His hair from BEHIND
Wrapping her leg over His hip from BEHIND
Holding his chest with one hand His cock with the other from BEHIND
Feeling Him lean into her and tilt His head back....from BEHIND
BEHIND Is where she belongs... Touching, stroking, kissing, feeling His body
From BEHIND
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Then....Now
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Posted:Aug 30, 2014 4:49 am
Last Updated:May 29, 2024 4:4 am
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It started Then.
She was forced to her knees.
Sweating.
Beaten.
Head hanging.
her collar was tight and worn from the strain.
her body marked with the signs of her training.
Arse flamed from instruction
Wrists bruised from restraint.
Neck raw from fighting her leash.
her breath was labored, uncontrolled, painful.
she ached from the tasks He expected her to complete.
And fell short of everyone of them.
This is Now.
she rises tall.
in her place.
Behind her Master, she stands
Head held high and proud.
her only marks are of those she begs for.
The stripes that allow her to feel again.
her collar no longer bites at her flesh.
But lies delicate around her for display.
Her leash slack with purpose.
Waiting for His command.
Eyes dark, like an animal.
Body controlled but ready.
To attack like a panther from the shadows.
He need only drop her lead
and say, "Go."
And the animal He has groomed races
she will obey and conquer
Whatever prey He has chosen.
Only to return to her place.
No longer at His feet.
Now at His side.
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Something wrong with me....
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Posted:Aug 28, 2014 4:39 pm
Last Updated:Aug 30, 2014 4:20 am
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There must be something wrong with me.
It's the proverbial case of when I have it I don't want it...and when I don't have it...its all I ever think about.
Right now I'm in the later of the two.
Maybe I'm selfish. When things become predictable, I'm done. My mind tends to wander when I'm bored. So does the rest of me.
(And let me add that I do not cheat. I'm just done.)
Keep me guessing...and I'll be yours forever. Make me crave it and you'll have my heart. Make me naughty and you'll have my soul.
I've only known one person to keep my attention. And he's something that I can not have. Funny how badly you can want something that's not yours.
I've said this before...I live for the Rush.
It's my drug of choice.
He knows that.
Bastard He is.....
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La lala laaaa..he-hem Cough!!
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Posted:Aug 11, 2014 4:29 pm
Last Updated:Sep 1, 2014 9:22 am
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Happy birthday to Me...
Happy birthday to me...
Happy birthday Dear Meeeeeeee!!!!
Happy birthday to me!
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Jump
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Posted:Aug 10, 2014 3:56 pm
Last Updated:Sep 22, 2014 6:15 pm
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Have you ever been frightened at the beginning of a new adventure? Truly terrified.
Knowing everyone is there for you but no one can actually help.
You're on your own... no net, no parachute, no safety harness allowed.
Toes at the edge of the fall. Knowing that the alarm clock means "Jump!" Dreading sleep because you knowing the morning will come.
A new path. If you can get through the first day.
"Jump" the wind says.
Hopefully to land somewhere soft, comfortable, well done.
Tomorrow is Day Jump.
Damn I hate new beginnings.
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His smell
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Posted:Aug 8, 2014 8:13 pm
Last Updated:Aug 9, 2014 7:08 pm
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So I've decided it's the smell.
Better yet, it's the smell of things.
Things that make me wet.
Like the way His hair smells, after He's shower and dressed.
And the way His neck smells, right behind His ear - even the place where it meets his shoulders.
Or the way His hip smells as I work my way downward.
The smell of His clothes, and even His car.
His smell when he's not even near me.
I can remember that scent.
And yes it makes my panties wet.
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So I was Thinking...
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Posted:Aug 2, 2014 7:36 am
Last Updated:Aug 3, 2014 8:47 am
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So in the infinite ramblings that go on inside my head, I was thinking about how cool it would be to have a cock. (Apparently I have way to much time on my hands)
For us girls, there is nothing about our bodies that has that kind of control. Yes we have our PMS and our life creating mechanisms, but those are predictable and pretty much regular. To have a cock would be so... Random. Of course in more ways than one.
I mean, I truly think if I had one, I'd never leave the house. For me there is nothing like watching a cock go from soft to hard - and they can get REALLY hard! I have nothing on my person that can do that. I love to feel how satin smooth one can be and in a matter of minutes become raging, seeking out release. It amazes me how that thing works and what it can do!
And yes I know I'll hear all the complaints about boners in public at the pool or wet dreams throughout the teens, but to know that a part of my body can control the rest is a really deep thought. (And don't give me that hey my girl does the same thing with PMS.. That makes her a bitch. Yea well a lot of that is made for TV movie crap as far as I'm concerned).
To have something so independent...that grows to something so demanding would be a definite asset and liability, at the same moment, but I still would love to know exactly what that is like.
See I told you I have too much time on my hands!
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Kissing...
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Posted:Jul 29, 2014 12:18 pm
Last Updated:Aug 1, 2014 1:23 pm
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Thoughts on Kissing:
I wonder why the kissing stops.
Why it no longer becomes something we do before sex.
Or even just to fuel the thought of sex.
I think we all complain about romance and the lack thereof,
but we are so quick to jump into bed over riding it.
Every time I've been a "couple" it was the first sign of trouble. The kissing stopped.
I miss kissing.
And not the "Hey could you get your tongue out of my esophagus and give me back my tonsils please" kind.
I mean the kind that catches you off guard.
The lightest kiss on a shoulder.
Trails moving down a neck.
Maybe even the palm of a hand.
Soft. Slow. Gentle.....
The kind that make ME lean in... Hoping for more.
Those are the kisses I miss.
Real ones.
The ones that make my panties wet.
And make me know I will do ANYTHING to continue.
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(Not) Looking...
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Posted:Jul 25, 2014 9:59 am
Last Updated:Jul 27, 2014 5:49 pm
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One of the questions that comes up almost every first/second conversation is:
What are you looking for?
I'm not.
I've given up looking. I don't know what it was I'd been looking for in the past anyway...things I thought I wanted weren't what they seemed to be or not really what I wanted anyway.
I don't really want a one-night stand and I don't think I'm so good at long term relationships. I hate being the aggressor but hate men that are offensively aggressive. I'm tired of cock pics and frankly don't want to share my nudes anymore.
I'm tired of looking.
Searching for some dream that's not really out there.
What I can tell you is that I've stopped looking.
Now, it's up to him to find me.
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