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the way that i want to touch you.
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the way that i want to touch you.
7:46AM on July 20, 2009

I paced the floors outside the USAir boarding gates at the Airport. "Damn" I whispered for the umpteenth time in the past half hour. Heightened security measures wouldn't allow me to wait outside the gate itself. Only ticketed passengers were allowed beyond the checkpoint. It had been weeks since I'd last seen you and the closer to your arrival time it got, the slower the clock seemed to move. Once again, I looked at the monitor. The flight hadn't arrived, but was still on time. At least that was a plus.

A small crowd of families and friends filtered in to meet loved ones. Children ran from window to window squealing "I see Daddy's airplane!". I smiled as I watched, feeling as much excitement as they, but also frustration at having to wait at the end of a hallway that stretched forever. Finally the monitor changed the plane's status to "IN" and I joined the children at the windows. I knew that I had no way to tell which plane was yours, but it beat pacing. Before long the first of the passengers trickled down the hall and in spite of the fact that my eyes were above most of the crowd, I craned my neck to search.

Grandparents were met with hugs; lovers by passionate kisses; fathers and mothers with smiling faces and feet that just wouldn't stay still. The hallway thinned as the crowds drifted off to the luggage carrousels. But still I hadn't spotted you. I felt the first twinge of concern as I saw the flight crew walking toward me, already planning an evening on the town.  Finally, there you were. Smiling, you walked toward me, your progress like drinking honey through a straw. As you passed through security, you dropped your carry on bag and flew into my arms. Our lips meeting with the pressures of pent up passion and weeks of need.

When we broke our embrace, we were alone. "God, I've missed you! Let's get your luggage, I can't wait to get to the Inn." I whispered as I breathed deeply of your perfume.

Your suitcase was the only one remaining and we arrived just in time to claim it from the airline's security people. Hand in hand we hurried to the car and as I finished putting your things in the trunk with mine I felt soft hands on my back caressing me gently but urgently. I closed the trunk as those hands wound around my waist, one moving to my chest, the other to the tent in my pants.  You sighed and leaned your head on my back as your hands lingered on more sensitive parts. "It's been too long, honey." You whispered.
I turned in your arms, took your chin in my fingers and lifted your lips to mine once more. This kiss was slower, and spoke of love as well as need. We held each other a few moments more, then parted with a sigh.

The drive to the  ferry was a little over an hour and along the way we talked and touched and teased and made plans for the weekend. The rest of the world was forgotten. We boarded the ferry to Martha's Vineyard and found seats on the top deck, forward. It was a beautiful June day and the heat of the sun only added to the fire that burned inside us both. We weren't the only couples locked in each other's arms, but it wouldn't have mattered if we were.  As the ship throttled back to into dock  we moved to the exit with purpose. At the end of the long wooden pier, we decided to walk the two blocks to the bed & breakfast that I'd chosen rather than wait for a taxi.

The inn was a quaint Victorian house, just across the road from the beach, with the friendliest staff imaginable. The owner showed us to the Tivoli Room on the second floor. She'd told us that it was the best room in the house, and didn't exaggerate. With obvious pride, she showed us around the well appointed room and spacious bath, then quickly, left us with a smile and an invitation to tea on the terrace. The door had hardly stopped moving before I took you in my arms. Our kisses were heated, our breathing heavy. My hand cupped your breast and I felt a small shudder and soft sigh. Even through your clothing I could feel your nipple; as hard as my cock.  You then gave a gentle push. We fell together into the bed and it triggered a frenzy of unbuttoning, unzipping, untying and flying articles of clothes. We were naked in seconds and exploring each other's bodies.

My hand again found your soft, warm breast. My thumb teased the nipple even harder and the moan I tasted in our kiss was delicious. My kisses moved across your cheek as my fingertips stroked your breast as softly as a whisper, ending each stroke by caressing the nipple and squeezing it gently. My lips moved to your neck and the smell of your perfume filled my senses again.  My tongue traced a line across your shoulder; my teeth playfully nibbled the fleshy muscle at the base of your neck and your moans told me I hadn't forgotten the spot. I followed your collar bone to the hollow at the base of your throat and licked from there to your chin. I knelt above you and kissed your chin, your left cheek, your right cheek, your eyes and the tip of your nose.

I kissed your throat again, lower and lower until my face was between your breasts. I could feel their fire on my cheeks and I used both hands to press them tightly against me. I turned my head left and right, allowing my lips to drag across your soft skin from the base of each orb to the crinkled tip. Back and forth, my mouth opening wider with each pass, my tongue seeking the stiff treat my lips felt. At last, my tongue circled your nipple. "Mmmmm!" you sighed as I inhaled you into my mouth.

I moved to your side and watched my fingers stroll down your tummy, toying with your navel and feeling the short, curly hairs just below. I flattened my palm on your mons and rubbed slow circles. You lifted your hips to press against me harder and my fingers touched the smooth skin of your pussy's lips.  My fingers moved up and down, pressing into you with every stroke. Your legs separated like they had a will of their own and you moaned each time I touched your clit. My finger was coated with your juices. I brought it to my tongue and sucked it clean and you smiled as you watched. I dipped my finger in you once again and coated your lips with your wetness. Then I kissed you, my tongue dancing across your lips seeking the wonderful tastes of you.  My need for you was overpowering and with our lips till together, I moved atop you. My cock found what it wanted and slowly entered. We both sighed as our pelvises touched and I rubbed against you.

Civilization dropped from us and we made uninhibited love. Your teeth bared as the tiger I love to see took control of you and you grunted with each stroke. Our hips were alive, pistoning up and down, round and round. I felt your heels slam into my ass, raising you from the bed to meet me. I saw the approach of your orgasm as I felt my own take control of me. The clamping of your pussy was all I needed to push me over the edge and we both came in wave after wave of pleasure and animal sounds.  I felt your legs loosen their grip as my cock softened inside you. I lowered myself to kiss you and felt the slipperiness caused by the sweat that poured from us both. Our breathing returned to normal slowly and the slight breeze was enough to chill our wet bodies. I felt you shiver slightly and with another kiss, I stood and pulled you to the bathroom and a warm shower. We played in the warm water till it started to run cool, then toweled each other dry. So, we decided to walk along the beach so I dressed in shorts and T-shirt. You donned shorts and a bikini top that looked absolutely wonderful.

"Oh, God!" you said as you looked in the mirror, "I can't wear this in public!"

I laughed and said "Why not? You look beautiful in it." We left the room before you had a chance to think about it too much and crossed the road to the beach. We took our shoes off at the edge of the sand and walked to the water, intending to wade along the shore. "Brrrr" we both said as the cold Atlantic washed over our feet. We decided that perhaps the warm sand was a better choice.

We held hands as we walked the beach. From time to time you'd bend to pick up a shell, examine it, pass judgment and return it to the sea. With the cold waters, we had the beach to ourselves and we enjoyed each other, the sounds of the waves and sea birds.  And we spent the day walking through town acting like the tourists we were. We shopped for souvenirs, we sat at an outdoor cafe and had a soda as we picked out the houses that we'd like to live in.

Still holding onto each other, we walked to the breakwater, a line of large stones sticking into the ocean. We walked out a ways and sat side by side, arm in arm, watched the boats go by and talked. Before we knew it, the sun began to set and the view was breathtaking.  With the setting sun, the breeze got cooler and we got hungry, for food as well as each other. On the way back to the inn, we checked out the menus by the doors of the restaurants and decided on the Oyster Bar. Neither of us was dressed for dinner so we made reservations and headed back to our room.

We undressed each other, taking turns removing an article of clothes as sensuously as possible. I removed the bikini top and cupped your breasts. You pulled my T-shirt over my head, ran your hands across my chest and sucked on my nipples. I knelt before you and removed your shorts and panties and nuzzled the small patch of fur I'd exposed.  I stood as you knelt to return the favor. I felt your lips in my pubic hair as your chin moved my cock back and forth. It rubbed against your throat and tapped the underside of you your chin with each heart beat.

"Mmmm. I like that!" I told you, as your hand slid up my leg to cup my balls.

