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In the world we live in today we never know when or where tragedy will strike and we never think it will be in our own back yard. Their were four young men who served our country that died and several were wounded including a policeman. This happened in a way that is unfathomable, in their own home town. One was a Marine and Iraq vet who received a purple heart. It is ironic and tragic that instead of facing an enemy overseas, as is their duty, they end up facing one at HOME. A place where they ...

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So the task was....write an essay the the title above.

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When worshiping your Master’s cock the first thing a slut would always want to do is to press a kiss to the head of the cock. This is a dual purpose function. Firstly it allows you to display your submission and your love for being permitted to suck your Master and it also allows a lubrication to your lips; a taste of his semen. There will be time that your Master prefers deep and hard ...

One friend seemed to think I would be great for her as a Controlling force that she craved to obey. I never sought the role but was enticed by her persistent requests for my directions and commands. She wanted to do anything I wanted. Shevwanted me to take control of her.

I accepted the role to make her happy... To give her pleasure. I could do that for her.I had power to excite and arrouse her and that power was very satisfying in a nurturing way. Seems I have a side to me that can ...

Alright people...I see an influx of opinions and ideas about this book, on several different sites both lifestyle and vanilla. How it's such affront to our lifestyle *rolling eyes*, why do you get so offended when people don't know any better and then on the opposite spectrum how can we condone the abuse in the movie from the vanillas...it's a BOOK. I am in the lifestyle, is the book real...well NO...DUH!!!! It's a book...a work of FICTION!!! This is why we read, to dip our toes into other lives ...

I was at the grocery today, picking up a few things to help finish off dinner with friends tonight. (My 14-year-old is cooking. Breaths everywhere are bated.) My cashier was a woman in her 30s, of average build, dark burgundy hair and effusive manner. She was wearing two things that stood out: a man's shirt (old, soft, oxford) and a collar. A Turian-style collar: a finely woven brown leather cord formed into a choker. It rode just above her collarbone, close upon her throat. From the front descending ...

So why is it that people who look at the BDSM world think that all we do is have sex???? All those sanctimonious, unknowing and uneducated people out there just assume that since we tie people up and “beat them” we must all have sex with each other in one big orgy right??? We are all just perverted, unhealthy and a bunch of promiscuous freaks that get off on hurting each other, we don’t know anything about love and commitment. I can just join Fet or any one of those sites to become a member of a ...

It has been a while since I posted here, this is where I found myself and got my feet under me with the help of so many. I feel sad that I have drifted and so have they, but life is funny that way and we move on to become what we are meant to be. I have not forgotten anyone and pop in from time to time hoping to catch them here. I hope all my friends have had a wonderful New Year and a great holidays. May the coming of this New Year bring you all you desire and could wish for....la
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I saw a dry leaf fly across the snow today, and somehow it reminded me of You. I pondered the symbolism…the lost, but not forgotten…the promise of another season...a fluttering token of yesterday…

Maybe it was the knowledge that the warm, brown earth was still there…somewhere…Your smell, Your skin, the roughness of Your hands…hidden from me just beneath the cold white. The heated whisper of your breath in my ear, encapsulated in that single token of a faraway summer. Life…the life ...

All my adult life I have been submissive. I have pursued it with a drive and desire that couldn't and wasn't ever hidden. I needed to be on my knees. Serving. Owned. Controlled. I needed to belong. Be 'HIS'.

For the past few weeks I have shed many tears. I mourn the loss of a huge part of me.... I seem to have lost my submission. It hasn't happened over night. Nor was it something I planned. It has been a sad and long slow realisation that all I was and all I knew was somehow ... ...