[2457695.475694]I'm afraid that this profile will sound very much as it did before. I thought about a major rewriting, but, frankly, just don't want to do it. So “it is what it is” - with a few things altered to reflect the current state of things.Because I rarely visit the chat rooms now, I'm no longer explicitly stating 'terms'. They are still in effect, but they're now at the 'double secret probation' level.I (still) like people who can actually make correct sentences using real words. I am a lot more interested in what's between your ears than between your legs. And, rather bluntly, if you have a problem with intelligent females, “move along...”.I am a late-40s, bisexual female, who is happily heterosexually married with only canine children. As it happens, outside my marriage, I seem to have far more Lesbian leanings than otherwise.Here, I once found one to whom I became very bonded. More so than I would ever have imagined. Things were happy for me, but I could not supply something she needed, so that relationship is now sadly past. She, though, will never be out of my life.While not an absolute dominant (or domineering) type, I might have a tendency to take control in, ahem, some circumstances. Conversely, I am most definitely not submissive. Not even close. I really prefer equality of partners. And... I am a romantic.Politically, if one must have a single label, I would be considered Libertarian. Do I agree absolutely with that school of thought? No, but I identify far more with that direction than the other "choices" available. I'm also an optimistic pragmatist. Think about it.I've been told that sometimes my sense of humor can be rather biting and can turn somewhat sarcastic. What a surprise. Just grin and bear it... you may like it. Or not. I really intend no harm. Most of the time.(Insert sigh here) Yes, I agree - I was not creative in my choice of screen name. I am Lynn; the Witt ("Vitt") is borrowed from a famous Olympic ice skater. Maybe I'll change it - someday. Or not.And, OF COURSE the avatar is me. Absolutely. Without doubt.Disclaimer: Due to sensitive professional connections, I am paranoid (to put it mildly) about revealing my actual identity online - including pictures which show my face - so don't ask! Actual email addresses are, as Monty Python might put it, "Right Out". The secret word is "Avogadro", though that will change sporadically.
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Roses are redBetween the lines readingDid G get laid?With someone succeeding?We wonder out loudIf it could be true;Will this be the caseOr he'll start wanking anew?
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Sandy was more than willing :)
betcha we could stay warm......!
What about spoken words?
A small noise at the door, we smile; "Join us, Heidi"...
No - will just be home. And, Rosie, I had to look up 'gagging' for the sense you intended :) TPBM will ignore the US inauguration as much as possible.
Probably less of a spank and more of squeezes and caresses of that lovely bottom. Well, that can well be plural glancing on up the page.....
Instant communication with someone so very far away....
Such a simple thing, almost beyond notice. I saw my glasses lying on the table. My thoughts wandered to how they were always there as we exchanged our words. Thousands, hundreds of thousands of words. The first, tentative, flirting words in a chat room. The light-hearted banter through email. The growing frequency of "black boxes". The many, many invocations of "our room" where we built...
Added 12 Nov 2016 | Category Love Poems
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So long ago, my Love, it seems that we lighted our candle. Tentative at first we were, as was it's fragile, flickering flame which could have been so easily extinguished. Yet, it stayed alight, growing stronger and steady, a brightly burning blaze, a symbol of our love. True, there were the gusts which sometimes caused it to flare and gutter. Still, it survived, returning to its...
Added 31 Oct 2016 | Category Love Poems
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The sweet sadness of a music box winding to a stop. The notes growing slowly further and further apart. The cheerful tune becoming melancholy. I wonder at each note, "Will it be the last?" As we drift apart, my Love, When will be OUR last?...
Added 28 Oct 2016 | Category Love Poems
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The time I had with you, my Love, Shall ever be with me. You changed my life for the better; Grateful I am for that. Our parting was a shock to me, But, I do understand. The future right now is unclear; My thoughts linger with you. Will you, will I, find another? None who can replace "us". "Time heals all things," you said to me. Perhaps. ...
Added 25 Oct 2016 | Category Love Poems
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