Ahhhh Fuck....another guest book
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Posted:Nov 18, 2009 6:21 am
Last Updated:Jun 5, 2011 3:57 am
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Yeah here it is....honestly I don't care if you sign it or not, only because I find them irritating at times. If you choose, thanks it's appreciated. If not...I FEEL YOU....
Give your feedback, suggestions, opinions,thoughts,promote ur own blog or say NADA....
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pliability
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Posted:Nov 17, 2010 3:40 am
Last Updated:Jun 5, 2011 3:58 am
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Time seems to stop and I'm calling your name,
Fear fills me from within, that you don't feel the same.
But the sound of your voice washes all my worries aside,
It dares me to believe, to find truth between lies.
The vision of your smile gives me courage, while your beauty shatters my soul,
I long for your gentle touch, to again make me whole.
So take me, I'm your prisoner, I surrender without a fight,
Break me down and build me up with your passionate kiss goodnight...
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My Pussy!!!!
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Posted:Nov 15, 2010 9:05 pm
Last Updated:Nov 20, 2010 2:12 pm
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Let's be real for a moment. In the grand scheme of all things sexual, most of us are pretty egotistical! Everyone practices, and hones their skills on some level in order to be told they are the "best". It's real, it's true, it's part of the game. We all want and need that on some level at some point. Women seem to understand how men need/desire some ego stroking on occasion and the positive effects it can have on them being able to get what they want and need in various situations. Again it's part of the game! There is something powerful and enticing about hearing those words "This is your pussy/dick". If you've heard it you understand.
I understand and am not beyond admitting needing that occasional ego boost. However, I strive to EARN those words being said and willingly work towards making it happen...I want it at it's truest level- when she will freely admit to her friends..."this is Aubdog's pussy" and mean it!
She'd decided to whip us up some lunch after a long lazy Saturday morning spent in bed. Our sexual chemistry was truly off the charts, both being able to arouse the other with certain looks, the slightest touches and even using the right voice fluctuations. She stood there in her little black panties and my gray beat(tank top, A-shirt, sling-shot, wife-beater, under shirt) looking sexy as hell. I stared at her and she noticed smirking just a little. My stare soon turned into a glare accompanied by a devilish grin and a plan. I joined her in the kitchen, standing behind her and gently began to kiss her neck and collar bone. I reached around and turned off the burner saying, "this can wait". Without warning I bent her at her hips, grabbed a handful of hair and began to spank her. Softly and playfully at first but adding a greater degree of intent with each swat. Her "oohs" and "aahs" soon gave way to slight whimpers. I lovingly rubbed and massaged her ass while releasing her hair. She turned around and looked at me with confusion and a tinge of anger in her eyes. Before she could speak I gave her one of the most passionate kisses she'd experienced. As she began to moan I fondled her breasts the way she likes, cupping them with care, caressing them firmly and pinching and tugging at her nipples. My right hand descended to her panties and I gently rubbed over her moist mound. Her eyes rolled back slightly as I moved them aside and began to run my fingers up and down her slit. Up and down, up and down, then dipping one and two fingers inside her. Up and down, up and down, dipping inside then playing with her clit. She was fully arouse and I grinned. I placed two fingers in her mouth which she sucked clean, then returned to playing with her soaking wet pussy. I demanded she look at me and I began to rub her clit and finger fuck her with one clear purpose. She began to writhe with pleasure. She soon wrapped her arms around me as she neared climax. "Do you know what I want"? I said to her. "Yes" she replied. "Tell me"..."You want me to cum, make me cum please, I'm going to cum for you". I fucked her hard with three fingers, pulled them out and rubbed her clit like a mad man. I stopped suddenly. "No that's NOT what I want". I turned to the fridge, opened it and offered her a glass of the juice I was going to pour for myself. She stood amazed, shocked really. The look of frustration on her face brought me satisfaction. "Oh fuck you" she said have playing, while draping herself around me. She tried everything she knew to get me to respond. Kissing me in all my spots, stroking my cock thru my shorts. I gave her no signal at all. I turned to her slowly, gently cupping her face in my hands and kissed her lips softly. "Do you know what I want"? She looked slightly confused. I pushed her onto the stool next to the counter, ripped off her panties and began to eat her pussy hungrily, like I a fat eating cake and trying to go into a diabetic coma. I moaned