Purpose of Blogging
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Posted:Apr 12, 2012 8:11 am
Last Updated:May 23, 2024 4:17 am
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I've noticed a couple of blogs which I read complain either about the lack of comments or becoming victims of blog-wars. Also, there is the complaint that some blogs are just open diaries and do not invite interaction.
If I had to say what my purpose for blogging is; it beats talking to myself. Also, I can believe the illusion that something unexpected might come from it.
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Price of Admission
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Posted:Mar 26, 2012 4:35 am
Last Updated:May 23, 2024 4:17 am
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Step up ladies and gentlemen
To see this poignant show
You will be amazed and dazzled
You might see someone you know
The first act starts out softly
a dreamy time way back
The girl meets the boy, they kiss
shy and hushed the love began
You never see where it goes
When the curtains close
You can't be sure what you've seen so far
You hope to see much more
The price of admission
you paid with just some words
The price of admission
gives you entertainment for the night
The price of admission
makes you wish for more
The curtain rises after years apart
But the characters don't look too old
You see them tease and flirt
The friendship blooms again
See them run through the streets
Its a race they try to win
Lost, but together, they had no contact on the phone
You feel a sense of urgency
that this time the love will last
Where does this trip take us
Or is it just a song from the past
You pay with your omissions
Don't make life something new
Keep love when you can
it misses those except just the lucky few
The price of admission
You pay out with your heart
The price of admission
Leaves you empty and so hurt
The price of admission
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Hopeful, but cautious
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Posted:Mar 22, 2012 5:25 am
Last Updated:May 23, 2024 4:17 am
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Well, things are looking up again job-wise. Was informed that a company wants to extend an offer to me. One observation I've had is that there is a striking similarity between recruiters and trolls. Trolls being a common term that I have heard here in the discussion groups. But just for an explanation, those one-hit wonders who post looking for a quick anonymous hook-up.
The best way to relate it to my job search is to describe 85% of the conversations I've had.
Troll: I found your resume and want to know if you are interested.
Me: Yes, I'd be willing to hear about it.
Troll: What rate are you looking for?
Me: I'd like $xx/hr.
Troll: Are you willing to take $yy? Send me your latest resume and skill set.
Never heard from again.
What I am sure that 95% of the women here see.
Troll: I found your profile and want to know if you want to hook up.
Troll: I have 8" (really 5") and fuck for hours (will try not to cum before I take my pants off).
Troll: Give me your number and meet me behind the closest 7-11.
Never heard from again.
Now, I understand that both are just trying to fulfill a need and having to go through volume in order to meet those needs. And suppose this is the closest that I will get to feeling like just a piece of meat. But the point that I am make, if there is one, is that communications is key to making any type of connection.
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Spring around the corner
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Posted:Mar 10, 2012 4:40 pm
Last Updated:Aug 13, 2012 10:50 am
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Change of seasons is a welcome thing. I have no clue on what to expect in the next few months, and would be interested in anyone reading to comment on what they hope to see come about in the next few months.
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February really sucks
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Posted:Feb 14, 2012 6:19 am
Last Updated:Apr 5, 2012 5:37 am
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I am hoping that it is just a coincidence, but my past 2 February's have been challenging to say the least.
2011, put me through a break-up that really affected me. Thought she was the love of my life, but she didn't have the same feelings. I'll leave the rest of the details private.
2012, gave me another unexpected surprise. The company that I have worked for the past 12+ years laid me off yesterday.
The similarity between the two was a misread of the signs leading up to each. So just needed a place to bitch and figured this was as good as anyplace.
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Dinner Adventure
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Posted:Feb 6, 2012 5:48 am
Last Updated:Aug 28, 2013 8:17 am
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I know that there is a split opinion on cyber or sexting. But found the following in an archive file and thought I would share it.
Her: ok...the stage...we go out to dinner, nice place, dim lights, secluded corner booth, take it from there. Remember this is for your max pleasure, not mine
Me: You drop a fork on the floor. Tell me to pick it up. While I am knelt down you tell me to go under the table. You spread your legs apart and snap your fingers and point at your pussy.
