Am I dominant or submissive?
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Posted:Jan 26, 2015 8:48 pm
Last Updated:Jan 31, 2015 9:55 pm
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Dominant or Submissive.
Switch or Mirror.
I am gentle to the gentle.
Fight to the death one that tries to control me.
Yet sometimes... I give orders and expect them followed.
Others I'm more than happy to do as I'm told... provided I'm "told" in the right way.
Actually the "telling" is best done ... I really don't know how to describe it. Just I do NOT "obey"... I'm neither a nor a . "Told", written, feels too much like "obey" which I already know from going rounds with somebody long years ago does NOT go over well.
"Obey me! I am the man of the house" <--- hahahahahaha. Yeah. Didn't work when I was a either, but then we ALL knew that mom was the one to fear.
Trust. Respect. It opens the doors for following suggestion without feeling imposed upon. And then, on rare occasion a stronger request must be made... it doesn't require fighting for ... what? autonomy? freedom? respect?
Balance is a marvelous thing. Like cruising down a road in a smooth car... a twitch here, a nudge there... no huge extremes, just coast along, relaxed, paying attention, enjoying the view, using senses to monitor and adjust.
I can be both gentle and aggressive.
I hate being "Stuck" in a role.
Don't tell me what to do. (I think this is the ultimate "Taurus" trait haha)
OK... I wasn't even planning on blogging today. Just feeling a bit feisty I guess.
Hmmm... and frisky, now that I'm thinking about it... dang it.
Happy Monday everyone!
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To Beat the Rising Dawn
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Posted:Jan 24, 2015 4:11 pm
Last Updated:Jan 26, 2015 11:19 pm
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The hour is late, the dawn is near. Morning comes too early as I crawl into bed, watching wistfully as you turn out the light and join me. Exhaustion calls, but I long so much to play.
Rolling in beside me, I just see you there, you move and lower yourself above me. Your right hand reaches out to caress my face, slides back into my hair as you gaze deep into my eyes. You're supporting yourself on your left arm. I reach up with my right hand to caress the side of your face, my left hand rests lightly over your ribs. You lean down, our lips meet... I arch up against you, my breasts pressing against your chest. I feel your cock pressing against my clit... I press against you. Reaching down I grasp your cock, caressing it, then rub the tip against my clit... then back to tease with my wetness, then my clit again... all the while kissing. I lift my hips a fraction and you slide in... one steady, deep thrust.... we both moan as you fill me, then rest a moment... just reveling in the feel... throbbing, pulsing, tight heat... my body starts trembling in response, my heart beat riding on yours. The kiss broken, you gaze into my eyes again... then continue watching as you thrust. My eyes close, head falls back as I cry out with pleasure. "Look at me" you whisper... I open my eyes. Watching you in wonder and passion as you rise up, lifting my legs and hips to better position as you give a few shallow thrusts to tease me before another deep one makes me cry out again... a little more teasing (I'm sure my reactions are sensual, sexual, highly erotic... yet amusing)... You grasp my hips and thrust again... and pick up rhythm. I arch and twist my hips against you as you thrust, every one making me wetter... "Yes! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..." I whisper as I pull you down again for a kiss... wrapping my legs around you, and milking your cock as you ride me... bringing us both closer and closer to the edge. Holding you tight, heart to heart, soul to soul as our bodies entwine... your breath, my breath. Your moans, my moans... Feeling you tighten... the moment is so close... My body is trembling, quivering around you... my breath shaky as you bring me ever closer to the edge and FINALLY!!... I scream out as my body explodes with sensation, and yours within me... filling me... throbbing, pulsing, throwing me over a dozen cliffs.
After your body calms a little, you hold me... giggling and quaking in your arms, still gasping for breath, still overwhelmed by sensations. You move and I cry out and quake again.
Hmmm... now... the question is ... should that be it for the night? As we both need to sleep and wake up in a few hours. Or is this just in depth foreplay? As you decide to forgo sleep to taste and tease the parts of my body my impatience didn't allow for... and turn it into many hours of sensual explorations?
(Epic title... not quite so Epic post lol... I may use the title someday in future)
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Fourth Virtual Symposium - Family Memories
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Posted:Jan 24, 2015 12:19 pm
Last Updated:Jan 26, 2015 9:27 pm
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humorguaranteed requested we write “One Piece of Advice I’d Give” for the Fourth Virtual Symposium. Humorguaranteed: This is for your Symposium… and to share a story of my uncle per your kind request last month. Two birds with one stone.