and groaned into her pussy. I licked, sucked, slurped, spat and pawed it. She went nuts. She couldn't keep her legs still. She grabbed the back of my head and I swatted her hands away. "What do I want?" I said repeatedly. She begged me to tell her, informing me I could have anything I wanted, telling me she was mine while warning me she was going to cum. I felt the tremors beginning, removed my mouth from her clit and fingers from inside her and stood up. I walked out of the kitchen and into the bedroom without looking back. I gave one warning. "If you finish by yourself I'm fucking leaving". My grin would have made the Cheshire Cat proud. I heard her footsteps before I saw her. She stomped down the hall and stood in the doorway. "What the fuck? Why are you doing this?" She said it angrily yet pleadingly. I caressed her hair, kissed her cheek and looked her deep in the eyes, "because I truly want something, there's a gift I want you to bestow upon me. I WILL earn it"! I walked to the bed leaving her looking stumped, curious and frustrated. I motioned her to the bed where I had undressed completely. She walked to me timidly. I removed the beat with care, hell it was my favorite one, plus she looked fucking HOT in it. I kissed her passionately again. I laid her down and explored her entire body. I told her how much I cared for her, how she made me feel and how i wanted to make her feel as well. Our bodies became a tangled mess as we made love. I began to tell her a story of a man on a journey for a treasure that was guarded by Goddess. A treasure that she had to give freely and willingly. I could feel her beginning to climax again. I pulled out, spanking her swollen pussy with my hard slippery cock. "Do you know what I want"? Before she could answer I pushed her legs back over her head, mounted and began to plow into her deeply and furiously. I stopped after several minutes, knowing she again was dying to come. She gave way to anger and hit me saying "fuck you, fuck you". I gave her a disapproving look. One you give a 5 year old after they've used a bad word. With my left hand I grabbed her neck and began to choke her a bit. With my right I fucked her pussy. I glared into her eyes, trying to look deep within her soul. "I will have what I want, you want me to have it and you don't know it yet" I said. I alternated finger fucking her, pressing her G-spot with force and rapidly playing with her clit. This time I didn't stop. I didn't blink and I felt anger and anticipation rising from within me. "Who fucking makes you feel good"? "Who makes love to you like no one ever has", "Who knows how to fuck you into submission"? "Who makes your pussy throb with excitement with his voice"? I was choking her and could feel her giving in. With a trembling fury she exploded! Gasping for air as her pussy contracted and erupted like a volcano. Tears streaming down her face, her stomach quivering and her sweet nectar flowing everywhere. I immediately rolled her over and began to fuck her doggy style allowing her to watch us in the mirrored headboard. Again and again she was about to cum, each time I interrupted it by stopping and asking her to give me what I wanted. She began to get it. She looked at me and said "if you want the treasure take it motherfucker". I smiled and if it was possible my dick got harder. I laid her on her side and scissored her legs and mine. Long, slow, deeply penetrating strokes that found her cervix. "Harder, faster" she demanded. "Give me my gift I demanded". With a devilish grin of her own she replied "if you want this pussy take it". I fucked her as hard as I ever had. I pounded her with reckless abandon all the while telling her all I was willing to do to and for her. She rolled her hips and pushed me back, quickly sitting on top of me. She rode me hard as I sat up and scooted us to the edge of the bed to increase my leverage. We kissed and bit one another. She clawed at my back while I plunged my stiff cock clear into her abdomen. She was fucking me back just as hard and grinding her hips. It was as if she were trying to take my entire waist into her pussy. She glared at me, kissed me hard and began to beg. "Please let me cum", "cum with me, cum deep in your pussy". I smiled asking her to say it again. "Cum deep in your pussy". I pumped harder and faster. I could feel her pussy tightening around my cock. The sound of wet skin colliding increase. I cuffed her shoulders with my hands forcing her down on me harder and deeper. A bevy of guttural moans and groans came from us both. She yelled "this is your pussy, please make your pussy cum". "Yes, anything you want baby". And with that she relaxed, quivered and bit me hard as she again exploded, yelling repeatedly "it's yours, this pussy belongs to you". She came as hard as I'd ever felt her cum before. Seconds later I let loose my own deep and intense eruption. She didn't move. Her pussy milked every ounce I had to offer. We were a wet and sweaty mess and we sat there reveling in it. As we kissed she whispered into my ear "You've earned it baby, I give you my pussy". She climbed off of me and said "let me look at MY cock" with a smile. I glanced around the room and gave her a look of confusion. "Umm did you buy a dildo I'm not aware of, cause you gotta earn this".....