Me: As I start to lick, you take your foot, heel on and push against my shoulder pushing me away. We play this version of tug and war for a few minutes.
Her: so far doing great...i'm there
Me: Since I am still trying to please you, you allow me to start eating again.
Her: eating me or dinner?
Me: Grabbing the back of my head, a hand full of hair and shove me in
Me: You lean over and tell me how I have no idea what I am doing and should be ashamed that I am so bad at eating pussy. I should find a man and try cock sucking. Maybe that is something I would be better at. But since you don't want to eat alone, you will let me continue.
Me: You pull my head back again and shove your fingers deep inside you. Scolding me again on my incompetence, and bring yourself off. You tell me to sit back at the table and will give me another chance later.
Me: During dinner, you hand me a dinner roll. After I split it to put butter on it, you stop me from eating it. And tell me to shove it inside my pants.
Me: I hesitate, but you give me a stern forceful look. And finally, I agree.
Me: Then you have me describe what it feels like to you. How the butter is sliding against my hardon. As I start to forget the other people in the restaurant, and play with myself a little too long. You order me to stop. You tell me to get up from the table and walk across the room for you to see me walk away, because I have displeased you. My hardon is buldging in my pants and the butter is staining my slacks; Of course I think everyone notices. And as I stand across the room, see you look at me with an evil grin
Me: You stand and walk towards me. Throwing napkin on the floor, as a waitress gives you a "have a pleasant evening", you look at them with disdain. The same that I know you look at me with.
Me: I reach out my arm for you to take as you near me. A casual laugh comes out of your mouth as you finally take my arm. You say, take me somewhere else. Anywhere away from here.
Me: As I am driving, I ask if you have a preference of where or what you would like to do next. Your response is, "Your duty is to please me. Until you can prove yourself, nothing more will be said!"
Me: I drive around thinking of where to go. As we pass a park, I look at you trying to gauge your reaction. Nothing. As I start to pull away, you lift a hand in a single motion, palm out. I stop the car, get out and open your door for you. You step on my foot as you get out.
And begin walking. All I can do is follow. You lean against a tree and look at me. I am surprised when you don't push me away as is the norm. And let me kiss you.
Me: I concentrate on your lips, swirl my tongue inside your mouth and pull back when you bite it. I hear you say, "You are getting better, slave. Now show me how excited you are to please me."
Me: I start talking and you raise your hand again in the same stopping motion. Your hand levels and with a single finger you point to my crotch.
Me: I understand what you mean now. I unbuckle my pants and you see how excited I am. I start coming toward you again, and raise your leg. An approving nod lets me know that You welcome my attention for now.
Me: I slide inside you and my head nearly explodes with delight as I am rewarded by entering you. I lift your other leg and start fucking you against the tree. Stroke after stroke I try to plunge in deeper and deeper. You are enjoying this, But tell me to slow down.
Make it long, hard strokes inside your tight pussy.
Her: hmmmmmmmmm
Me: Nuzzling agsinst your breasts. You shove my head to your nipple. I show some spirit as I draw it against my teeth. Your legs are wrapped around me now, so I can't draw out from you, but just drill deeper and deeper. It's as though you want me to try and fuck the tree but you are in the way and refuse to move. I hear moans, sighs, and growls telling me that I am pleasing you. I turn us around so I can lean against the tree for balance. And bounce you up and down on my hard dick.
I watch your tits bounce with each stroke and you toss your head back, just abandoning yourself to the feelings concentrating in your pussy. I pull you up by your ass, your hands locked around my neck. I am getting closer to cumming and you dig your nails into my shoulders as you feel a wave of pleasure rush inside you that radiates down to your toes and fingers.
Me: You yell, FUCK ME, MAKE ME CUM, YOU DIRTY SHIT. All you are good for is making me cum.
Me: I am pounding you. Trying to make sure that you have the biggest orgasm you can recall.
