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Posted:Dec 12, 2008 8:25 pm
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If I close my eyes and really try hard I can feel his body pressing the bed down as he lays beside me. I can sometimes feel how his arm felt draped over my side as we dozed into sleep. I can somehow remember the exact temperature that his body was when he leaned into me as he held me tightly. And if I slowly let these memories wash over me I can remember that sometimes people happen into your life for a reason.
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Christmas Meaning in Action
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Posted:Dec 4, 2008 6:06 pm
Last Updated:Jan 4, 2009 8:21 pm
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I pulled into the parking space at the local Foodland, and realized that facing me was a car, hood up. Two men, both wearing jackets too lightweight to provide protection from the cold wind and rainy weather that was blasting, bent into the engine. A woman was pacing and holding a flashlight for the men. I left my lights on hoping it would provide some additional lumination, and rolled down my window. The three-some was concentrating on pulling some wires, banging on metal, and wiggling battery cables. I waved to the woman when she finally caught my eye and leaned out of my window. "Do you need a jump, hun?" I asked her gently. "No Ma'am.'Fraid its the starter. We've been stuck for 4 hours and we've tried to jump it. We came from Boone County to sell some puppies and it quit working right there. It's awful cold out here" Selling puppies. To buy food? Maybe christmas presents. Maybe drugs, who knows. I surveyed the situation again and noticed an older woman in the car, the young man was the driver, and the second gentleman had stopped to ask if they needed help. 7:47 PM. Not a great time to be repairing a car. "Do you have a ride home, hun?" I asked. "No Ma'am, nobody's got a phone at home, and we've been calling for hours. I'd even give someone a puppy if they could take us there." The young lady was somewhere in her twenties. It struck me that she had no teeth. It also struck me that what she did have, had to be aching her in the cold wind. Where we were, to where she needed to be was about 50 miles. 100 round trip. *Sigh* Mr.NiceGuy was asking the young man the same questions I was asking the young lady, and getting the same answers. They were stranded. I analyzed my gas, the mileage, the fact that I would have to drop my family home first. And then the Mr.NiceGuy's angel heart descended. "Well, if you don't mind my dog, and I run and get a cold pack bag for my groceries, I guess I can take you out there," I overheard him say. Mr.NiceGuy was given his wings. He busied him with moving his groceries, making a spot for the older lady, holding his pup down while the others let the store know of the vehicle staying overnight. I reached into my pocket and all I had was ten dollars. Mr.NiceGuy said "Hi" when I approached him. "I've been listening to your good deeds. Please take this for gas money. It's not much." "No, no nooo no," he said. I slipped it into his pocket. I waved and wished them a safe trip home.
Lord, Grant me the vision to see you work. Every Day. Not just this time of the year. Amen
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Yes, Mistress....
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Posted:Nov 30, 2008 2:22 pm
Last Updated:Jan 10, 2009 1:30 pm
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He had spent weeks teasing her - suggestive e-mails, sweet comments on her blogs, hours chatting online. And then there was the phone sex. He was amazing at bringing her to the edge through her receiver. She could remember the way he sounded when he finally allowed himself the same pleasure she had succumbed to. And then there was the confession. She told him of her former life, and he told her he was very interested. Something would be different tho - the tables would be turned. He was waiting just as she asked him to. Naked. Kneeling on the floor. Head down. She stood before him and he could see the black shiney high heel shoes strapped to her feet, ankles encased in silken stockings. "Look up at me." As his eyes met hers, she dropped the trench coat from her shoulders. He could feel his jaw drop as she stood before him...encased in a black corset, thigh high stockings with her legs spread wide and locked apart. The hair stood from the back of his neck. "Now, you seem to be interested in my world, eh?" she hissed into his ear as she bent forward to him. "Yes, Mistress...." he trailed. "Excellent," she would remark over her shoulder as she walked back to the bag she had dropped by the door. She allowed him the honor of watching her bend at the waist to retrieve two items from the bag. It was all he could stand to see her beautiful bottom as her hips swayed seductively. "Now, two things. You will always call me Mistress...." "And you will always wear this," as she showed him the black leather band studded with silver. "This shows your commitment to me, darling" she trilled as she bent forward to place the collar around his neck. "Now to the couch." His heart was racing and his head was pounding in anticipation of what she had in store for him. He knew she had played hard, yet her role had always been submissive. Now with a crop tapping her palm, her role had reversed dramatically. Could she have learned enough to be the Mistress that he needed - that he wanted? As they moved toward the couch, she would push at him until he was bent over the arm comfortably. "Now pet, I expect little noise," as her hands began to run over his body. "Such a sweet bottom." He knew she was standing next to him and yet couldn't see over his shoulder. Her body heat was close, her hand touching his bottom lightly. *WHAP* He felt every muscle tighten and release. *WHAP* And for just one moment his heart stopped beating. *WHAP* *WHAP* The breath caught in his throat. She leaned into him, across his burning ass cheeks to whisper into his ear. "This my Dear, is only the beginning...."