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Posted:Nov 1, 2010 2:55 pm
Last Updated:Dec 24, 2010 3:04 am
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Steam billowed out of the bathroom as I stood watching the bubbles rise in the tub. The aroma of vanilla filled the muggy air from the burning candles. To my left a room service tray sat covered and undisturbed. Though it was noon, it would have been easy to lie in bed all day as dark rain clouds covered the sky. I turned off the water and submerged my arm to check the temperature. I sat on the edge of the tub momentarily reminiscing about the events that unfolded last night. A feeling of tranquility passed over me as I focused on how it felt to hold her in my arms, to fall asleep and wake with this angel next to me. I’d awakened much earlier and watched her sleep for a bit. A true beauty and I have no doubt about how truly lucky I am to be in this position.
I left the bathroom to find her sitting up in bed sipping the coffee I’d prepared for her, while she channel surfed. She smiled and all was right in the world. I leaned over and kissed her lips softly, then her forehead. I grabbed the remote, turned off the TV and said, “Come on”. She looked quizzically at me and smirked. I led her to the bathroom, motioning her in with my arm. “What is this?” she exclaimed with giddy delight. I kissed her cheek and replied, “It’s for you”. She reached into the tub and felt the water. I added a bit of cold water to make it perfect for her. She turned her back to me, removed my t-shirt and stepped into the water…
There she was, this angel, wading, relaxing in a bath I prepared for her. Droplets of water were sliding down her skin, bubbles clinging to her and steam rising from the water. The candles flickered and sweet vanilla filled the air. I reached out and touched her shoulder. She turned and gently kissed my hand. As she lathered up the wash cloth I removed the cover from the room service tray to expose its contents. Damn she was a vision of loveliness-so sexy and sensual. Her tanned skin glistened. Her arms toned and fit, but incredibly feminine. Her knees peeked out from beneath the bubbles. As she washed her arms and legs I couldn’t help but stare at her, reminded of how it felt to be enwrapped by them. The way her silky soft skin felt against my own. “Close your eyes baby”, I said to her. I extended a ripe and very firm strawberry to her lips. Using the point of its bottom I traced her full, sugary lips. “Mmmm” she moaned, before parting her lips and biting into it. It was surprisingly juicy. Her lips gently sucked at the strawberry to prevent its juice from dripping onto her chin. Everything about her excited me, the way she chewed the strawberry, her perfect jaw line, her neck was even sexy when she swallowed. I feed her the rest of the strawberry then proceeded to feed her grapes, bananas and melon. It was all I could do to not strip and join her in the tub, but this was about HER pleasure, HER relaxation, HER understanding of how a real man should treat and care for HER…
After a brief, yet inviting kiss, I readjusted myself and grabbed a cup. “Tilt your head back” I asked of her. Filling the cup with water I poured it onto her hair until it was completely saturated. I followed this by expelling a fair amount of her shampoo in my palm and proceeding to wash her hair. I made sure to spread it evenly and dragged my nails softly against her scalp. Her red and honey blonde hair was even more beautiful wet than dry. I rinsed it carefully, ensuring no shampoo ran onto her face. I then conditioned her hair. I massaged her scalp for several minutes, becoming intoxicated by her slight moans of pleasure. I became incredibly turned on as I watched the water run off of her hair, across her shoulders and down her body before resting back in the tub. I noticed her perfect nipples were erect. As the bubbles had all but disappeared I could see all of her now. I wringed the water from her hair and with my left hand began to rub her neck. I couldn’t help myself. I leaned down and kissed her. I sucked her lips which tasted of the fruit I’d fed her only minutes earlier. She moaned and shifted. I could feel the swelling in loins. With my right hand I traced her shoulders, around her breast and lowered my hand into the water down her stomach. I found her perfectly smooth pussy and began to rub it. I was no longer massaging her neck, rather gripping a handful of her hair and slightly pulling her head back. My hand wandered up and down her slit while I kissed down her neck and began to suck on her nipples. My fingers made way to her clit which I flicked and rubbed. While doing this I began to whisper to her. Telling her how incredible she felt last night, how long I’d wanted her, how lucky she made me. I occasionally slid my fingers inside of her and pressed upon her G-spot only to make my way back to her clit. “I don’t want this to end”…”all I want to do is make you feel good, do I make you feel like a woman”…”I’ll do whatever it takes to please you”. She gripped my legs and clawed at my shoulders. “I woke up and could still taste you… I can still smell you now”. She moaned loudly, she grunted and she whimpered. She came hard as my finger ran back and forth across her clit furiously. I kissed her deeply, sucking in her fruity moans of ecstasy. She sank deep into the water which was luke warm at best by now. We shared a smile then I kissed her ear softly, stood and grabbed a towel. I stood there full mast and opened the towel for her. “Come on babe, we’ve got plenty more to do today”….