Family Memories…
My Grandpa (technically step grandpa) was a very wise man. And funny. In his late 60’s he handed me a photograph of himself when he was 20: “See how hot I was?? You need to find yourself a man as good looking as me.” (My mom wanted me to find “rich, good looking, doctor” Grandpa just wanted “as good looking as I was” ) He had a hard life. Polio. The Depression. During the wars he obviously wasn’t able to go. He was born and raised in Coeur d’Alene Idaho, never left. Except for once. He woke up one morning and felt he had to go somewhere. He didn’t know where, he just felt drawn. Some place not home. So he left, followed the feeling. Wound up in a town, got a job driving a forklift. He worked there for a few months then one day one of the workers wasn’t careful and a large pile of filled pallets were bumped and grandpa saw they were about to come down right on top of a man. Too far away to yell, he rushed over with his forklift and caught them right as they went over, saving the man’s life. He then lowered them to the ground, got out of the forklift, quit and went home. Because he felt THAT was the entire reason he’d been called down there. He then spent the rest of his life in Idaho. He was full of interesting sayings. For example “It goes together like it looks like it aught to”. And what I heard throughout my teenage years (with lots of cackling laughter):
“Be good.
If you can’t be good:
Be careful.
If you can’t be careful:
Name it after me!”
Amusingly appropriate for a “sex site”. Incidentally: I was a good girl. He probably laughed most at all the blushing I did.
I know, I know… the symposium was for ONE piece of advice. I don’t take orders so well… so here’s a 2nd (and the uncle memory):
My paternal family is laid back, open-minded, highly educated, world traveled. My maternal family is high school educated, a bit conservative, a narrower world view in general. Other than those that were in the military: no world travel. (Funny thing: My dad was a biker, mom a hippie. You’d think the family dynamics would be the other way around).
One day in 2005 I was sitting with my Uncle Bill at a bar, visiting, catching up on life (he’s the maternal uncle that died last month). This was a few months after I traveled solo to Egypt. Due to family dynamics and knowing my uncle was a Vietnam Vet, and a Proud American… I don’t really know how to explain it. Just I was afraid he’d yell at me for traveling to an “Islamic” country. I totally viewed an “Us vs. Them” scenario – especially as he was the driving force behind a familial “You need to stop talking with your friends over there (Palestine, Jordan, Egypt, etc)” after 9/11. I did not cut my friends from my life, did not stop communicating overseas – I just smiled, nodded, pretended to agree for familial peace… but went home angry and avoided family for two weeks. It was just not a fight I wanted to have. My mom and I talked it out 2 weeks later and made our peace, but I never did discuss things with the rest of the family.
When I broke my news of having traveled to Egypt to my uncle… besides the fact of my traveling solo, there was the fact it’s an “Islamic” country... I fully expected to face criticism, anger, closed minded “how dare you” type attitude. What I got?
“Good for you! I’m proud of you, honey.”
He then proceeded to tell me all the places he’d been to while in the military. And how important it is to get out there and see the world. Explore new countries, experience cultures not your own. He was really, truly happy that I had wandered off overseas. It completely shocked me. After a lifetime… you think you know your family. Of course he probably also heard all about it from mom and had months to think of his response.
I do not travel nearly as much as I wish, and I admit traveling overseas alone was terrifying at first. (Right before I left well-meaning friends hit me with all the “what if’s” so I was a freaked out mess when I got on the plane). But I’ve always loved traveling, exploring new places, learning about new cultures, meeting new people. Money and Time are my only obstacles. But fitting with my 2015 goal to travel a lot more, and a long held belief of my own: Get out and explore the world. Do not let fear stop you, only guide you. Take precautions but GO. It doesn’t even need to be overseas. A state you’ve never been, a smaller (or larger) town or city you’ve never experienced. Sometimes even the “Be a tourist in your own backyard” can open your eyes to the world around you.
Travel. Explore. Expand your horizons. The Universe is infinite in its diversity.
And lastly, in the wise words of Douglas Adams:
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Friday Ramblings
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Posted:Jan 23, 2015 6:47 pm
Last Updated:Jan 25, 2015 9:35 pm
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It's mildly annoying that one of the people that posts most often on the blogs, especially creating polls (and I rather liked just being able to click an answer) has banned me from his blog and profile. I know, I should feel honored, look at all the people that had to ban HIM. I've received applause for getting myself banned. Still... a little annoying. Ah well...
Goofing around online... I just found a "Blog topic generator". Kinda fun... give it 3 terms / nouns and it spits out topics for a week. Here's a sampling:
A Week of Blog Topics, Just for You
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What Will Sex Be Like in 100 Years?