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Things I'm NOT thankful For This Year
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Posted:Nov 26, 2008 5:19 pm
Last Updated:Dec 1, 2008 2:51 pm
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I guess I'm about as tired of "Thanksgiving" Blogs as anyone else here, and so I've decided to do a "Things I'm NOT thankful For This Year" blog.
I am NOT thankful for the fact that out sons and daughters are far from home fighting a war which I don't understand. (But I thank God every day for those that are there and those struggling to be back at home)
I am NOT thankful that our economy sucks right now. (But I will continue to thank God for the fact that even tho it sucks, its still the greatest in the world.)
I am NOT thankful that on most days, I am too old, too tired, and too broke. (But I thank God every day for giving just one more to enjoy.)
I am NOT thankful when my make my hair turn grey, add wrinkles to my face, and cause my heart to fall out of my chest. (But I thank God each and every moment He has blessed me with them.)
I guess that no matter what I am NOT thankful for, I can always find a way to turn it around and, once again, realize that my life has been blessed with the bumps and bruises and heartaches and tears.
Happy Thanksgiving to all my favorite Pilgrims!
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my friend
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Posted:Nov 22, 2008 4:37 pm
Last Updated:Nov 25, 2008 3:41 am
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A bottle of whiskey a friend who would share his knowledge of the mountain and his view of the stars. Two lonely souls and one beautiful sky. One heart broken and alone. The other lonely and bored. They shared a drink and road the night far into the forest and away from their lives. He took her to the place where the buckeye tree soared and she found a diamond sky. In the dark they passed the bottle both of them knowing that they shared common lives. No words needed to be said. Less words needed to be heard. The stars twinkled down on them like raindrops and both of them began hoping for something they didn't have.
They listened to the sound of silence knowing that friends always know when to be silent.
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Once before
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Posted:Nov 21, 2008 3:32 am
Last Updated:Aug 15, 2009 7:30 pm
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Looking at my hands I wonder if They will ever touch The right one again
Feeling my lips I ponder whether they Will taste another's Lips again
Knowing my heart As it beats each day I cry when I think It might never be whole
And yet I think I know That this too shall pass If I sit And be still
And even without those things I am where I am And this is where I belong And if it never happens again I was blessed that it was Once before.
