Something to think about
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Posted:Jul 17, 2008 11:38 pm
Last Updated:Aug 12, 2008 10:00 pm
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This post is because I fell for the dream...met a tall good looking, fun, wild man...who fed me the dream on a silver platter...only to blow me off the next day. You know the part that makes me the craziest is that I could have had the recreation and not even cared about tomorrow. But he said every thing I wanted to hear to what?...to get me to like him. I already did, I didn't need to have tomorrow. To have someone play me like that, it kills me. I only am a sucker cause I thought that there might of been a nice guy out there and that maybe there is such a thing as a future. Or even a friendship the next day. So as I close out this week a bit more jaded than I was the week before. What men fail to realize is that woman like sex too, and they don't need lies to get them to the sheets. It is ok to enjoy someones company with out a promise.
So the thought for today is perhaps I don't need your number...don't need your name...just looking for some arm candy, and perhaps a bit more. Don't tell me you want someone to spend time with...when its over...get your ass out of the bed,tip your hat and don't let the door hit you on the way out.
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Posted:Jun 24, 2008 9:49 pm
Last Updated:Mar 16, 2010 11:11 pm
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Love
To be so
Grand
Never
To be asked for
But, yet offered
The gentle
Breeze
That
Touches you
Like the dandelion
Seed
To the wind
Lifting to the sun
The
Sparrow
Flies.
Vlns08
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This today's omg
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Posted:May 23, 2008 4:02 pm
Last Updated:Jul 17, 2008 11:43 pm
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http://VisionPersonals.com.com=sNLHqhRh0Vw it is so silly...thanks rick for thinking of me...
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Cool Weather
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Posted:May 4, 2008 9:21 am
Last Updated:Aug 12, 2008 10:02 pm
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Not so sure I like this cool weather and all the rain, but the grass is sure growing never have seen so many weeds in my life. I guess I will have to use the lawn care stuff. Nice to see the sunshine even if it is crisp. Going to a bonfire today for a relatives first communion...hope it is warm by the fire.
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New Job
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Posted:Apr 29, 2008 4:14 pm
Last Updated:Feb 4, 2010 7:37 am
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Well the new job is a challenge, keeps me going to bed early...keeps cash in my account. All is well, everyone is better...no more colds.
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Busy in general
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Posted:Apr 8, 2008 4:28 pm
Last Updated:Apr 26, 2008 1:42 am
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Lately work has tired me to the max, and the flu has hit our house. The little one has been chucking all day...and we both are unused to not being home for a sick one.
I can't look at profiles anymore...I always had been able to...who knows what the problem is. So if your going to write and I am going to respond, you will have to put more information in it than just a hello. If interested your going to have to catch my eye...
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humph!
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Posted:Mar 5, 2008 11:31 am
Last Updated:Feb 7, 2016 2:50 am
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The pool hall wanted me back...but my pride said no way...It's just too hard for me to follow the rules...it is like a fat girl in the bakery...I love shooting pool. Have a match tonight with a woman from Rochester...I am excited to play , although I did not make the pool play offs.
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Scabs
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Posted:Mar 4, 2008 1:43 pm
Last Updated:Mar 16, 2010 11:18 pm
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A poem I wrote when feeling a bit sad...but in all honesty I am happy today, but , wanted to post something...xxx
Desperate longing
For which
Does not exist.
Loneliness is loud,
It screams
Into
Your mind.
As our hearts beat
And
We feel the pulse of life
Run its course...
Skin tingling,
There is something
Dead.
The dead of our past
Call to us.
Our ancestors’ memories
Glisten
In our
Minds.
Tiny prisms
Of light
In this dream,
The past like a scab.
We pick it,
It bleeds,
Leaving hardened
Tissue
To once what was
Tender and soft.
Scabs
Dry memories
Of imagery
This heart stores.
What does it show?
What do we become?
Crust of a human
Soul,
Lingers
No longer raw.
If we have a scratch
We would have a scab,
Proof of healing.
What about scars of the heart?
Little injustice's
That slashes at our person.
Stealing little pieces of
Flesh.
We become the walking dead.
A product of the battle.
Survivors.
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Just another day...
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Posted:Mar 4, 2008 1:27 pm
Last Updated:Mar 4, 2008 1:34 pm
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Well, got fired from the pool hall for playing while I was working...yes, I knew the rules. So skrew it, let someone else clean bathrooms for six dollars an hour. I always felt they got about six dollars more of me than I was worth. So I guess I am looking for local work...cleaning houses or something social, love meeting people , talking to people. So I guess if anyone has any real job leads they can let me know...