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The history of Love
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The Ultimate Cheat Sheet on Food
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10 Things Your Competitors Can Teach You About Sex
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5 Tools Everyone in the Love Industry Should Be Using
Search blog-topic-generator to find it.
I'm contemplating starting a "Foto Friday" tradition. Make myself get out and use my "new to me" camera, take lots of photos. Post favorite ones on Friday. Or maybe do it once a month. Looking at all the pics kzoopair shares inspires me to get out and try. Plus, if I get in the habit of taking pics now... maybe I will actually use my camera when I go on road trips and vacations over the summer. It's a very sad testimony to my terrible history with photographs that I spend 3 weeks in Egypt in 2004 and have 14 pics to show for it. Much was not my fault, but much was.
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HNW - Hands
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Posted:Jan 21, 2015 2:25 pm
Last Updated:Jan 26, 2015 5:30 pm
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Well... apparently "Half Naked Wednesday" is hands today and I have plenty of those pics...
Here I am, participating. woohoo!
Aaaaaaand... Now here I am, going back to bed. Stupid bug going around 
The designs on my hand were done in Henna. I did my left hand while sitting on a Greyhound bus between Spokane and somewhere mid-Washington state. Then I started my right hand from that stop to Portland. Gave up because it was too bumpy and too crowded.
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24 Hours
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Posted:Jan 19, 2015 10:10 pm
Last Updated:Feb 1, 2015 12:17 pm
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I read this on somebody's profile, and thought it would be fun to read responses.
So!!! Here's the question (Revised):
If you had me all to yourself for a number of hours (originally 'locked in your bedroom 24 hours' but that's in no way realistic) and you could do whatever you wanted.... what would you do with me? Tell me here if you don't mind it being public, or message me privately if you're shy or rather it be a secret.
Those lucky few that have my phone number... you can text your answer if that makes you happier lol. I'm going offline in a moment and would love to read responses.
Totally irrelevant but the first time a guy ever asked to be tied to the foot of my bed was when I was 14. It was my step-cousin (we were majorly crushing on one another) and he was 15. AND he said it right in front of mom... tons of dirty looks, slaps upside the head and all that. Last time I had the offer was this past weekend (It was of the "I know you aren't interested in me like that, but I often fantasize...." variety). Do men really enjoy being tied up that much, or is it just "I'm in her bed! Woohoo!"
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Happy Saturday
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Posted:Jan 17, 2015 9:03 am
Last Updated:Jan 26, 2015 11:19 pm
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What a beautiful day!
First thing this morning I opened the window to get fresh air in and cool off my apartment (my heater has 2 settings: too hot or too cold. I have yet to manage hitting that perfect spot 1/ 8 of an inch between the two settings)
Fresh air... birds are chirping. And a dove cooing somewhere outside.
Refreshing. Relaxing.
It's a morning made for lounging in bed with a lover.
Ahh well. No lover... and it's Saturday and things to do. Sundays are meant to be lounged around in, not Saturdays.
All the same: a beautiful morning.
Hope everybody has an amazing weekend
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Wrap your words around me
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Posted:Jan 14, 2015 8:17 pm
Last Updated:Apr 12, 2015 5:05 pm
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Wrap your words around me, my Beloved!
They caress against my ear,
My heart expands, I feel myself sinking into you
The warmth of your words, the comfort
like blankets fresh from from the dryer
I want to bury myself in your words
Of longing, love, protection
Mystery. Darkness. Shadows.
I am both envious and in love with your words
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Casino!
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Posted:Jan 14, 2015 8:04 pm
Last Updated:Jan 26, 2015 11:44 pm
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Do you like to gamble? Do you find the casino lights and sounds fascinating?
OK: the lights and sounds are fun. People watching can be... it's sometimes nice just sitting in the middle of all the noise and letting it wash around me.. I'm a rock and the river flows past.
Gambling??? Not so much. The first time I ever "gambled" I was 17 and my mom took me to play Bingo. HUGE fight. OK: Small fight. But she kept yelling at me "if you're going to play PLAY" and she got upset I only played one card at a time instead of 4 or so. Me picking up my book and reading for an entire round or two drove her nuts. By the time it was over I had lost all $10 I'd spent and I was upset to the point of tears at having lost $10 very hard earned dollars. Mom and I both decided I would never EVER go again.