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Long time coming….
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Posted:Oct 31, 2010 12:58 am
Last Updated:Nov 10, 2010 8:15 pm
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She stood in the doorway, scanning the room. “There” she thought to herself as she spotted her quarry. She waded through the throngs of bodies effortlessly and gracefully as she headed towards him. He was standing near the middle of the room engaging in conversation with a few others. Bodies were everywhere. The music blared as people danced. Pockets of party goers held conversations around the room, yelling to be heard over the music, while others ordered drinks from the bar and dozens of others partook in the various games that were being played around the room. Laughter filled the air, yet a nervous excitement ran through her. She approached from behind him and reached out to place her hand on his waist. In that moment every conversation, every fantasy, every interaction they’ve shared ran through her mind. They’d never officially met, though they’ve interacted hundreds of times online. Unbeknownst to most, they had been exchanging mails and talking on the phone for a while. Initially it was platonic but things progressed quickly…naturally. Of the dozens of mutual acquaintances they shared only a few had any idea of the interest they shared in each other and none knew it’s depth and intensity.
Gently, almost hesitantly she placed her hand on the small of his back. He turned his head to see her smile greeting him. Time seemed to slow down. She could feel her heart racing while nervous beads of perspiration built above her brow. He turned completely, his eyes meeting her gaze. Neither spoke a word. It felt as if an eternity passed while they stood there looking at each other, getting lost in each other’s eyes. His hands found her hips as he met her smile. She nearly melted. Without warning he gently pulled her close and pressed his lips against hers. It was slow, passionate and deep. At first she was shocked but that quickly gave way to relief...to desire. Before she knew it, she had wrapped her arms around him, one hand on his back while the other grasped the back of his head. As she let out a little moan of pleasure, he gently bit her bottom lip and the kiss ended. They smiled nervously at each other silently until he spoke. “WOW”, he said.
The rest of the evening was a blur. They mingled both together and separate, never straying too far from the other. They shared dances, drinks and laughs until the night ended. Without a word being said between them they held hands, said their good-byes to others and left the banquet together. Each knew what was to come. They’d fantasized about it, they’d briefly discussed it, they frequently joked about it. They reached his room and as he placed the card key in the door he turned and asked her “are you sure”? She blushed a bit as she felt giddy all over. “Yes” she replied with a kiss on the cheek.
As the door closed behind them she found herself being placed up against a wall. He was assured, he was dominant but not aggressive. She welcomed his touch, she returned his wanting. As they kissed passionately he grasped her hands and held them against the wall above her head. He took both of her hands into one of his and carefully turned her at the waist. Goose bumps covered her body as he kissed the nape of her neck, her collar bone and shoulders. Using his teeth and free hand he unzipped her dress. It fell to the ground. He pressed against her, letting her hand loose as he began to rub all over her body. Caressing her shoulders, down her sides, across her hips and up and down her thighs. She murmured with delight. He breathed gently as he whispered softly into her ear “you are a dream come true”. She turned and looked at him, walked to the bed and lay on it smiling invitingly at him.
