The Gift
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Posted:Aug 7, 2005 2:48 am
Last Updated:May 13, 2006 11:17 am
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He lay in her arms and she gazed at his lips
Her fingers trembled as she traced nails, and fingertips
Her tears fell slowly as she cuddled her
She knew in her heart that their journey was done.
You were not for me, you were meant for another
You were my , but I was never your mother
I was the one who gave you away
On a cloudy morning in the month of May.
The decision wasn't easy, it tore at my heart
But your life would be better if we were apart
I was too young to be a good mother
So I gave you a gift, and I got you another.
Her tears fell slowly as she gazed at her
She knew in her heart his journey had just begun.
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Mother and ...
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Posted:Aug 7, 2005 2:26 am
Last Updated:May 13, 2006 11:18 am
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Your fingers glide across the ivory keys
The music gently stirring through my memories
You are my , my pride and my joy
But I will never forget there was another boy...
The girl had been young and just out of school
The boy she had met she thought very cool
Together they loved, they laughed and they slept
And then he left her, and she cried and she wept...
Her tears were not for the loss of her lover
The tears were because he had made her a mother
She called him one night over the phone
But he ignored her pleas, and left her alone...
For 9 long months she carried this seed
It grew in her body like a fast growing weed
Months passed in a blur... March, April, May
One morning she awoke and knew this was the day...
Alone she lay in the delivery room
Crying her pain as he left her womb
He was her , her pride and her joy
But she would never know this little boy...
Your fingers make sweet music on the ivory keys
As your mother becomes lost in her memories...
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The first meet...
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Posted:Aug 6, 2005 4:51 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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Thoughts slowly drowning in her coffee cup
Eyes tapping on her shoulder make her look up
Awareness gently creeps across the room
And irises widen like a flower in bloom...
An eyebrow quirks and her lips bear a smile
The invitation lingers as it hangs there a while
A hand raises up and indicates the seat
At last it is here - their very first meet...
The hours spent chatting vanish into thin air
As eyes start exploring and try not to stare
Details so small are mentally compared
As memories recall all the things that were said...
Words gather pace as they rush from their lips
All awkwardness lost after tentative sips
Coffee grows cold as the time rushes by
New cups are ordered and left there to lie...
Fingers gently reaching make her look up
Her thoughts no longer drowning in her coffee cup...
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Eyes wide shut....
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Posted:Aug 5, 2005 3:52 pm
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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Thoughts scattered in her mind, like clouds on a windy day.
She lies there with her eyes wide shut, and allows her mind to play.
His hands reach in and gently fondle, while her fingers trace his zip.
Tongues tangle in their kiss and her teeth bite on his lip.
Breaths catch, and suddenly snicker as fingers gently explore.
Nipples pucker, and strings pull, right down to her very core.
Buttons snap, clothes fall, their bodies slowly turning,
Hands exploring frantically while hearts are madly yearning.
Lust burns wildly like a fire as passion slowly peaks,
Mattress dips as bodies fall and bedframe achingly creaks.
Sighs of pleasure and groans of release begin to inter-mingle,
As climax beckons to them both and bodies start to tingle.
She lies there with her eyes wide shut, and allows her mind to play,
Thoughts scattered in her mind, like clouds on a windy day....
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What I see...
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Posted:Aug 3, 2005 12:04 am
Last Updated:Mar 17, 2011 4:12 pm
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When I look in the mirror, I do not see what you see. I do not see perfection... I just see me.
I see scars, both inside and out. I am becoming used to the ones that you may see... but I'm still trying to deal with the ones you don't.
I am not comfortable with compliments, because when I look in the mirror, I do not see perfection... I just see me.
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The boy and his mother...
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Posted:Aug 2, 2005 3:26 pm
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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Long ago, a boy is born, and becomes a joy to his mother.
The boy grows up, and becomes a man, and is still a joy to his mother.
One day, the man marries, and moves away, but remains a joy to his mother.
Years pass by with the blink of an eye, and the man mourns the loss of his joy... his mother.
(For a friend... be strong.)
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More shopping abroad... for the girls!!
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Posted:Aug 2, 2005 4:02 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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Mmmm.... I wonder how many bars I'll be able to fit into my suitcase? 