You looked up at me and said "How `bout this?" and pulled your head back slowly, my cock sliding along the underside of your chin. Suddenly it sprang before your lips and tongue and you licked the precum from the tip. You lips parted and I saw my cock slowly disappear into your mouth until your nose once again touched my hair.

"Oh, yes" I moaned, trying not to thrust my hips into you. I felt your hands reach around my legs and grab my ass for leverage and you moved your head back and forth, sucking me like never before. The sight of you inhaling my cock and the delicious slurping sounds was almost too much.

Just as I was about to step beyond the point of no return, I felt you loosen your grip on me. I heard my cock POP out of your mouth with a kissing sound and you smiled, knowing the torture you were putting me through.

You moved toward the bed where you knelt on the edge and the sexy wiggle of your ass was all I needed to see. My hands caressed your ass as I slid my wet cock up and down your pussy. I felt the heat of your pussy on my cock head and was drawn to it. I watched as I entered you, smoothly and without stopping until I saw your ass shake with the impact of my hips.

"Mmmm, now THAT'S what *I* like!" you cooed. Your hips and mine found a rhythm. I changed positions from time to time to rub the length of my cock along your clit, drawing a sigh from your lips and a shudder from inside you.

I could feel your orgasm, as always, starting deep within. I pressed my thumb against your ass and pounded my cock in and out as fast and hard as I could.

"YES, Fuck me. I'm cumming!"

Your breasts were swaying wildly from your motion and the sudden impact of our bodies. I transferred my grip to your hips and pulled you into me, harder and harder. I felt you cum. I heard you cum. I came too.

"UGH! I'm CUMMING! UGH, UGHHHH"

The world stopped as our hearts pounded and our breath came in gasps. I stood staring at the ceiling, my eyes closed as if praying for the moment to endure. You dropped your head to the bed and pushed against me one last time.

"That was fantastic!" we said together. Then laughed. My cock softened and I pulled it from you slowly, all shiny and wet with both of our juices. You turned, sat on the edge of the bed and reached out with your finger to catch some of the liquid for a taste.

"Mmmm, a delicious appetizer!"

Once again you took me into your mouth and sucked me clean. Then you stood before me and we kissed. I could taste our sex on your lips and tongue and you were right, it WAS a delicious appetizer.  One hunger sated, we washed and dressed and walked to the restaurant to satisfy another.  I'm not sure how you did it, but before I knew it, I was eating raw oysters on the half shell and enjoying it. But it was nothing to compare with the rest of the dinner. It was fabulous! As we enjoyed the feast, we talked to catch up on the time we were apart, we sipped a wonderful wine the steward had suggested and we smiled into each other's eyes. When coffee and dessert were finished, we strolled back to the inn in the light of a nearly full moon.

Our lovemaking that night was tender and slow. We lay in the bed kissing and caressing each other, building the fires slowly this time. We told each other of our love without speaking a word and our sighs mingled with the breeze blowing in the windows.  We slept the sleep of contented souls that night. My arm was across your tummy when my eyes opened the next morning. I felt you stir and said "I had the most wonderful dream last night. I dreamed we were on an island paradise together."

"That was no dream, love. It's really happening." you smiled and dozed off again to finish the dreams you were enjoying.

I left you sleeping and dressed enough to go downstairs for coffee. I made a fresh pot in the kitchen and carried two mugs upstairs. I found you, the blanket around you like a toga, on our private deck outside our room and sat beside you.  We then sipped the hot coffee and discussed the empty house next door. We talked about how we could fix it up, what colors to use and what changes to make. You'd found some journals next to the bed and brought them out with you. They were written by lovers that shared the room before us and told of the wonderful times they had here. We read them to each other, smiling at the things they talked about. The chill morning breeze drove you inside as I wrote our entry, telling future guests some of the wonders we've discovered.  We headed for the shower and bathed each other till our skin wrinkled. We dressed for our last day in paradise and went downstairs to breakfast. The breakfast our hostess had prepared was wonderful. We ate well and set out for adventure.

Since the water was much too cold to swim in, we decided to rent mopeds and explore the island. After some faltering lessons on our pint-sized mounts, we headed toward  the other side of the island. Traffic wouldn't allow us to ride side by side, so you blazed the trail. I was surprised when you turned off the main road but the less busy road and the beautiful farms were a welcome sight to us both.  We stopped from time to time to enjoy the beauty or just stretch our legs. Martha's Vineyard isn't a large island, but the mopeds were slow going.  Once such stop was near a newly mown field on a road to nowhere. We pulled to the side of the road, behind an ancient stone wall. We could see the farmer mowing the next field over, or rather we saw the machines moving about. Sitting sideways on your seat, you took off your helmet and shook your hair loose. I walked over and put my arms around you, standing between your knees. Your lips sought mine and the kiss would have melted an iceberg. Perhaps it was the vibration of the moped, but you were unmistakably horny and the realization stiffened me immediately.

My hand went to the back of your neck and I drew my fingers along it from your scalp to your shoulders. Your hand went to my chest and I could feel my heart beating against your palm as your fingers tickled my tiny nipples.  Our lips still together, I cupped your breast and squeezed softly. Your hand rubbed the bulge in my jeans and we both moaned softly. I heart the ziiiip of my jeans opening and your hand felt cool against my hard cock. It lay in your cupped hand and you massaged me from the tip to my balls. I moaned again.

I put my hand on your thigh and slid my fingers under the hem of your shorts. The leg openings were large and allowed me easy access to you. I felt your panties, wet and sticking to your shaved skin. My thumb pressed against your clit and moved back and forth.

"Fuck me, baby!" you said "Here! Now!"

You stood and moved to the waist high wall. You glanced at the farmers in the next field and smiled. You pulled your shorts and panties to your ankles then bent to lean against the wall. I stood behind you and rubbed the head of my cock against your pussy to get it as wet as you were. I pushed the head into you and moved it up and down. You pushed back against me and I pushed until my pubic hair brushed your ass.  I pulled back slowly and tightened my ass to slam back into you. I varied the speed and power of my thrusts and left just the head of my cock inside you one time. You looked back at me and with a snarl you took over. I put my hands on my hips and watched your ass vibrate with each thrust.

You arched your back and tried to stifle the cry as your last thrust pushed you too far. I felt your hot cum on my cock and slid my hips back and forth slowly, watching your whole body vibrate.  I was very close to my own orgasm when you collapsed to your knees. You turned around and gulped my cock, fucking me with your mouth. I held your head in my hands and moved my hips slowly, barely in sync with you. Your hand went between my legs and I felt your finger on my ass. It pushed in and out just enough.

"I'm cumming!" I warned. You either didn't hear or didn't care for you increased your pace. As you felt my cock swell as it prepared to explode, you pushed me deeper into your throat and swallowed my cum as fast as I could give it to you. You didn't stop sucking till I softened in your mouth.  I guess my cries as I came were louder than I thought. We heard a horn behind us and turned to see the lights on the farmer's tractor flashing off and on. We realized that he was too far away to see much and it struck us as funny. I helped you to your feet and we both bowed in that direction, pulled up our pants, donned our helmets and hit the road, still laughing at our brazen performance.

From time to time I'd see you shake your head as we rode as if to question your sanity, but still you smiled.  The smiles were still on our faces as we pulled into a little deli for lunch. As we got off the bikes you almost fell over from laughing and I couldn't help but join you. We got some strange looks from the family sitting at the picnic tables, but I suspect they were nothing compared with the looks they'd give us if they knew WHY we were laughing.  I sat next to you at the table and as my weight hit the bench, the table started tipping. I managed to stand before we both hit the floor with our meals, but it started the laughing all over again. As we ate, we talked about the things we'd seen: the gorgeous little house near the beach, the flowers growing wild in the field nearby and the miles of woodlands; anything but that farmer's field.

The rest of the day was blissfully peaceful. We walked the cliffs high above the ocean and sat on a huge rock and watched the ships sail past and the clouds drift by. The breeze turned chilly and we thought we'd better head back `home'.  Still following your lead, we took a different route back to the inn. The clouds grew ominous and the air quite cool before we got back  to turn in the bikes. We stopped for cappuccino to warm us and noticed the first drizzle of rain starting to fall.