As he approached the bed she sat up to meet him. She tugged at his tie, making him bend forward and kissed him while unbuttoning his shirt. Together they fumbled with his belt. As his pants hit the ground she couldn’t help but to smile as she recognized his underwear matched the outfit he had been wearing. She also noticed the bulge. “Mmmmm” she said aloud. He carefully laid her back and crawled next to her. They kissed. Their lips were inseparable. He traced her body with his fingers. Methodically he kissed and licked her from head to toe, his mouth making love to her skin. He kissed across her breast, licking and sucking her nipples, responding to her body's reactions. Down her stomach, across her hips into her inner thigh. She could feel his breath on her sweet mound. He looked up at her, grinned and said “WOW”. Before she could respond he began to kiss her wet and swollen lips. Licking them gently, then with more pressure as if massaging her labia with his tongue. Up and down her slit went his tongue until finding her erect clit. He knew what he was doing. He began with soft kisses and licks. Then he sucked her clit into his mouth and began to flick it simultaneously. His tongue flicked and darted on and around her exposed clit. It danced on her clit…Mamba, Tango, Salsa…it was sexy, passionate and her desire grew with each passing second. As her hips arched and legs quivered, she groaned and unexpectedly gripped his head while she rode a wave of ecstasy crashing down on a climatic shore. She breathed heavily and moaned as he made his way back up to her face. They kissed and he laid on top of her. She felt his swollen manhood pressed against her as she attempted to recover from a very intense orgasm. He kissed and nibbled her neck and pulled her hair. As she moaned with excitement she felt the head of his swollen member sliding up and down her soaking wet slit. With little effort he entered her slowly. The fit was perfect. His width stretched her slightly while his length was enough to ensure deep penetrating pleasure. “Oh fuck” she groaned as her nails dug into his back.
It was an intense and pleasurable trip…a journey along the fine line of raw animalistic lust and erotic sensuality. Slow and deep, hard and fast…a beautiful experience culminating in a simultaneous guttural orgasmic explosion. She rode him fiercely as they came together. She collapsed onto his chest as they each attempted to regain their breath. He held her tightly, kissed her and stared into her eyes. He smiled and said… “that’s been a long time coming”. They giggled and cuddled into a deep rest, looking forward to the remainder of their weekend together.
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Intrigue
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Posted:Feb 17, 2010 9:00 pm
Last Updated:Nov 9, 2010 6:56 pm
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She appeared out of nowhere really. Another person in passing warranting a second glance and not much more. Only because I had little desire to battle the masses for her attention. It was a lovely spectacle...men on the prowl amuse me. She was fair game for the right hunter. Fortunately for me, I chose not to enter the arena that night, ignoring her attempts to draw me in. Yes...I believe it was this that garnered her favor upon me.
The next chance encounter...brief and distant, but enough....
It is amazing what we find when we are not looking. In the grand scheme of things we both were searching. The inequities of lust and desire bring us to several common stops, similar revelations and paralleled goals....
I will accept this gift...her presence and cherish it while I am allowed to do so. Curiosities peaked, intrigue running awry and full attention given.... To her other suitors....I pity you, while wishing you well. Where you will become intimidated and feel inferior, I will find comfort... I've not felt so charged....so fired up in some time....Let the games begin
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blue monday
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Posted:Feb 15, 2010 9:25 pm
Last Updated:Jun 5, 2011 4:00 am
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The fragility of life is such an amazing and misunderstood thing. Death comes to us in many forms on a daily basis. It is not always the "end of life" that signifies death more often the end of "something". As I continue to learn and grow, to experience and take in from life as much as I am capable, I will do so from this day forward with a greater appreciation of the small things, of the little details and attempt to make my appreciation known and felt when possible.
It is so easy to get wrapped up in the hectic pace of life, consumed by all that doesn't go our way, things we don't have.....in this we become blind to what is good, ignore lessons to be learned and are unable to appreciate simple pleasures....
While health issues, old age and broken hearts and spirits ambush my world...I will prepare for battle, accepting what I must, atoning for what I can and believing in who I shall be.....
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a friend indeed
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Posted:Feb 11, 2010 11:12 am
Last Updated:Jun 5, 2011 4:00 am
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Ahh.... life has many ways of keeping us off balance. Recently I have been privy to tests and challenges, some of which have offered me the opportunity to examine myself to the core. At one point I would have been very uncomfortable with this and politely denied the chance to do so. However, now, I realize the importance and the gift that comes with self examination.