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The Message
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Posted:Nov 16, 2008 6:39 am
Last Updated:Nov 24, 2008 4:26 am
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I got the message. "There's a surprise waiting for you at home." It was our "code-words" to say that he was very horney, ready and waiting. It also meant that a certain level of kink was going to be played. And of course, the message made me smile. So when I opened the bedroom door, it was no surprise to find him sleeping. Actually he and I both knew that was a fib. I could tell that underneath the blanket he was on his belly, leg bent upward, arm thrown over his pillow. I chuckled that after all this time, he was still the sexiest man I knew. Of course, I would play the game. Tip-toeing to the bed, pulling the cover back slightly, I was wondering how this was going to be different. I didn't wonder long. Slipping my hands down his back I first encountered a nice round ass. I love the way it feels when his muscles harden and he thrusts into me. The travel continued. Lower still to just underneath his ass cheeks, further to the smoothness of the tops of his legs. This is where you enter my surprise. Silk. Black Thigh High Stocking Silk. And my hands could not resist. My first thought is..."How terribly Naughty." My second was "Fuck me silly." Pushing him to his back and yanking at the blanket, I took a look at the muscular legs encased in the blackness. My hands traveled from his feet towards his ankle, just letting the smoothness tickle my palms. Upward to the shins and calves followed by his thighs that were held tight by their satin captors. It was there that I realized I was not the only one aroused at this point. When I finally caught his eye and his grin, I knew this was going to be a "round" we wouldn't soon forget. I couldn't wait to touch the hard-on that was not far from my hands. Once I touch it my mouth soon follows. I made sure to keep one hand on his hose and one on his erection as I slowly lowered my head to feel his hardness. And then...a thought occurred to me. I retreated just a bit to raise one of his legs and slip the stocking from it's hold. Slowly of course for effect, grinning like the Cheshire Cat all the while. Dramatically, I slip the silk from his foot and twirled it in the air like a stripper on stage. The look from him was priceless. Climbing to straddle his legs, I can now take hold of his hard-on again, only this time my hand isn't bare. It's encased in the silken hose and by the look on his face, it feel very, very nice. Slowly, almost painfully, I stroke his cock with the lightest silky touch. I simply can't forget his balls, as they tightened with the feel of the warm hose. I don't believe I've ever seen his cock harder. I don't believe I've ever wanted to fuck him harder. I don't believe all it took was a set of stockings. Looks like I'm going hose shopping this weekend.
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"Good Morning, Ma'am...."
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Posted:Nov 14, 2008 4:33 am
Last Updated:Nov 21, 2008 3:39 am
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"Good Morning Ma'am. I'm calling about the Dozer you have for sale in the paper."
"The what?"
"The Dozer...Bulldozer Ma'am."
"Uhm. I don't have a dozer for sale."
"Says in the paper you do. Is this 555-2693?"
"Well yes it is. But I'm sorry, I don't own a Dozer."
"Oh, I'm sorry for bothering you Ma'am.
"Well it's OK even tho it is 7:30 in the morning."
"I wanted to get right on it Ma'am. Was a right good price for a dozer.
"Must be a misprint in the paper."
"Reckun you'll be getting a few calls on it."
"Reckun I will."
"Well you have a fine day Ma'am."
"Good luck with your Dozer search."
"Why thank you Ma'am."
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"Sigh"
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Posted:Nov 10, 2008 5:19 am
Last Updated:Nov 15, 2008 4:23 am
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I've come to know that when I reach the place of confusion, change is in motion. I also know that when my gullet feels like its making it's way out of the back of my spine, the only thing to calm it sometimes is to sit and reflect. My life has been a training grounds of sorts lately. Courage and Bravery have been stretched and refined this past year. Patience was thrown into the fire and she came out shinier and more brilliant than ever. There are a few tests that I have taken several times and it seems that I can't get a handle on. I've grasped Jealousy and wrung her little neck, only to find she creeps back in. Anger and I have fought a hard battle and even tho I haven't figured out how to make her stay gone, I have learned to squash her quickly. Studying concepts that I have never understood before have helped. My faith has been renewed and has been joined by a bit of time-honored ways of thinking. Eclectic is what I shall respond when asked what religion I am from now on. People ask too many questions when you say "I'm a fengSui-Christian." I do believe that I have become a better person this year, but I know that the journey begins again each and every day. I have a mental list of the things I would like to work on to become even closer to that imaginary goal of perfection. One of those things is to not set my goals quite that high. I'd like to better understand the concept that everything is not about me personally. I want to remember that I am a part of the journey of others, and that part is meant not be to be a negative force, but to raise that person above their trials as best I can. I'd like to think that I was a more positive influence, than a negative one...to my family, to my home, to my community, to my earth. I'd like to overcome loneliness, even if I am alone. I guess what I'm saying is that I know that where I am, is where I'm supposed to be. And even right there, I could stand to become better. Thanks for listening. T.
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30 hours
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Posted:Nov 8, 2008 9:00 pm
Last Updated:Nov 17, 2008 6:44 pm
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It has been 30 hours since...