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quiet today
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Posted:Feb 2, 2008 11:57 am
Last Updated:Mar 1, 2008 1:03 pm
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Today I am quiet...lot's of new notes sent, the trouble is they are all attached. It doesn't mean they won't be nice for me...new friends and all but they are friendships that have limits. It would be amazing to have no limits, total access. Went to the casino the other night...spent $70. but, still had lots of fun...it might have been more fun if I had won.
This process of sex seems to take up so much time in ones life...I can't stop thinking about it. For all the time I think about it I seem to do it so little. For all point of interest, it seems more exciting thinking then doing.
There is a strange awkwardness that is present when one is looking and doing with a new partner. It seems so icky at first. Doing the stuff you like to do , it is strange asking someone new to do. Not crazy stuff, but , everyone has their own fantasy...routine, ect...
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The furnace man
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Posted:Jan 25, 2008 12:58 pm
Last Updated:Jan 26, 2008 3:42 pm
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1/25/2008 3:36 pm
Funny thing is when you fantasize it is all great. Let me add that two old guys...very old came over to the house to fix the furnace. One of which had a plumber butt...I did smile and mention it...he was wearing a belt, so what could you do. They fixed it quickly and were out the door.
The thought... I was awakened early for the furnace repairman. His office called to let me know he was on his way. I slid myself from the warm covers of my bed...figuring I had some time, I set the coffee pot on was going to put on some warm day clothes when the door bell rang. Looking out the peep hole...this was not the fellow that came the last time. Opening the door I saw his name tag...Ron. He was tall and lean. He smiled and asked to come in...Offering coffee, I had forgotten I was still in Jammie's...my breasts pushing against the soft flannel and lace. I had forgotten he was here to fix the furnace; it was getting hot, just looking into his eyes.
As I turn, Ron's eyes slide across my body...nipples hard. My body swayed as I got his coffee. As I reach for the cup his hand is on mine. "Excuse me, I can get it", Ron says. I am embarrassed. As I turn Ron places his hands on my hips, kissing me on my neck. Oh my...I did not expect this. Pulling me close his manhood presses up against me. God I am so horny, I twist around looking into his eyes...I feel his lips graze across the silkiness of my skin. As he parts my robe, his hands rough against my breast...his mouth is hot and wet. Giving me a passionate kiss...he stop and looks into my eyes...just pausing for a moment but, it felt like an eternity. Then going back to kissing passionately he feels my breasts till the nipples are erect and hard... Taking his hand I lead him into the bedroom. Dropping the robe, Jammie's...I stand naked in front of him. His eyes rake across my body, making his desire known. Dropping to my knees I start taking off his pants...his cock hard pushing out. I slide him into my mouth as if it is my only desire, the taste, the hardness makes me swell ...making the want unbearable. Well I am taking him into my mouth his hand slides to my womanhood, gently parting my lips. Sliding into me his fingers are thick...his cock thick. His other hand caresses my face and hair, tugging slightly I can feel the intensity as my tongue rubs against the ridge of his shaft. Gently he slides his fingers in and out...rubbing my clit in unison with my tongue. I feel so close to the edge. I am so wet, I am just dripping. Every stroke is making me closer to the edge. Each breath deeper, I beg him to cum into me...I desire him, want to feel him slide into me. I want to taste him...my body begins to quiver...his cock is throbbing with each spasm. On the edge tiny bits of heat and light rip through my body...crystal bits of light racing through my veins. Tasting the hot juice as it slides down my throat, mmmmmmmm it is tasty.
As the cool air tips across my body I am reminded of why you are here...while we lay in each others arms.
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feeling kind of slinky
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Posted:Jan 21, 2008 3:05 pm
Last Updated:Jan 24, 2008 10:41 pm
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Gee, it can't get much colder in
Buffalo it is freezing here. My furnace isn't working properly...Oh God, it is always something. I am in the mood for some cuddling...and a little licking...silly thing for me to say, but it is how the day is going. So I will fix this desire by going out and playing a little poker, hopefully I will win./ Poker game was canceled...but had a little drive, and that was nice...bought 4 space heaters till the furnace man comes...I could write a n erotic story about that...lol
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The chase
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Posted:Jan 17, 2008 2:23 am
Last Updated:Jun 1, 2011 10:14 pm
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The chase is on...
the snow is almost silent under your paws
your breath shows in the air,
crisp, vaporous.
You move quickly
I move among the trees
feeling your breath upon me.
The heat of my body betrays me
you sense me in your dreams.
you are upon my scent...knowing how I run.
I am not as silent as you.
Your strength shows, fear in this chase.
For I know I will play this game of hide and seek.
I can not out run you, I use my wits to stay a length away.
Can you hear my heart
as it beats among the trees?
Moisture beading on my breast.
I can run no more...
As the game of dominance begins
We will dance as others before us.
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