We made the inn just as the occasional sprinkle turned into a hearty shower and by unspoken agreement, went to the swing on the porch. My arm kept you warm as we watched the rain and listened to it's pattering on the roof. It muted every sound around us and added to the feeling that this was our private world.  The sky grew dark and lightning flashed. We kissed and looked into each other's eyes and yours would sparkle with each heavenly flash. The wind changed directions and blew the cold rain on us so we abandoned the swing, damp of body, but not of spirit.

Back in our room, I lit the candles next to the bed and barely got the covers pulled down before you were undressed and shivering. You crawled into bed and waited for me to warm you.  I laid beside you and you drifted into my arms. Like the night before, we took our time. Our kisses were softer and slower, our caresses tender. I slid my hand up and down your back, feeling the softness of your skin. My hand lingered on you butt and my fingers moved up and down between your cheeks.  You lifted your leg on top of mine and raised your knee. My hand caressed your thigh and I felt the heat at the top of it. Constantly moving, my fingers barely touched you at first, then I increased the pressure entering your private domain a little more each pass.  You were incredibly wet. My fingers slid in and out with the wet sounds I love to hear. Your sigh was felt against my lips more than heard as I rubbed the hard nub of your clit, feeling it grow beneath my fingers. My cock swelled and rubbed against your tummy as I slowly moved my hips. I felt your hand snake between us to stroke me.

I started to rise and move on top of you. You placed your hand on my chest and told me "Uh uh, it's my turn, lover."

You pushed me to my back and straddled me. My cock was pinned beneath you and I felt your pussy lips part to slide on either side of it. You slid slowly back and forth, coating me with your wetness. You were sitting up, your hands on my chest smiling as you moved.  Without warning, I felt myself slip inside of you. The soft, wet heat surrounded me and you just sat there, not moving for a long time. Your eyes were closed and your lips smiling.

"God, this feels so good!" you said softly then started to move your hips in circles above me. Your movements started out slow and long and occasionally you'd stop again and press down onto me. But before long you increased the pace of your hips as well as your breathing.  I cupped your breasts in my hands and gently squeezed your nipples.

"Ohhhh, Yes" was what I imagined I heard, too quiet to be certain.

Your hips moved with less control now. Faster and shorter movements. Constantly changing position, chasing the pleasure from one spot to another. I tugged gently on your breasts, quietly asking you to bend down. I held your breasts together and licked your nipples as you rubbed the length of my cock along your clit.  I was getting close to cumming when I felt the first tremor in you. I sucked your nipple into my mouth and my hips joined yours, torturing the bedsprings.

Both of our breathing was ragged. Each knew the other was close, but wanted to stretch out the pleasure we were feeling.  Suddenly you couldn't hold back any longer. "I'm cumming, baby" you said as you bit your lip. The lightning flashed and the thunder rolled, both outside the windows and inside of you as your orgasm raced through your entire body. You sat upright, tossed your head back and tried to suck all of the air from the room. Your hips pounded into me.

"Ugh! I'm cumming!" I cried and thrust my hips up into you with each spurt of pleasure.

"UUGGGHH! UUGH!" The final spasms left me and took all my energy with them. I felt my body go limp then felt yours slowly lay atop me, your head on my chest.

We laid together like that for a long time catching our breath and listening to the thunder drift out to sea. You finally lifted your face and kissed me softly. "I love you, Troy." you whispered.

"I know!" I smiled. "And I love you too, Cindy!"

You rolled to my side and was asleep in seconds. I lay there watching you and drifted off to sleep hearing your words echo inside my mind. We may be leaving in the morning, but I promised myself that we'd return some day and capture some more magic in the room by the sea. 

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Thank You
11:34PM on April 14, 2009

If the sun refused to shine, I would still be loving you.
If the mountains should crumble to the sea, there would still be you and me.

Kind woman, I give you my all, Kind woman, nothing more.

Little drops of rain whisper of the pain, tears of loves lost in the days gone by.
But my love is strong, with you there is no wrong,
together we shall go until we die. My, my, my.
Inspiration's what you are to me, inspiration, look... see.

And so today, my world it smiles, your hand in mine, we walk the miles,
Thanks to you it will be done, for you to me are the only one.
Happiness, no more be sad, happiness....I'm glad.
If the sun refused to shine, I would still be loving you.
If the mountains should crumble to the sea, there would still be you and me.

Thank You by Led Zeppelin

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sunflower
1:45PM on February 03, 2009

If this world were a flower garden
And your smiling face a flower therein
Sunflower, with the golden hair
I would know you anywhere
I could visit you in moonlight
Wouldn’t make no difference, in the darkness you shine bright
Sunflower, with the eyes of blue
I’d do everything just for you

Sunflower makes me sing
Of the joy you bring to me

And we could make this world a flower garden
I would take you in my arms and then
Sunflower, I will take you there
It’ll be our garden everywhere

All the joy you bring
Sunflower makes me sing

And if this world were a flower garden
And your smiling face a flower therein
Sunflower with the eyes of blue
I’d do everything just for you

by C & K

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A Hot Summer's Day
11:10AM on January 21, 2009

“Hey baby you have been working so hard today, you must be starved so I have brought you a sandwich and a cup of soup!” He smiled up at me as he took the plate out of my hand, “I am sorry Darling,” he replied sadly as he pulled me into his arms and kissed me playfully! “This will be an all day job I suppose; we are so back logged from work with all the new contracts this month.” He told me as he scooted me off his lap!

I went about my day, with light dusting and the watering of plants until I ran out of anything to keep me occupied. So I went out to Terries so I could allow him to get things done!

The day was steamy, but the fragrance from the garden was wonderful, as I drifted away to the summer heat!

My mind went to that morning when we had awakened, he’s body was wrapped possessively around mine as his hands stroked my hip lovingly!! I always awoke in the morning wanting him to take me, needing him to fill me with his morning hard-on. Every morning I would awake to his touch, his hard cock pressed gently into my smooth flesh, and my body desiring his touch; it has to be because of our dreaming and the closeness of our bodies through the long dark night that we are so in need with the morning light!

At times, he would take me urgently, needing and craving me before my mind was aroused to him. I would wake with him buried deep inside from behind, as his fingers pull my hips gently in and out of his strokes. I would then wrap the back of my leg over his hip, giving him greater access to my depth and a view to my hands as they searched out my clit, and pull and tease my nipples!

Then other morning, mostly on the weekends when we could stay in bed a little longer, I would awake to him gently arousing me with his finger, as it played in and out of my sweet hole and circle around my clit, or my favorite when his mouth would be buried between my legs as his warm tongue dipped in and out of my juices, and up and down my length, his fingers spreading my lips for his sweet access!

This morning he had awaken me by rolling me over, as he perched himself on my chest, and lovingly teased my chin, nose and lips with his cock-head! I loved the mischief in his eyes when he would want me to suck his cock, he was like a kid wanting to play with his favorite toy, but not knowing for sure if it was the right time!!

I looked up in his eyes and smiled as I said, “Oh baby not this morning, I am not really in the mood this morning!” He would then reply, “But you see, this is not by choice my love, I need you, and want you, and will have you now!!

He would play and stroke his cock there at my lips, and then he would try to nudge his cock-head between my lips, as I would playfully move my head from side to side! We would play for a little while, as his thighs crushed into my breast and my tongue teased his cock-head, and then he would draw me into seducing him. “Ok baby, if that is the way you want to be.” He would say as he moved off the bed. I would act crushed as I would whimper, “But lover, I was only teasing.”

“Nope, it is too late now.” He would say playfully as he stood at the edge of the bed, his hard on beaming straight up and his hands on his hips! I would then coo softly, “It is never to late baby.” As I snaked my body across the bed, then lying on my back with my head hanging over the edge, I would spread his thighs with my fingers and lap desirably at his full balls, my fingers tickling and exploring his inside thighs!