So i write now on the topic of friendship, rather my version of being a true friend and the consequences there within. Someone dear to me, closer than I'd ever allowed any other to be, has been in a downward spiral for some time. It finally became too painful for me to bare. Now as a friend, a true friend, I forgave many things, was very sympathetic and empathetic, while at the same time being honest. Finally her choices have led her down a path I can not allow myself to run down.
You cannot save someone that doesn't want to be saved. I realized through my self examination, that I was arrogant enough to think that I had what was needed to help her get through the myriad of things she'd left undealt with, and see her back on track to being a wonderful and worthwhile woman. I ignored my own instincts, I justified poor choices and unsavory behavior. I enabled a lot....I will eventually forgive myself for doing so. With that realization, amid struggling with the fact that her two that I adore are about to lose their mother, I chose to cut her out of my life. It was truly a heart wrenching and relieveing experience. I was given plenty of reasons to never speak to her again and walk away hurt, angry and hateful....I am glad I chose not to do that. My only regret is not coming to my realization sooner.
All that to say this.....many people come in and out of our lives. They fill voids, meet needs and provide us with learning experiences. Friendships grow and go through hard times. Real friends will be there for us, will help us how they can and offer a soft shoulder, an open ear or if needed a nudge in the right direction.
But it is through the tests of our personal demons that we identify TRUE friends. I attest that anyone who will stand by and watch as one continuously makes mistakes, contributes to ill behavior or continuously helps one cover up mistakes is not a TRUE friend. People who say they want us to be happy, but are not willing to help us achieve what WE as individuals define happiness(not their definition) are not TRUE friends. A TRUE friend will tell you..."hey I love you and you're fucking up"... a TRUE friend will be there, listen and not judge while helping you realize you are not headed to where you say you want to be. Anyone who will stand by watching, participating or helping your downfall has an agenda and not your best interest at heart....
I was a TRUE friend....I did as much as I possibly could and determined that, not only was there nothing left that I could do, but that I could not stand around and watch as someone I care about continues to hurt themself. A True friend that realized that we sometimes have to hit bottom alone, before we are willing to reach for an extended arm that wants to pull us UP not further DOWN.
Am I patting myself on the back or tooting my own horn....not in the slightest. This is truly heart breaking for me. One of the hardest decisions I've ever made and I wrestle with it constantly. But to turn back around now and continue to yell and scream..."hey you need help...hey why are you doing this".....that would be purely self-serving, thus not being a TRUE friend.
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does it have to be complicated?
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Posted:Feb 9, 2010 4:30 pm
Last Updated:Nov 16, 2010 7:22 am
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So we met, expectations were not high...but suffice it to say I think we both were a bit surprised at how well we hit it off, how naturally things came and there was a little connection there. Love...no I'm not saying that...hell you wouldn't go down that road anyway. If there's one thing I am, it's honest about ME. I shot ya straight, told you what I was feeling and thinking. I'm sure it may have been uncomfortable or strange sometimes. I told you from the beginning I would not jump into a relationship, but wasn't looking for meaningless sex...Hell I don't care how good the pussy is, it can have a cape a side-kick and it's own shroud in the Vaginal Hall of Fame, I will not drive 100+miles just for sex. So we connected and it was worth it. Life happens and things change, priorities need to be shuffled and feelings...well they are often fleeting. Don't get frustrated with my honesty now, when it worked for us before....I know I'm a strange breed! This need to understand things, asking the dreaded "why"... Hell if ya wake up in the morning and there's a lump on your head that wasn't there when you went to sleep, won't you want to know how it got there? Oh..maybe it's just me....anyway.....say what you mean, mean what you say. Actions speak louder than any words ever can. Yours, well I've told you what they tell me and really I'm ok with it....There's no need to make people wonder, we're "grown ass adults". Why make things harder than they need to be?