(And for those of you who can't find your specs, it says "Big Nuts") 
Hx
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Let me spell it out for you...
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Posted:Aug 1, 2005 3:18 pm
Last Updated:Mar 17, 2011 4:10 pm
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I guess because my profile says I'm interested in erotic emails, I seem to get more than my fair share of stories written by A F F men. 
Anyway... I digress...
I recently received a long story, and I'm guessing its intention was to make me hot 'n horny. It started off pretty well... and things were humming along nicely, until we hit the first spelling mistake. 
The hero and heroine of the story were concluding a kiss {=} by "glazing" into each others eyes...hhmmm... *Helga muffles a giggle* 
Further on, the hero detects the dampness of the heroine's "crouch"... *Helga is laughing out loud now*
Later in the story the hero is tonguing (sic) the heroine, and she then has a "knee weakling organism"... *by this stage Helga is rolling on the floor, holding onto her sides*
I have to admit that I never did write back to the author of the story... it hurts too much (from the laughter!!!)
The moral of my blog? Guys... erotic stories are very welcome in my mail box, but please, PLEASE can you read through it BEFORE you press "Send"!!!
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Shopping abroad...
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Posted:Aug 1, 2005 1:46 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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Just wondered how many of the men would buy these if they were out shopping on their hols?
Hx
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Covers uncovered
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Posted:Jul 31, 2005 4:50 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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Had to do some shopping for my husband's birthday, and being a musician, I knew he'd appreciate some good music. On his wish list was a CD by the Small Faces. I had great fun finding the music, and I'm enjoying my introduction to music that was around before I was even born.
As I listened to Itchycoo Park (did you know it was a Small Faces original?) it made me think about covers done by artists over the years.
A couple of months ago I heard an excellent cover by the Goo Goo Dolls, of Supertramp's "Just A Little Bit", and I was impressed. It made me go home and fish out my Supertramp CD, and play it again. I haven't listened to the rest of the Goo Goo Dolls CD, but I've read that it's worth a listen.
Over the years I've heard some excellent covers, and then again, some rather naff, piss-poor efforts... I want to ride over that bloody Crazy Frog everytime I hear that mindless tune on the radio... and all the mobile phones I hear playing that bloody tune as well!!
I'd love to hear what people in the VisionPersonals.com world think about the subject of covers, and what their favourite/most-hated covers have been...
See you in the Euro Hot Tub soon!
Helga the Troll Doll
xx
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Ghosts... who turn up like bad pennies....
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Posted:Jul 30, 2005 4:36 pm
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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My first VisionPersonals.com anniversary has come and gone. Technically, it's not my first... I had another handle this time last year. But, in my mind, it's a year. Back then, I had another handle... and admittedly, photos on that profile that weren't mine. It all started as a joke...
I decided to choose some sexy photos, and say they were mine. I never, in a million years, expected to get so many emails. But I did, and from those emails, struck up a few friendships. There were three notable ones... men I shall remember always. Men that I shared EVERYTHING with... my feelings, my emotions, my thoughts... we chatted long into the night... we chatted on the phone... hell, we just chatted. As the weeks went by, I felt more and more guilty... I knew that these men would be angry if they knew that I wasn't really the girl in the pics. But still I carried on...
One day, it all came out. I owned up to not being the girl in the pics, and paid the price. Those men turned their backs on me, and I've not heard from them since. Life, and exams, got in the way, and VisionPersonals.com became a bad dream.
Months later, after passing my exams, I was back... and this time I was going to do it properly. No more lies, no more false pics. Since then, I have had fun, and enjoyed moments of laughter. I've chatted, I've made and met new friends... and above all, I've been me. My only regret is that I didn't do it sooner.
Why am I writing this? Well, one of my old "friends" suddenly arrived in the Euro Hot Tub this week... and all my memories came flooding back. He never greeted me, nor said a word. I felt foolish, but at the same time proud... I was there as ME... and everything was truthful. However, I did remember the guilt... and my remorse. I only hope that time will help him to forgive me... and perhaps, when he visits the Euro Hot Tub, he will say "hi" instead of sitting there, saying nothing at all.
And to all my friends... thank you for being there... this is for YOU!
Hx
PS... The photo alongside is the one I used in my first profile... not me... and I admit it!!
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