It was so sensual to hear him moan, as his thigh lightly quivered. I loved the way my mouth could pleasure his now over extended body! He moved away a little as he aimed his hard cock for my pleasing lips with my neck arched back as my head hung over the edge of the bed. I would open slightly for his entrance as he guide his cock into my wet hot mouth! He would spread his thighs wider as I slowly suck him in! “Hummmm” I would hum as his balls pushed up against my nose. I swallowed around him as he started working his hips, and his hands went to my perch nipples as he squeezed them savagely, knowing I loved the sweet pain!

In this position he controlled his own speed and depth, so I would place my fingers around the base of his shaft next to his balls as I worked them with my mouth at his now urgent pushes!

A deep pressing moan left his lips, as his fingers trailed down my tummy, and buried themselves between my now soaked pussy lips! He slowed his tempo a little, as he reached over my pussy lips to the bud leading to my anal entrance with his pussy soaked finger, circling around it as he slowly pressed in!

His cock was now slipping in and out of my mouth with such force and speed as he prepared me for the push. His balls quivering in my hands as his finger drove home in my ass, the heat ran through my body as my climax surge deep inside! I moaned as my mouth gasped around his cock and he then pushed home. His balls tighten, as I swallowed hard, and his hot seed exploded against my giving throat!

He slowly eased out of my mouth with his pulsing cock as the rest of his sweet hot seed coated my tongue. I milked his shaft with my hands as his cock-head left my mouth, and lapped lovingly at the sweet seed still coated there at the tip, as he moved slowly and reluctantly further away from me!

“Oh just the though of his love making, was causing me to seep!”

I was now very hot, from both the summer heat and my thoughts as I lazily arose and went inside. I stepped into the bedroom as I removed my cloths, slipping out of my drenched panties as the aroma of them drifted through my sense, I heard him call from the other room, “ Hey kitten, come here a minute I need you.” My thoughts saying, “yeah and I need you too,” as I crumpled my panties throwing them in the hamster, and slip a dress over my head. I arrived in the den; his head still bent at his work as my hands reached for and massaged his shoulders! “Yes my master, you called.” I replied. His back straighten as he said, “Come around here Kitten, I been wondering where you were!”

His hands found my waist as I came around in front of him, and then quickly moved to my hips as he sat me on the desk in front of him atop of all his paper work! “I was just thinking of you my love,” I said, as he moved my dress up my thighs.

“Um yes, I can tell by the condition of your dewy pussy my dear,” he replied, as his hands spread my thighs wider! “Um I love the smell of your heat.” Were the last clear words I heard from his lips as he buried his mouth to my dewy mound! He licked and sucked the out side of my dew until I could not take anymore. My hands went down my body to my pussy lips, spreading them tightly apart as my body spread across his desk.

He pushed the back of my thighs over his shoulders as he pressed his tongue and lips deeply at my clit, his middle finger now searching out the entrance to my silken hole! Around and around his tongue played, I arched my body deeper and deeper at his finger fucking my hole! Papers were going everywhere along with pencils and such as my body violently exploded to his pleasuring mouth. I hear myself cry out, “Oh baby, shitttttttt!’ I pushed my climax out to his receiving mouth!

Still shuddering in a deep heated climax I felt his body rise, while my ankles now were in his loving hands. Within seconds I felt him part my pussy lips with his cock-head and the sharp push in as he went to my depth, fast and sure in all my dew, he was buried deep with in me! He pushed my legs together in front of his chest as his hips worked his hard smooth shaft in and out of my thigh hole!

He now had my ankles bonded together in the grasps of his one hand, and lower his body to rest against the advantage of my legs, as each push raised my pussy and ass back into his every deep vibrant push!

His body tightens as he pushes my legs apart and went for the depth, to bury his sweet seed. I wrapped my legs around his waist as his body covered my, and pushed him deeper home! Our bodies stayed molded together until, the breathing slowed down. Then he picked me up with his cock still buried inside as he lowered us both down into his chair! I could feel him growing soft inside as we kissed playfully! He then coaxed me off his lap, I straighten my dress as he did his zip, and started picking up scattered papers!

He was straightening the desk as I look up at him, with a very soggy paper in my hand, and said; “I think we have caused you more work if you have to turn these in.” He smiled adoringly at me, and replied, “No baby these are my notes for Mondays meeting, and I wanted them adorned with your sweetness as to make the long boring meeting a little more pleasant!” I smiled back at his wicked grin as I said, “So are we finished here because it is almost time for dinner, and I need a distraction as I prepare your meal and set the table!” He smiled back as he rose to help me up, and said, “Oh yeah!” “I am so hungry!”

“Yeah me too, and I already have my eye on desert!”

 

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when i think of you
10:50AM on January 21, 2009

My mind becomes a haze of wants and desires. My body heats up, my nipples become erect, and a sweet pain swirls deep inside me. My mind races in its imagination of your searching touch, as your fingers leave trails of fire across my flesh. The vision of your eyes lost in my mind with your desires locked deep inside, these images are sending me deeper into my body’s search for your touch.

The sweet tingling sensation becomes a deep needing ache. My body yearns so badly for its release, its ultimate need of you! My cloths become a heap on the bedroom floor as the switch is flipped to darkness. I lie back into the comforts of the warmth of the bed as my soul’s emptiness explodes in need.

I yearn for your kiss as I can only imagine the deep passion of its embrace against my mouth. I yearn for your touch as I can only hope your fingers find there journey delightful as my mind screams out “Touch me, oh please just touch me!!”

I hear the pounding of my need for your touch as the storm adds comfort to my emptiness. It is just the rain, and the vibration of the thunder, but it is movement beyond my own, and it allows me to not feel as alone.

I explore my body with my own hands, pretending they belong to you. Experience the feel of your journeys in my mind. Knowing the softness of my skin will
tingle to your touch as it is now tingling to mine. Knowing that my body will react to your needs as you explore them with me. Knowing that for a moment we will become one and it will be beyond anything I could ever imagine.

The rumble of thunder across the sky matches the vibration of my body; my fingers are working urgently to find the release of my desires. I need to feel you with me now the deep ache becoming a heated quest. The darkness now full of images of two bodies united in needs. The swirl of desires crashing violently over my body as I cry out your name.

My body’s release so close, but yearning for more. Oh, the sweet need of your touch. Crashing around the closeness of a climax my mind feels the deep heat as it consume my body with it quest of a brilliant release. My body shivers to the release as the fluids rush, and then moments later I lie there in warm wetness of my own release. My body content and motionless as my mind still thinks of you.

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TROY0...
January 22, 2009 (Report It)

thank you. you are most welcome.

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January 21, 2009 (Report It)

I am at a loss for words, this is one of the sweetest things anyone has ever done for me, I can't tell you how flattered i am by this...And what "hot" thoughts they are, kisses and hugs for you!!! I am most flattered by this!!!!
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quotations
10:46AM on January 18, 2009



I might disagree with what you have to say, but Ill defend to the death your right to say it.

--Voltaire


Quotation is a serviceable substitute for wit.

--Oscar Wilde


Quote me as saying I was misquoted.

-- Groucho Marx


I really dont want to encourage young writers. Keep them down and out and silent is my motto.

--John Updike


The maturing process of becoming a writer is akin to that of a harlot. First you do it for love, then for a few friends, and finally only for money.

-- Molière


Language exerts hidden power, like a moon on the tides.

--Rita Mae Brown


Writing is like driving a car at night. You can only see as far as the headlights, but you make the whole trip that way.

--E.L. Doctorow


Never lend books nobody ever returns them. The only books I have in my library are those which people have lent me.

-- Anatole France


Many people hear voices when no-one is there. Some of them are called mad and are shut up in rooms where they stare at the walls all day. Others are called writers and they do pretty much the same thing.

--Margaret Chittenden


When you live in the shadow of insanity, the appearance of another mind that thinks and talks as yours does is something close to a blessed event.

--Robert Pirsig


This is not a book that should be tossed lightly aside. It should be hurled with great force.

--Dorothy Parker


The time you enjoy wasting is not wasted time.