Trying to hold back. Jerky strokes now, so I can stop myself. As I feel your body tighten, it feels like you will squeeze my dick and rip it off of me. It lasts for seconds, then moves to minutes as your tingle everywhere.
Me: You relax, though I am trying to catch up with you in feeling a release. Spasms of pleasure radiate throughout with squirt of cum. Three, four times... My cum keeps splashing inside you, filling you up. Five, Six times, finally my balls empty. We stay like this for a moment. Savoring the bliss that just occurred. When we uncouple, I can see the streaks of cum sliding down the inside of you leg. Again, a sly grin passes your lips congratulating me on servicing you.
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Submissive mentality
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Posted:Dec 11, 2011 1:45 pm
Last Updated:Dec 17, 2011 9:06 am
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Figured this would be something to ask about. What is the mentality or motivation for those that consider themselves submissive?
I understand that there is supposed to be a condition of safety, that there are lines that aren't to be crossed. So with that aside, I wonder what is going on inside the head of a sub. Personally, I believe in looking at the context of any particular situation.
Is it the desire to abandon control, to acquiesce responsibility for any actions? Or some part self-esteem, where in order to be accepted or desired you subjugate to a master?
I have wondered if it is the sub in control, since there is always some form of free will involved in everyone. And it is the understood game that the dom only holds control as long as the sub allows it.
Once I asked a friend if she thought I was a dom or sub. She told me that I kiss dom, talk dom, and fuck dom. Of course, she enjoyed being dominated. I confessed that I considered myself submissive. The reason that I appeared dom to her was that I was fulfilling her wishes by dominating her.
While having myself tied up and helpless or restricted doesn't fill any wanton desire. I certainly see that in order to be accepted I am willing to do whatever necessary to be part of something more than myself.
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Stay Gold or go Standard?
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Posted:Dec 3, 2011 4:19 pm
Last Updated:Aug 13, 2012 10:52 am
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About to come to the end of my test run as a gold member. The question now is whether to extend it or to fall back to Standard.
I haven't had any hookups yet and the only prospect is 3.5 hours away.
So, what should I do? I think that with the holiday season upon us, the prospects aren't very promising. I was surprised that my previous blog post got 59 hits. Not sure how to interpret that. Nice that at least there is a passing interest, but on the opposite side is with those 59 views there hasn't been any messages or flirts coming my way.
If you are reading this and have an opinion, let me know.
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Where to start, Where to end
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Posted:Nov 28, 2011 3:25 pm
Last Updated:Dec 17, 2011 9:07 am
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Thought I would give blogging a try. What will I say here or later, I have no clue.
While I haven't been able to meet anyone yet and the majority of notice that I have gotten is from scammers whose profiles disappear within a couple of days it has given me something to do.
I should use this as a go for broke type thing, the worst that can happen is nothing, so why not.
So for the novelty here is a reply to one of the scam emails I received today.
Might I ask if you are in the UK, why did you list that you were from Dallas on the dating site? I so looked forward to being able to wrap my arms around you and hold you tightly. Stroke the back of your head as I gazed into your eyes. Tell me what I can do to take away some of the pain that still lingers in your heart. Do you wish to abandon those moments and tears which you endured and become lost in carnal pleasure? Feeling the heat of breath as I nuzzle your neck and nibble upon your ear? Can you feel your heart begin to race as your thoughts focus on the wet kisses and my strong hands pull you into me. Without reason your clothes become binding and you ache to free yourself of them. How I wish I could see that now. But we grind each other, separated by layers of material knowing that the anticipation is well worth the wait until we can touch and press our flesh together. Your beauty stuns me and as our kiss envelopes all senses, I can smell the sweetness of your hair. We share breaths, subtle moans of ecstasy because each of us has forgotten everything else and concentrate on the physical newness of one another.
But you are soooo far away, how can we cross the miles and ocean so we can enjoy such a gentle coupling? Please, send me more pictures showing me if what I have thought our encounter can be means anything to you.
I eagerly await.
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