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what's good for the goose
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Posted:Jan 18, 2010 11:43 pm
Last Updated:Mar 16, 2011 3:45 am
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I said to her..."Is it so strange, so far fetched that a man can actually be honest, forthright and real? I was under the impression that these were admirable and desirable qualities. Perhaps it's because I know heart break so well and understand that I have a trust issue or two of my own, that I choose to be open and honest. I don't have time for games, life is too short and feelings to fragile and complicated. For these reasons if no other, I do not do well with "double standards". She sat there staring at me from across the couch. I could tell the wheels were spinning.... She looked quizzically at me and began to speak. I cut her off..."Look, be you, be who and how you are. Just understand that when you're expectations, needs and desires of me are more than you are willing to give in return, you will start to lose me....I care about you, you matter to me and for those reasons I am willing to look at ME, to look at my own behavior and act in a way that not only makes you comfortable, but that is proactive in developing and nurturing the growing bond of trust between us..." Trust is the food that nurtures the caterpillar that is a relationship. It helps to forge the cocoon from which a beautiful relationship may emerge. If taken care of , if done right....a beautiful, strong and healthy relationship takes flight. "So do not ask me to give more than you are willing to give, do not believe it is ok for you to act or behave in a way that you would not accept if it were me and do not assume I understand you intentions. I will be me...I will ask questions, I will ask for feed back, I will self evaluate and I will not judge. I merely want to see you smile, I want for you, nothing short of happiness....do what makes you happy.....just be real about it"
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work in progress......
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Posted:Jan 7, 2010 8:34 am
Last Updated:Mar 27, 2010 10:24 pm
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I look at the clock and feel as though I'm late. But it doesn't spur me into action. Check my pulse and my senses...yup still alive, my wits about me. Why is it then that I'm having such a difficult time getting a move on? I ponder....at some point the anchor will lift and I will again set sail freely. Until then I suppose it is better to remain docked to make all the necessary repairs. Hell who wants to be aboard the Love Boat while it's full of holes and taking on water?
I unplug the clock...when it's time i will know. I am a captain unwilling to face tempests, squalls or the calm before the inevitable storm unprepared....Hammer to nail, sandpaper to wood,this Love Boat will not set sail until truly sea worthy...
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house of cards
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Posted:Jan 4, 2010 8:39 am
Last Updated:Mar 27, 2010 11:24 pm
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Delicately and precisely, each is placed, resting upon and supporting another. It's amazing at how quickly and absentmindedly one can build this..this house of cards. Careful to careless and worry free. Stopping to gaze at the creation...wonder, joy, fulfillment. It matters not that the 10 of Spades nearly toppled it all, or that the 4 of Clubs fell inward causing you to almost restart from scratch. Simply one card at a time, build on a whim....Pleasure.
Enter a swift breeze, a misplaced elbow or a hip bumping the table...the very foundation the castle is built upon....realization setting in, as you watch disaster strike. One by one, two by two they fall. Frustration, anger, fury.....a new reality....all the time, careful planning, thoughtful placing of the Queen of Hearts atop the 9 and 7 of Diamonds....all for not.
What is love...if not a house of cards?
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Lie to me......again
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Posted:Jan 3, 2010 5:43 pm
Last Updated:Feb 19, 2010 5:28 pm
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Tell me one of those sweet little lies......I need to hear it tonight, I long for it tonight. You know what I'm talking about, where you tell me how much I mean, how much you care, how good I am for you.....I'm not dumb...I know the truth, you know that I know...but tonight....I need it. Perhaps its my saddened and vulnerable state, maybe its because I'm twisted, but tonight the truth just won't due. We all need to feel good sometimes....am I so different from everyone else? Come on, it's not hard for you, it's no real stretch....they flow so freely from your tongue. Raise my spirits in the moment. I'm ready to be enraptured, engulfed enslaved by feelings that seemed so real..so...so....everlasting. The way the warm-fuzzies melt when they leave your lips and hit my ears. Immediately I go to a place in the vast distance. A place of solitude a place of sheer peace...ahhhh that cemetery where my love is buried. I'll go willingly tonight! No need to turn on the radio to hear yet another song that I can't listen to completely because it sparks some memory of you, no need to look at the pile of clothes I won't wear because they were your favorites, or you picked them out...just whisper one of your sweet lies to me please. You never stopped loving me, you'll always care, I'll always be you favorite lover....any of your manipulating, heart wrenching sadistic lies will do. A single tear, a dead rose and broken dreams i carry with me to the cemetery tonight....with just one of your sweet little lies......
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