--Bertrand Russell


If you can keep your head when all around you are losing theirs, its possible you havent grasped the situation.

--Jean Kerr


Wit makes its own welcome, and levels all distinctions. No dignity, no learning, no force of character, can make any stand against good wit.

--Ralph Waldo Emerson


It is not worth an intelligent mans time to be in the majority. By definition, there are already enough people to do that.

--G. H. Hardy


The secret of life is honesty and fair dealing. If you can fake that, youve got it made.

-- Groucho Marx


Great spirits have always encountered violent opposition from mediocre minds.

--Albert Einstein


They came for the communists, and I did not speak up because I wasnt a communist; They came for the socialists, and I did not speak up because I was not a socialist; They came for the union leaders, and I did not speak up because I wasnt a union leader; They came for the Jews, and I didnt speak up because I wasnt a Jew. Then they came for me, and there was no one left to speak up for me.

--Martin Niemoller


When I despair, I remember that all through history, the way of truth and love has always won. There have been murderers and tyrants, and for a time they can seem invincible. But in the end they always fall. Think of it, always.

--Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi


The sun, with all those planets revolving around it and dependent upon it, can still ripen a bunch of grapes as if it had nothing else in the universe to do.

--Galileo Galilei


Every blade of grass has its angel who leans over it and whispers, Grow, grow.

--the Talmud


If you stand up and be counted, from time to time you may get yourself knocked down. But remember this: A man flattened by an opponent can get up again. A man flattened by conformity stays down for good.

--Thomas J. Watson


It is better to be hated for what one is than loved for what one is not.

--Andre Gide


In the presence of eternity, the mountains are as transient as the clouds.

--Robert Green Ingersoll


Many people need desperately to receive this message: I feel and think much as you do, care about many of the things you care about, although most people dont care about them. You are not alone.

--Kurt Vonnegut


One of the keys to happiness is a bad memory.

--Rita Mae Brown


Being defeated is often a temporary condition. Giving up is what makes it permanent.

--Marilyn vos Savant


When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.

--Arthur Conan Doyle


The universe is full of magical things, patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.

--Eden Phillpotts


Theres a fine line between genius and insanity. I have erased this line.

--Oscar Levant


Be more concerned with your character than your reputation. Your character is what you really are, while your reputation is merely what others think you are.

--John Wooden


There is an old motto that runs, If at first you dont succeed, try, try again. This is nonsense. It ought to read, If at first you dont succeed, quit, quit at once.

--Stephen Leacock


Use the talents you possess, for the woods would be a very silent place if no birds sang except the best.

--Henry Van Dyke


Reality is just a crutch for people who cant cope with drugs.

--Robin Williams


Sometimes I think the surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that none of it has tried to contact us.

--Bill Watterson


Under capitalism, man exploits man. Under communism, its just the opposite.

--John Kenneth Galbraith


Nobody in the game of football should be called a genius. A genius is somebody like Norman Einstein.

--Joe Theisman


Donuts. Is there anything they cant do?

--Homer J. Simpson


When we ask advice, we are usually looking for an accomplice.

--Marquis de la Grange


Transported to a surreal landscape, a young girl kills the first woman she meets, then teams up with three complete strangers to kill again.

--TV listing for The Wizard of Oz in the Marin Paper


If a word in the dictionary were misspelled, how would we know?

--Steven Wright


No wonder nobody comes here its too crowded.

--Yogi Berra


The first duty of a revolutionary is to get away with it.

-- Abbie Hoffman


The truth is a precious commodity. Thats why I use it so sparingly.

--Mark Twain


Time is natures way of making sure everything doesnt happen at once.

--Anonymous


More than any other time in history, mankind now faces a crossroads. One path leads to despair and utter hopelessness. The other, to total extinction. Let us pray we have the wisdom to choose correctly.

--Woody Allen


It is bad luck to be superstitious.

--Andrew Mathis


Instead of getting married again, Im going to find a woman I dont like and just give her a house.

--Lewis Gizzard


Sometimes you can observe a lot by watching.

--Yogi Berra


I think its unfair that only one company makes the game Monopoly.

--Steven Wright


See, the problem is that God gives men a brain and a penis, and only enough blood to run one at a time.

--Robin Williams


One should never lose hope. Homosexuality can strike any straight man at any age.

--Roger Peyrefitte


All animals are equal, but some are more equal than others.

--George Orwell


If a woman has to choose between catching a fly ball and saving an infants life, she will choose to save the infants life without even considering if there is a man on base.

--Dave Barry


If women are so smart, why do they dance backwards?

--Steve McGarrett


I saw George Bush at a benefit concert actually waving at Stevie Wonder. Someone had to tell him, He cant see you.

--Anne Robinson


Karaoke bars combine two of the nations greatest evils: people who shouldnt drink with people who shouldnt sing.

--Tom Dreesen


The trick to flying is to throw yourself at the ground and miss.

--Douglas Adams


If homosexuality is a disease, lets all call in queer to work. Hello, cant work today. Still queer.

--Robin Tyler


He was about as useful in a crisis as a sheep.

--Dorothy Eden


When a gay man comes up to me and says, I love the show, I know that hes coming on to me. I say thank you and I make out with him. But only for a minute, no longer, because I am straight.

--Eric McCormack (Will & Grace)


The greatest thing since they reinvented unsliced bread.

--William Keegan


I dont even consider myself bisexual. Frankly, I just think of myself as a people person.

--Michael Dane


Dont look now, but theres one too many in this room and I think its you.

-- Groucho Marx


I like long walks, especially when they are taken by people who annoy me.

--Fred Allen


Why cant they have gay people in the army? Personally, I think they are just afraid of a thousand gay guys with M16s going, Whod you call a faggot?

--John Stewart


That young girl is one of the least benightedly unintelligent organic life forms it has been my profound lack of pleasure not to be able to avoid meeting.

--Douglas Adams


What do people mean when they say the computer went down on them?

--Marilyn Pittman


Sex is like bridge: If you dont have a good partner, you better have a good hand.

--Charles Pierce


I woke up when I was 14 and went to speak to my mother and scared us both to death.

--Barry White (on the moment he acquired his deep, velvety voice)


I dont know, darling - he never sucked my cock.

--Tallulah Bankhead (on being asked if a certain acquaintance of hers was gay)


I discovered I scream the same way whether Im about to be devoured by a Great White or if a piece of seaweed touches my foot.

--Kevin James

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TROY0...
January 21, 2009 (Report It)

this post and some of the last were meant for humour. some of them i agree with. some i do not and some just make me laugh like my post on Man Law. some of my posts look out of place here but i consider the mind to be a erongenus zone as well. a partner who can arouse both the mind and the loins is definately a keeper. not that i am sayin...im just saying.

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I love your quotes, well spoken from famous people
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more words
10:44AM on January 18, 2009

Dysfunction: The only consistent feature of all your dissatisfying relationships is you


Insanity: Its difficult to comprehend how insane some people can be. Especially when youre insane.


Laziness: Success is a journey, not a destination. So stop running.


Goals: Its best to avoid standing directly between a competitive jerk and his goals.


Indifference: It takes 43 muscles to frown and 17 to smile, but it doesnt take any to sit there with a dumb look on your face.


Planning: Much work remains to be done before we can announce our total failure to make any progress.


Fear: Until you have the courage to lose sight of the shore, you will not know the terror of being forever lost at sea.


Loneliness: If you find yourself struggling with loneliness, youre not alone. And yet you are alone. So very alone.


Regret: It hurts to admit when you make mistakes. But when theyre big enough, the pain only lasts a second.

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Man Law
10:22AM on January 18, 2009

1. Learn to work the toilet seat. You're a big girl. If it's up, put it down. We need it up, you need it down. You don't hear us complaining about you leaving it down.

1. Sunday sports. It's like the full moon or the changing of the tides. Let it be.

1. Shopping is NOT a sport. And no, we are never going to think of it that way.

1. Crying is blackmail.

1. Ask for what you want. Let us be clear on this one: Subtle hints do not work! Strong hints do not work! Obvious hints do not work! Just say it!

1. Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every
question.

1. Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it. That's what we do. Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.

1. A headache that lasts for 17 months is a problem. See a doctor.

1. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument. In fact, all comments become null and void after 7 days.

1. If you won't dress like the Victoria's Secret girls, don't expect us to act like soap opera guys.

1. If you think you're fat, you probably are. Don't ask us.

1. If something we said can be interpreted two ways and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one.

1. You can either ask us to do something or tell us how you want it done. Not both. If you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself.

1. Whenever possible, please say whatever you have to say during commercials.

1. Christopher Columbus did not need directions and neither do we.

1. ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default settings.
Peach, for example, is a fruit, not a color. Pumpkin is also a
fruit. We have no idea what mauve is.

1. If it itches, it will be scratched. We do that.

1. If we ask what is wrong and you say "nothing," we will act like nothing's wrong. We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle.

1. If you ask a question you don't want an answer to, expect an
answer you don't want to hear.

1. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear is fine...Really.

1. Don't ask us what we're thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as baseball, the shotgun formation, or monster trucks.

1. You have enough clothes.

1. You have too many shoes.

1. I am in shape. Round is a shape.

1. Thank you for reading this. Yes, I know, I have to sleep on the couch tonight; but did you know men really don't mind that? It's like camping.

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after the lovin
10:21AM on January 18, 2009

How long we drifted I don't know. When the world returned, you were laying on my chest, my cock still inside you, making the most contented sounds. I wrapped my arms around you and you lifted your head to kiss me again. Soft and contented. You laid your head back on my chest and smiled.

Your smile alone was enough to fire my passion. You leaned forward and I met you half way in a kiss. It started as just a peck, but built quickly, our lips melted into each other and our tongues danced with each other.

You straightened your legs and wrapped your arms around my neck. My arms found their way around your waist and I scooted up as I laid you back onto the pillows. We continued kissing each other, deep, hot, wet kisses. Our breathing getting more and more irregular. I could almost hear your heart pounding. I was sure mine was going to leap from my chest at any minute. At last we were forced to come up for air and I looked into your eyes and saw everything I wanted in life in there. I touched your cheek and traced your features with my fingertips, barely touching your skin.

My fingers combed your hair and I couldn't resist kissing your forehead. Then the ridge of your nose, then the tip. God I couldn't stop kissing you. While I kissed you and ran my fingers through your hair, my other hand found your left breast. I felt the heat through the soft flannel and was drawn to it. Your breast was firm, yet yielding to my touch. Your nipple was hard as a lemon drop.

My lips moved to your neck. You turned your head to give me freer access and I took advantage of the soft skin you offered.

Your hand explored my body there was no doubt about what it was telling you or the effect you were having on me. My tongue traced patterns on your delicious throat and chin. I could feel you shudder from time to time. Whether it was a tickle or passion I'm never sure.

Your warm hand engulfed me while my left hand paid homage to your right breast as my lips did their best to entertain the right. Your sensitive nipple seems to beckon me almost constantly, and it's there my lips were drawn.

Your hand sought and found my cock. I almost lost it at your touch, so gentle, so loving. But you knew what you were doing and the need (but not the desire) quickly passed.

You smiled at me and rolled on top of me, straddling my waist. You leaned forward and kissed me and when you straightened, your pussy inhaled my cock in one long, deep thrust. Your pussy was hotter than I thought possible.

You gripped my cock tightly, your muscles drawing me in as deep as my length allowed. You moved your hips, slowly at first, in circles, then simply back and forth. Oh you are good! Your breasts were right in front of my eyes. I reached up with both hands and cupped one in each hand. As I massaged your breasts and teased your nipples, your hips were busier than ever moving up and down, back and forth, left and right. I just lay there, afraid to interrupt your rhythm, afraid to move, concentrating on the pleasure you were giving me.

Your movements became less controlled. I t was obvious that I wasn't the only one about to cum. I couldn't hold still any longer. I thrust my hips up to meet you and we quickly found an easy synchronization, trying our damnedest to prolong the pleasure, but knowing we were both too far gone. I don't know who's screams of passion and lust were first. It hardly matters. The result was that we came at the same time or so nearly that no one could tell differently. We both cried out in sounds of both joy and almost pain as our orgasms fed off of each other and we lost ourselves in paradise. I could feel my balls tighten and my cock convulse as each jet of hot cum shot into you. Mixing with your cum there was too much for the limited space and I could feel it run down my balls like molten steel.

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STD
10:18AM on January 18, 2009

Sexually transmitted diseases (STDs) also known as sexually transmissible diseases, sexually transmitted infections (STIs) and, infrequently, as venereal diseases (VD) are diseases or infections that have a significant probability of transmission between humans by means of sexual contactvaginal intercourse, oral sex, and/or anal sex.

Until the 1990s, such afflictions were commonly known as venereal diseases: Veneris is the Latin genitive (possessive) form of the name Venus, the Roman goddess of love. More recently, public health officials introduced newer terms such as sexually transmitted disease in efforts to improve the clarity of their warnings to the public.

The term sexually transmitted disease remains in common use; however, clinicians are increasingly using the term sexually transmitted infection and sometimes distinguish the two

Sometimes the terms STI and STD are used interchangeably. This can be confusing and not always accurate, so it helps first to understand the difference between infection and disease. Infection simply means that a germ virus, bacteria, or parasite that can cause disease or sickness is present inside a persons body. An infected person does not necessarily have any symptoms or signs that the virus or bacteria is actually hurting their [sic] body (they do not necessarily feel sick). A disease means that the infection is actually causing the infected person to feel sick, or to notice something is wrong. For this reason, the term STI which refers to infection with any germ that can cause an STD, even if the infected person has no symptoms is a much broader term than STD.

The distinction being made, however, is closer to that between a colonization and an infection, rather than between an infection and a disease.

Specifically, the term STD refers only to infections that are causing symptoms or problems. Because most of the time people do not know that they are infected with an STD until they start showing symptoms of disease, most people use the term STD, even though the term STI is also appropriate in many cases.

Moreover, the term sexually transmissible disease is sometimes used since it is less restrictive in consideration of other factors or means of transmission. For instance, meningitis is transmissible by means of sexual contact but is not labeled as an STI because sexual contact is not the primary vector for the pathogens that cause meningitis. This discrepency is addressed by the probability of infection by means other than sexual contact. In general, an STI is an infection that has a negligible probability of transmission by means other than sexual contact, but has a realistic means of transmission by sexual contact (more sophisticated meansblood transfusion, sharing of hypodermic needlesare not taken into account). Thus, one may presume that, if a person is infected with an STI (e.g., chlamydia, gonorrhea, genital herpes), it was transmitted to him/her by means of sexual contact.

Humans are more susceptible to transmission of infection by means of sexual contact for two main reasons: The penis and vulva contain mucous membranes. Mucous membranes differ from skin in that pathogens (viruses or bacteria) can easily gain entry into the human body. When both factors are considered, the probability of transmission of infection is far higher than by other means of transmission (non-sexual contacttouch, sharing cutlery, shaking hands).

Depending on the STD, a person may or may not still be able to spread the infection if no signs of disease are present. For example, a person is much more likely to spread herpes infection when blisters are present (STD) than when they are absent (STI). However, a person can spread HIV infection (STI) at any time, even if he/she has not developed symptoms of AIDS (STD).

All sexual behaviors that involve contact with another person or the bodily fluids of another person should be considered to contain some risk of transmission of sexually transmitted diseases. Most attention has focused on controlling HIV, which causes AIDS, but each STD presents a different situation.

As may be noted from the name, sexually transmitted diseases are transmitted from one person to another by certain sexual activities rather than being actually caused by those sexual activities. Bacteria, fungi, protozoa or viruses are still the causative agents. It is not possible to catch any sexually transmitted disease from a sexual activity with a person who is not carrying a disease; conversely, a person who has an STD got it from contact (sexual or otherwise) with someone who had it, or his/her bodily fluids.

