tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-327362502011-07-08T01:27:40.045-04:00<strong>Hello darkness, my old friend,<br> I've come to sing to you again,<br> Because a vision softly creeping,<br> Left its seed while I was sleeping,<br> And the vision that was planted in my brain<br> Still remains<br> Within the sound of sirens.<br>- - - - - - -<br>These shores are for adults only.</strong>Loreleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02683261028369968602noreply@blogger.comBlogger171100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32736250.post-73285601965617498272007-06-02T21:29:00.000-04:002007-06-02T21:41:20.284-04:00

I arrive a little earlier than we had agreed, enter the pub and am quickly stopped by the bouncer who wants to see my ID. I flash him a quick smile. Well past the legal age and I'm still getting carded. I quietly snicker to myself as I go to retrieve my driver's license. I'm wearing exactly what you had requested... a cream, silk button-up blouse, a black & grey pin-striped pleated miniskirt, my

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Image creditI'm going to have you...and you're going to have me.~All to yourself...~You're mine and you know it.Get ready to take it.~...today~No yesterday.No tomorrow.An eternity in four hours.Wings unfurl for the ascension.Catch meand I'll be in your arms soon.~...Are you ready?...~ I Want You Now by Depeche Mode

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Image creditI knock on a hotel room door, the number obscured.A shadow appears on the other side of the peep hole.The door opens to reveal a tall man in camouflage pants, combat boots, and an army green t-shirt. Military haircut.He smiles and starts to speak but I push him against the wall, slam the door behind me, and press his formless words back into his mouth with my lips. My tongue finds his

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[Continuation of The Red Couch - 1]Image creditYou: Still standing in the center of a non-descript room.Dark, plain night walls.Red, plush couch still against the back wall.You: Wearing an unbuttoned long-sleeve shirt and khaki pants.Belt snakes through loops. Barefoot.Just standing there, looking somewhat surprised,You rest your hands on my waist...I look up to you.Me: Touching the center of

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Artwork by Georgia O'KeeffeShe inquired. He answered.What could I tell you about my flower?You must describe the scent and flavor.How shall I describe her for you?I want to know the details. Tell me what you'd like to hear...I want to know how you touch yourself when you cum.And she responds.To find the words to fully convey the delicate intricacies of my orchid to you is no small task. The best

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Image credit90 minutes alone.Driving and smiling.With a favorite purple thong under a black mini skirt.45 minutes with two.Blue wedding attire, glassy eyes, and wine unopened.Harsh lighting and a laptop.Naked toes meet stockinged toes under another's leg.Flirting and nervous laughter.Buttons and zippers.Whispered secrets and kisses.Permissions granted. Permissions missed.Stains on a black suit

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Image creditYou: Standing in the center of a non-descript room.Stark, plain white walls.Red, plush couch against the back wall.You: Wearing a long-sleeve button-up shirt and khaki pants.Belt snakes through loops. Barefoot.Just standing there, looking somewhat forlorn,You hide your hands in your pockets...I walk up to you.Me: Touching the center of your well-defined form.Chills, up the spine.Warm,

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The phone rang. She picked it up and glanced at the caller ID. The agency. This meant work, so she pushed the TALK button."Hello?" She queries and then wonders to herself, Why the hell do we say that when we answer the phone? Do we not expect someone to be there? And if we have caller ID, do we not KNOW who that someone is? Am I the only one to find this practice odd?Her boss on the other end of

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Image creditNo, I didn't write it . . . just thought it was funny.- - - - - - -One day Superman was feeling a bit horny. So, he began to ask his superhero friends for ideas on where he could get a bit of action."Hey Batman! Who's good in the sack?""Well Superman, everyone knows that Wonder Woman is the best sex in comicland. Why don't you try her?" replied Batman."I'd love to, but Wonder Woman

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Image credit"Good afternoon, Sir."The new office temp has been beckoned to his office and enters."You wanted to see me?"She pushes her glasses back up to her eyes."I know I made some terrible mistakes today. I'm new here and I was so nervous... and well, yes - I placed files in the wrong sections.... and lost the employee expense reports.... and forgot to send out the AP checks.... and knocked

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Take this quiz!

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I've been fantasizing more about exploring my dominant side.(I consider myself to be a switch & yes, I also know how to wield one. lol)If only I had a willing sub...ject. Hmmm.And what should I come across while surfing today?!?!I MUST have this book.I could even earn "BDSM Bucks" if I buy it here.Anybody wanna get it for me?C'mon, pet, you know you want to.*whip crack*(of course, I'm kidding

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Image creditLike a full bladder, the sensation floods me.Out of nowhere. Inopportune.Demanding my attention.Warm chills course through my veins.Like billowing waves of lava.And I melt into submission.My skin is alive.Aching for touch.My breath is eratic.Searching for pheromones.My mind's eye is awakened.Looking for visions of nakedness.My ears are bionic.Longing to hear my name uttered in

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I Want It All by Depeche ModeI Want . . .intimacy.freedom.a female lover... or 2.a harem of men.complete Trust to be vulnerable.casual sex.rough sex.tender love-making.surprises.communication.exploration.focus.discipline.compliance.reciprocation.awe.complete, mad, head-over-heels Love.MORE!I Want To Be . . . / I Want To . . .dominated / dominate you.tied up / tie you up.blindfolded / blindfold

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Image creditFirst? You were singing.Baritone/Bass.Slight vibrato.Nice.Last night, I thought you were gone.Tonight, you spoke.DAMN sexy voice, too.The perfect timbre for good phone sex.But, we missed that path, huh?Yes. It's behind you.Besides, that would be across the line for you, wouldn't it?What a shame.At least you rescinded your good-bye.For now anyway.

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Image creditI stood naked before you.And danced.While you hid behind your mask.And cloak.Were your physical restraints self-inflicted?Were your hands trembling from your desire?Were your thoughts set ablaze?Did you smile?Did you lick your lips?Did you like what you saw?The mask concealed your expressions,So I did not see.Were your eyes wide shut. . .Or were mine?I stand naked for you. Still.. . .

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Image creditDie Loreleiby Heinrich HeineI don’t know what it could mean,that I’m so sad: I find,A fairy-tale, from times unseen,Won’t vanish from my mind.The air is cool and it darkens,And quiet flows the Rhine:The tops of the mountains sparkle,In evening’s after-shine.The loveliest of maidens,She’s wonderful, sits there,Her golden jewels glisten,She combs her (shining) hair.She combs it with a

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