I watched a young girl very painfully become a young woman.
I heard the shouting of a midwife and the coaching of a nurse both doing what they have studied to do.
I saw the slow rise of a monitor working to gather data while bump bump bumping a small but strong heartbeat.
I prayed to God that everything was in his hands and could He please make the outcome go well just one more time for me.
I held my breath from across a room while my cried for the first time in a long time.
I smiled as the tiny little face blinked at her brand new world.
I thanked my Maker for allowing me the wonder of watching His work as so many have done before me.
Happy Birthday Alexandria Taylor. Nanny's going to call you Sophi. You can call me anything you'd like.
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Stay exactly like that
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Posted:Nov 6, 2008 4:56 pm
Last Updated:Nov 10, 2008 6:37 pm
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From Zen Is Right Here: Teaching Stories and Anecdotes of SHUNRYU SUZUKI....
During a break on the fourth day of a sesshin at Tassajara, I stood on the bridge overlooking the creek. It was a beautiful fall day. The leaves on the trees were all vibrating and alive, and I could see energy coursing through everything. Suzuki Roshi came by, looked in my eyes, and said, "Stay exactly like that."
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Yessss
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Posted:Nov 3, 2008 11:21 am
Last Updated:Nov 6, 2008 3:20 am
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Waking to the feeling of his hands slowly running the length of my thigh, a sigh escapes from my lips to encourage him onward. Shall I pretend I am still asleep and see how far he will go? Or shall I open my eyes and grin toward him, so that he knows I am at his mercy, and his hands? I choose the grin, and willingly part my thighs as he moves closer to look where his hands will explore. Fingers touching lightly, breath warm against my skin. My eyes close again, forcing my concentration to the exact contact point between him and I. Tips of fingers, teasing, stroking, dipping themselves lower. Touching first the outside, then slowly entering the inside, my reaction is to arch and draw a breath deeply. Up and down. Circles around. Inside then outside, spreading the wetness. A shift of his body and the heat becomes hotter. His fingers remain there and are joined by his mouth. Kissing gently. Nipping a bit. Until my moan causes his tongue to begin its journey. Mimicking his fingers, his tongue is so much smoother and more gentle. Our body heat is almost exactly matching and I cannot tell where he begins, and where I end. Rhythm. Intensity. I find myself reaching for his head with my hands. Begging for more. Pulling him in. Begging to cum. He knows it is time. His mouth takes hold. Sucking, gently. Steadily. Purposely. Over and over, with the same pressure in the right spot. Fingers playing, stroking, drawing. Higher to the edge. Just a bit further. Until..... Yesssss
No breath. No sound. No him. No me. Not one. Not two. But one and two.
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Once upon a time....
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Posted:Oct 29, 2008 5:29 am
Last Updated:Nov 10, 2008 4:51 am
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Once upon a time there was a girl whose entire existence surrounded upon her giving. She had a husband and and a family and a house and pets. And she gave and she gave and she gave. It never occurred to her not to do for others. And she liked her life fairly well. Time runs on. Things happened to the girl and she found herself without the husband. And yet, she continued to give, more so now than before. It became a part of her, to give all and ask for nothing in return. She became busier than before. And she liked her life fairly well. During this time, a man appeared in her world. He would ask of her only one thing. She should surrender all of herself to Him. The girl understood the meaning of giving, and she gave Him her all. She knew some of the things He asked for weren't mainstream or fundamental, but she still continued to give. And she like her life fairly well. And then the man left. She was alone again. And she looked and looked for another to whom she could give. Some took a bit, but not all like she was so accustomed to. She tried to find the meaning in her world. And she wasn't pleased with her life. When she had almost given up, an incredible being entered her world. At first he was there to help her understand what she had gone through. And then he gave her advice to help her find herself. And then he asked for something she had never been asked of before. Nothing. She didn't understand. She tried to give. She tried to come up with suggestions and ideas. She tried to help him as much as he had helped her. None of the things she tried worked. And then she realized. He needed nothing of her. None of her works, or her help, or her giving. He simply needed her. And she liked her life terribly well.
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