Although the likelihood of transmitting various diseases by various sexual activities varies a great deal, in general, all sexual activities between two (or more) people should be considered as being a two-way route for the transmission of STDs (i.e. "giving" or "receiving" are both risky).

Healthcare professionals suggest safer sex, such as the use of condoms, as the most reliable way of decreasing the risk of contracting sexually transmitted diseases during sexual activity, but safer sex should by no means be considered an absolute safeguard. Abstinence from sexual activities involving other people will protect against sexual transmission of sexually transmitted infections; however, it must be noted that STDs can also be transmitted through other activities involving transfer of and exposure to bodily fluids, such as blood transfusions and other blood products, sharing injection needles, needle-stick injuries (when medical staff are inadvertently jabbed or pricked with needles during medical procedures), sharing tattoo needles, and childbirth. These means of transmission make certain groups, such as doctors, haemophiliacs and drug users, particularly at risk.

Recent epidemiological studies have investigated the networks that are defined by sexual relationships between individuals, and discovered that the properties of sexual networks are crucial to the spread of sexually transmitted diseases. In particular, assortative mixing between people with large numbers of sexual partners seems to be an important factor.

Since prostitutes tend to have large numbers of sexual partners, prostitution without the use of safer-sex precautions has often been associated with the spread of sexually transmitted diseases. Some travellers such as truck drivers and sailors also often have high numbers of sexual partners (often prostitutes). However, sexually transmitted diseases are potentially transmitted in any form of sexual relationship, so it is important that all members of the community that are engaged in sexual relationships use safer-sex precautions, regardless of the nature of their relationships.

It is possible to be an asymptomatic carrier of sexually transmitted diseases. In particular, sexually transmitted diseases in women often cause the serious condition of pelvic inflammatory disease.


Sexually transmitted diseases have been well-known for hundreds of years the English language has short words for two of the most common: the "pox" (syphilis) and "the clap" (gonorrhea).

Prior to the invention of modern medicines, sexually transmitted diseases were generally incurable, and treatment was limited to treating the symptoms of the disease. The first venereal diseases clinic opened on January 31, 1747 at London Lock Hospital.

The first effective treatment for a sexually transmitted disease was salvarsan, a treatment for syphilis. With the discovery of antibiotics, a large number of sexually transmitted diseases became easily curable, and this, combined with effective public health campaigns against STDs, led to a public perception during the 1960s and 1970s that they had ceased to be a serious medical threat.

During this period, the importance of contact tracing in treating STIs was recognized. By tracing the sexual partners of infected individuals, testing them for infection, treating the infected and tracing their contacts in turn, STI clinics could be very effective at suppressing infections in the general population.

In the 1980s, first genital herpes and then AIDS emerged into the public consciousness as sexually transmitted diseases that could not be cured by modern medicine. AIDS in particular has an asymptomatic period, which allowed the disease to be spread to others, followed by a symptomatic period, which leads rapidly to death unless treated. Recognition that AIDS threatened a global pandemic led to public information campaigns and the development of treatments that allow AIDS to be managed by suppressing the HIV virus for as long as possible. Contact tracing continues to be an important measure, even when diseases are incurable, as it helps to contain infection

Note: All of the diseases on this list can be transmitted sexually. Some of the diseases on this list are commonly transmitted in other ways besides sexually; for example, HIV/AIDS is also commonly transmitted through the sharing of infected needles by drug users, and candidiasis while it can be sexually transmitted, is very often not associated with sexual activity.

The Adult Industry Medical Health Care Foundation administered voluntary tests to a group consisting primarily of adult film workers. Of 483 people tested between October 2001 and March 2002 about 40ad at least one disease. Nearly 17ested positive for chlamydia, 13r gonorrhea and 10r hepatitis b and / or hepatitis c.

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taoist sex
10:17AM on January 18, 2009

Certain schools of Taoist practitioners in China have researched a number of specific sexual practices over many centuries of applied study. The main goal of these exercises is to utilize the physiological energies of the sexual reproductive drive, known as jing, for the benefits of health, longevity, and spiritual development. Taoism is a diverse philosophy, and not all Taoists study these practices.

Although some exercises and principles are the same for both men and women, there are fundamentally different practices for both. According to Taoist tradition women are mostly yin, whereas men are yang. Both men's and women's practices focus on the conservation of jing, which is seen by them as a component of original birth qi. These sexual practices are regarded as a sub-class of the many and varied practices of qigong.

Deer Exercise

The muscles of the pelvic floor are contracted, pulled upward and in towards the body. This practice is done by both men and women (Dr. Arnold Kegel recommends a very similar practice specifically for women known as kegel exercises). Some Taoists contend that prolapse of the anus causes premature aging, and by therefore toning and tightening this muscle, one can remain youthful. This exercise is named Deer Exercise because the Taoists are said to have observed that deer would regularly do so.
There are two main variations of the Deer Exercise:

1. The muscles are pulled and held for as long as possible.
2. The muscles are flexed and released repeatedly for a specific count, often repeated after a short pause between sets.


Jade Eggs (also known as Vaginal Weight Lifting)

An egg-shaped smooth jade ball (with a loop at the bottom) is inserted into a woman's vagina as she is in standing position. The loop on the bottom is used to suspend progressively more weight as the woman's pubococcygeus muscles strengthen.

Male Control of Ejaculation

Many Taoist practitioners link the loss of ejaculatory fluids to the loss of vital life force, where excessive fluid loss results in premature aging, disease, and general fatigue. The more extreme Taoists contend that one should never ejaculate, where others provide a specific formula to determine the maximum amount of regular ejaculations. The general idea is to limit the loss of fluids as much as possible to the level of your desired practice. Although increased performance for men is one of the direct benefits of this practice, many Taoists agree that this should not be the ultimate goal in practice or the maximum benefits of spiritual development will not be received.

There are different methods to control ejaculation prescribed by the Taoists. The most simple being not to allow oneself to reach "the point of no return." This can result in blue balls or other uncomfortable and frustrating situations unless certain techniques are followed to help recirculate the blood and semen from those areas. The most common are to gently massage the testicles and surrounding areas, to breathe deeply into the abdomen in a specific way, and/or to do a headstand or some other form of inversion in which the genitals are raised above the torso. Regardless of which method one practices, many Taoists agree that these practices are helpful after sexual stimulation in all cases.

One method is to push on the Million Dollar Point immediately before ejaculation. This point is located directly between the scrotum and the anus, where the urethra passes close to the surface of the skin. By using the middle three fingers of the left hand, one reaches to their perineum (or their partner's) and applies mild pressure to block the passage of semen through the urethra during orgasm. This is generally considered as a means to an end to reach the level of practice where, through the development of proper muscle control, one no longer needs to use the "Million Dollar Point".

Through the strengthening of the pelvic floor muscles, a man can learn to withhold ejaculation and orgasm indefinitely. At this point, one can even orgasm fully without any fluid loss. Men who have reached the highest levels of practice can maintain an orgasmic state for a duration much longer than the unpracticed male, and can orgasm multiple times in a row without a refractory period.

There is little evidence to support the health claims of this practice. The debate is somewhat controversial because of the lack of proper research. The opponents to these practices claim that they may be unhealthy (particularly the use of the Million Dollar Point) -- either inherently and especially if done incorrectly. One criticism is the occurrence of retrograde ejaculation, where the ejaculatory fluids actually end up in the urinary bladder, to be urinated out shortly after the erection subsides. Although the health risks associated with retrograde ejaculation are rare, it is improper practice if nothing else and can be easily avoided and identified (to test for retrograde ejaculation: check urine after orgasm by urinating in a clear cup, any cloudiness may indicate the presence of semen and indicate retrograde ejaculation). Another claim against the practice of withholding ejaculation is that the pressure from the force of ejaculation (the contractions of the prostate gland), can actually cause damage to the urethra, vas deferens, or other parts of the reproductive system by sudden force against the valves designed to be one way. Both of these claims have little research to back them, as do the claims of the Taoists. The Taoists use experience as the grounds of their research, with their practices evolving over generations of practioners. Western culture in general overlooks subjective data because it is not repeatable or controllable. There are significant benefits to recognizing experiential data, and significant flaws as well. More controlled studies are needed on the subject to support or provide evidence against the Taoists' health claims about this practice.

