I like to read the stories. I like to really put myself in the story lines that I write -whether it's a story I'm writing or an RP- if I don't feel whatever my characters are feeling, it's not real enough for me. Some of what I've written about has actually carried over from my real life experiences (Road Trip and The Long Walk Home both come to mind) and some are pure fiction.I like reading about and looking at BDSM topics. Spanking, anal, water sports, and public exposure all excite me. I will not add you as a friend, unless we've chatted previously. I like to have at least spoken to you once or twice before I add as a friend. I like to make sure you're "real"; I'm just picky like that, I guess.
Doesn't anyone eat anything simple, like mac'n'cheese and hotdogs? lol That's probably what we're doing for dinner tonight.
This has happened to me on an occasion or two as well. I prayed my way out of it as well. Screaming it inside my head, because I couldn't talk or make a sound.
Joan of Arcadia ... they cut that one off midstream, and I'd like to have seen how it would/should have ended.
I've got an LG.. don't know anything else about what type of LG, but it's a texting phone. I had to buy a hard shell case for it, because the last phone I had got smashed in the closing car door, and the screen busted. (I think the case cost more than I paid for the phone itself.) I got the cheap plan, and unlimited local (in state, because we're all under the same area code here) calls, and I can text anyone anywhere in the country. No roaming fees, because I never leave the area... All of AK is considered "local area", as explained above.My cell works as pretty much my everything... calendar/schedules, note pad, alarm clock, calculator, camera (in a pinch... I prefer my "real camera") and keeping in touch device. Unless, I want to do anything online. My cell doesn't have access to net, I can't send or receive "media" messages (read: no pics), and somehow I seem to get the low battery when I really need the darn thing to work (like, sitting in a ditch somewhere needing a tow out).It's also my "home phone". All my kids (yeah, including hubby) use my cell when they call their friends (thinking about it... this could explain the low battery issues), and whenever we have to give out a "number you're most likely to be reached at", mine is the one usually being given. Hubby has his own cell, and the kids have two -no, not each. Just two; one for home, and one for field trips in case they need to get hold of me in an emergency. But, they go through TracFone, and we have to buy all their minutes for talk/text. I think at least one of those phones could go online, but we've strictly forbidden it, because it eats through the minutes. And as I've told the kids, when we call them, they better be able to answer the phone. Both of the kids' phones are for emergencies, or direct communication to parents. Which is why I don't argue when they ask to use my cell to call friends. Besides, I have records of who/when they've called out. And who is calling them.So... to recap. We've all got basic (crap) cell phones (a total of four in our household of six), that call and text, but nothing else (communication wise). But I wouldn't be able to function well without mine.
Well, my eyes are still blue. I still have a speckling of freckles across my nose and cheeks. And I'm still defiantly stubborn. - Or is it stubbornly defiant? It's one of those. lol
It was because he was not experienced,maybe that would explain why he is not up to try new things.He hasn't had enough time to learn. Should have been enough time by now though... it's been 12 years since we got married. He still hasn't learned a whole lot... guess it's now my own fault - I don't know how to teach... but I love to learn.
I didn't wait.. when I met the man who would become my husband, he was a virgin... he wasn't on our wedding night. If I had to do everything over again, I'd say I'd rather not have married someone who was a virgin before I married him. He gave his virginity to me - and don't get me wrong... I'm flattered. But really, our sex life has suffered because I don't know how to teach him, and he isn't open to learning new things. Not open to experiences as I am. So I'd go with, wouldn't be a virgin when I got married... and wouldn't marry someone who's "essentially" a virgin.
I've been known for dragging things out - and it's not easy for me to release... An average (by myself) is about 2 - 2 1/2 hours... With hubby, it sometimes takes a while longer (mostly because I have to wait for him to get done, then take care of it myself).
Demons - Imagine DragonsI love this song! *Sets to repeat* lol
Today was the day. Today, she would knock on his door. Today would be the day that she’d invite him over, and not wait for him to ask her again. She was determined. She woke up excited, having dreamed about how it would feel with him inside her. Holding her, and fucking her. She opened her eyes to look at the clock, before she rolled out of bed. It was six-thirty am; time to get up, and get...
Added 29 Nov 2013 | Category Taboo
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My heart races as I pass his door. Will this be the time? Will he come out and talk to me? Invite me in. I try to control my pace, don’t falter, don’t pause, but I look at his door as I pass by. I beg with my eyes for it to open, and for him to be standing on the other side. I have almost worn a path in the carpet of the hallway, racing up and down the stairs, pretending to check on the...
Added 23 Nov 2013 | Category Taboo
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Angel of night My guardian near Keep me safe in the darkness While leading my fears. Bring me to danger And sound all my alarms Make me feel physical pain But don’t let me be harmed. Lead my seduction Let me be used I allow humiliation But only by you. Abuse me roughly Make me think I asked for it Nobody will question But I’d never admit, I enjoyed it. Call me names, pull my hair...
Added 07 Nov 2013 | Category Love Poems
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I’d been playing on the chats for a while when he came into the room, and we started up a conversation about where we were from, what we were doing – the usual stuff. We role played for a bit, just the mundane stuff (what we’d do to each other if we were to meet up in a hotel room, or some place semi-private). I started to share more and more personal fantasies, and just other random...
Added 05 Nov 2013 | Category Taboo
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I heard his voice in my ear, from the other side of the phone. I'd called after working my shift, a full 8 hour day, to see if he needed me to pick up anything before I headed home. I was walking, because the car has been in the shop for almost a month. I knew it would take me a while to get home, and it was late. I was hoping it would be something simple that he'd need, or nothing at all....
Added 12 Sep 2013 | Category Toys
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His name is Draigen. He’s the one who guides me sexually to each and every climax. He speaks to me when I shut down the computer. His voice is like silk chocolate; warm and inviting. I feel his gaze as it travels down my body; it gently caresses me, causing goose bumps to rise. I shiver and his smile grows. From his pocket he pulls out my collar, and I kneel automatically in front of him,...
Added 22 Jul 2013 | Category Exhibitionism
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She lays there, waiting for me to come to her. I know what she wants, but I’m unwilling to give it just yet. I know that she counts on the sound of my commands to get her off, but she’ll try without it first. I’ve seen her try, and try… and finally quit, frustrated. Today I won’t let her quit. I’ll help her reach her goals, but I want to see her try first. I like to see her lead herself...
Added 17 Jul 2013 | Category Masturbation
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He came from the shadows, close by the tree line. His face was serious, His eyes alive with passion. In his hand He held the Collar, the leash hanging loosely into His other hand. I wasn’t expecting this – not now, not here in the middle of the afternoon, where the people could see. His smile grew as he approached me. All of my thoughts were gone in the instant I saw His eyes… bright...
Added 16 Jul 2013 | Category Love Stories
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