My first time at a Casino was roughly the same experience. I was in my 20's, it was midnight. My boyfriend had picked me up after work to go stay with friends down South for the weekend, and stopped at the Casino. Handed me $20 and said "have fun!". It took me 4 hours to lose the $20 and lots of guilt and "I'm losing money" and upset over the same. He kept reminding me "It's MY money. If I couldn't afford to lose it I wouldn't have given it to you to gamble with". Lack of sleep probably didn't help much either.
Nowadays if I hit a casino I toss in a dollar or five. I call it my "non-tax deductible charitable contribution to the Res" But I have a friend with addictive behaviors. He doesn't go often but easily falls into the world of "I will leave with $400 or leave with nothing!!" and the logic of "but if you leave now you've only lost $50" doesn't compute. The last time he tricked me into going to the casino I ended up having a blast... but I took control of his money.
He'd play $20... when it hit the $70+ range I'd make him cash out, hand me the ticket, I hand him a new $20. Yeah, yeah... I should let it get higher, but they were penny slots. So last time I went I won $30 profit off the $20 he gave me. And he ended up leaving with more than he entered with. It might have been significantly more had I thought of that strategy earlier in the evening.
This weekend... I'm going to the Casino  And I get to control his losing streaks.
Probably stupid but I really did have a lot of fun doing that. I'm still there, enjoying the sounds, the atmosphere, hanging out with a friend... learning by observing... and only participate in the winning portion. And frankly somebody just handing over money is kinda fun. Even if I do have to give it back when one of us decides it's time to stop.
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Fun with Sex
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Posted:Jan 13, 2015 10:05 am
Last Updated:Jan 21, 2015 6:08 pm
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Sex can be serious, wild, sensuous, deeply loving, teasing... and downright hilarious. Or, in some cases, non-sex can be downright hilarious.
Sometimes my brain does weird things to me. Like... "wouldn't it be funny if ___" and then I start giggling at the thought. Example "Wouldn't it be horrible and funny if he went to kiss me right as I thought of something funny, or had the song "Mahna mahna" going through my head?" and right at that moment he tried kissing me -- and I burst out giggling uncontrollably. Of course the fact that it happened just makes it more amusing. And the looks of "are you insane?!?" ... even worse.
Then there was the lovely night we were together. He was playing one of his Pandora stations on his phone for background music. All was going great, the foreplay was tender and passionate, as was the music, and then... and then...
"Do do do do do de do do do do do do do do do
Mahna Mahna
Do doo be-do-do
Mahna Mahna
Do do-do do
Mahna Mahna
Do doo de-do-do de-do-do de-do-do de-do-do-doodle do do do-doo do!"
I started snickering, then giggling, then he gave me a raised eyebrow look... and I fell over on my back outright laughing. So he glared me.
"Hey! It's not MY fault... that's YOUR Pandora station playing Mahna Mahna!"
He huffed, grabbed his pillow and turned his back on me in a pout while I laughed myself sick. I do seem to remember him shrugging off attempts at apologizing. Of course the fact I was still laughing didn't help.
Does anybody else have any "funny sex" or "funny not-quite-sex" stories?
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Amore
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Posted:Jan 12, 2015 10:16 pm
Last Updated:Jan 13, 2015 10:40 pm
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For one of my dear readers and special friends... because it amuses me:
A new "spelling matters" (and being bilingual helps) comparison.
And great... I've cursed myself to go to bed with the song "That's amore" going through my head.
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Rumi. Just Because.
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Posted:Jan 11, 2015 2:33 pm
Last Updated:Jan 13, 2015 2:51 pm
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“When someone is counting out
gold for you, don't look at your hands,
or the gold. Look at the giver.”
― Rumi
“When someone beats a rug,
the blows are not against the rug,
but against the dust in it.”
― Rumi
“Listen; there's a hell of a good universe next door: let's go.”
― Rumi <-- Rumi as... The Doctor? hahahahha
I don't know if that's an actual quote. I'm grabbing it off a reader-shared quote site.
Thanks Zara_thustra for pointing out this quote is from ee cummings. I felt it might not have been properly accredited.
“Today, like every other day, we wake up empty
and frightened. Don't open the door to the study
and begin reading. Take down the dulcimer.
Let the beauty we love be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.”
― Rumi
“Whenever we manage to love without expectations,
calculations, negotiations, we are indeed in heaven.”
― Rumi <-- What I am trying to learn
“Dancing is not just getting up painlessly, like a leaf blown on the wind; dancing is when you tear your heart out and rise out of your body to hang suspended between the worlds.”
― Rumi <-- This is for a friend of mine on here but he disappeared on my friend list.
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