Advice from the Masters:

A man should learn to control his ejaculation. To be greedy for feminine beauty and emit beyond one's vigor injures every vein, nerve, and organ in the body, and gives rise to every illness. Correct practice of sexual intercourse can cure every ailment and at the same time open the doors to Liberation. -- Yang Sheng Yao Chi

The way to make the semen return, to thereby nourish the brain, is as follows. When a man feels that he is about to ejaculate, he should firmly press the place between the scrotum and anus with the fore and middle fingers of his left hand, at the same time inhaling deeply and gnashing the teeth, without holding the breath. This practice will cause the semen to be activated but not ejaculated. It will instead return from the Jade Stalk, ascend, and stimulate the brain. This method was taught by Lu the Immortal, but he ordered his disciples to swear an oath that they would not divulge this potent secret to the uninitiated. -- Classic of the Immortals

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Nyotaimori
10:15AM on January 18, 2009

Nyotaimori (Japanese: "female body presentation"), often referred to as "body sushi", is the practice of eating sashimi or sushi from the body of a woman, typically nude, for the purpose of sexual excitement. As a result of being served on a human body, the temperature of the sushi or sashimi comes closer to body temperature, which some may see as a downside or a benefit. Since fish can spoil easily.

The practice is, in fact, not in any way common in Japan and generally associated with prostitution and the infamous Japanese mafia known as the Yakuza. Western media reporting of the phenomenon severely misrepresents this to the point that it is perceived in Japan as a European fad.

Even less common, but not unheard of, is the practice of using a male model for the same purpose, this would be called, nantaimori.

Another variation of nyotaimori is the "bondage sushi bar", which can be found in some BDSM conventions and play parties in Europe. In this variation, the woman acting as a living sushi plate is tied up to hinder movement or prevent it altogether

Before becoming a living sushi plate, the woman is trained to lie down for hours without moving. She must also be able to withstand the prolonged exposure to the cold food. Her body hair, including pubic hair, would also be shaved.

Before service, the woman would take a bath using a special fragrance-free soap and then finish off with a splash of cold water to cool the body down somewhat for the sushi.

In some countries, in order to comply with sanitation laws, there must be a layer of plastic or other material between the sushi and the body of the woman or man.

Similar to Nyotaimori (eating sushi off of a woman's body), and similarly uncommon. Wakame sake is a sexual act involving drinking alcohol from a woman's body. The woman closes her legs tight enough that the triangle between the thighs and Mound of Venus form a cup, and then pours sake down her chest into this triangle. Her partner then drinks the sake from there. The name comes from the idea that the woman's pubic hair in the sake resembles soft seaweed (wakame) floating in the sea.

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is this love?
9:53AM on January 18, 2009

Many times, people use the word "love" but do not understand what it means. They will say "I love this car" or "I love these shoes", but that isn't love. You don't love those things -- you "want" or "like" them or enjoy possessing them. You want to own them or else you wish guard it possesively. True Love is a gift. It is not something you buy or sell. it is not something that should be taken lightly nor should it be taken for granted. it is a gift from the heart. it is not something that is hoarded. It is the sweetest and most precious of things one person can give another other than life existance


Sometimes a person might say "I love this girl/boy", but in actuality they mean "I want this girl/boy". Many of the things in this world -- money, material power, people -- you might want them to belong to you, but that isn't True Love. You don't love those things -- you love the idea of ownership of those things. You love what you think ownership will mean to you. Perhaps having that car means freedom ... or security ... or some other emotional state ... but ultimately it is just a desire for whatever that "thing" means to you. Do you love the girl/boy or do you love what being with that person means to you? True Love is a gift given to others. Other than the giving of or the giving up of a life it is the greatest gift. There is no sacrifice with True Love. Their happiness brings about your own happiness. It is important to be clear on the differences in True Love versus desire for ownership. It is also important to understand that True Love and romantic love are different things too. Sometimes they are coupled together, but you can have one without the other.


When True love and material desire are against each other, True Love will always win. For example, if you truly love someone, and they would like something that you own, you will gladly give it to them. True love has no ownership ... it has no self ... no personal desire ... it is only given as a gift with no expectation or anticipation of any form of return. It is not something you want for yourself. There are no attachments, and with no attachments, there is no pain. If your girlfriend or boyfriend leaves you and you have True Love for them, you want only what makes them happy, even if it's not in your personal best interests. Attachments to your best interests aren't as important to you as their happiness. You are happy if they break up with you if it will make them happier. If you just have the love of attachment, or just have romantic love without True Love, then that loss hurts because you are thinking of your own personal loss of ownership or attachment with that person. True love is obviously not as common in today's world. Not there is absolutely no pain in True Love although that is the goal. It is just that the pain comes and goes like the wind and it is not dwelled upon for the love you have for that other person is so great that not even this disappointment...this pain of loss...cannot bring it down. True Love is like the everalasting Tao. It is forever and for always regardless of any circumstance.


Some people innocently mistake True Love for "Like" and feel it is interchangable with that word or words like desire, lust and so on. A person might love their clothes ... or might love practicing martial arts ... but if their True Love says "I want you to stop those things and move with me to New York" then you will stop them and move. In Buddhist thought, the highest level of Love is selfless unconditional giving. That is why Buddhists meditate -- to understand themselves. It is their hope that, through understanding themselves, they will understand the truth of their life. They will see that nothing in this world is truly ours and that ownership is simply an illusion of the mind. In understanding the impermanence of things, they divorce themselves from attachments, perspectives and postition -- they can achieve "wu ji", or neutrality. Seeing through the illusion of ownership allows you to give, unconditionally, of yourself to others, and to demonstrate the qualities of True Love. And so I myself am still working on it and moving on.
 

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words
8:32AM on January 18, 2009


It is often said that definitions state the meaning of words. This is true, "words" do mean something, but it is not entirely exact. A word is merely a symbol used to represent a concept; a word has no meaning other than that of the concept it symbolizes.

In today's world people too often say one thing and mean another. Sometimes, intentionally, more often and more damaging, unintentionally. The practice of it has spawned ignorance and created myriad scapegoats for people who are always saying, "No, that's not what I said, you must have misunderstood me". There is a real easy way to circumvent this type of behavior. Know your shit. Know what you mean and what they mean - know what everyone means. Become an interpreter for others, so everyone understands exactly - faultlessly - where everyone stands, most importantly, you. There is no greater power than that of The Word.

A good rule of thumb is to buy a cheap dictionary - and use it! Whether you're reading a newspaper, magazine or even listening to a television or radio program and you hear a word you don't understand the meaning of - look it up! There is a great satisfaction you will get from learning the literal meanings of words in the English language - your language!

The words that follow are in no particular order or categorization . Maybe as the list lengthens, doing so will be justified...for now - what is will do. Besides, all words are important! Every once in a while, I'll enter some more for those who do want continuing edification. I think you'll see that even the most common words are regularly mis-used. Remember, living your life requires "precision in decision" - knowing your words guarantees it!

warrior (n.) - 1. One engaged or experienced in struggle; in battle. 2. One confronting challenge.

battle (n.) (v.) - 1. An encounter between opposing forces. 2. A protracted struggle. 3. An intense competition.

challenge (n.) (v.) - 1. A call to engage in a contest, fight, or competition. 2. A demand for an explanation. 3. A formal objection. 4. To invite with defiance; dare.

egoism (n.) - The belief that self-interest is the just and proper motive for all human conduct.

individualism (n.) - Belief in the primary importance of the individual and personal independence.

individualist (n.) - A person of independent thought and action.

word (n.) - 1. A meaningful sound or combination of sounds, or it's representation in writing. 2. Something said; a remark or comment. 3. (v.) To express in words.

literal (adj.) - 1. Conforming or limited to the simplest, nonfigurative, or most obvious meaning of a word or words. 2.Word for word; verbatim: a literal translation. 3. Avoiding exaggeration or embellishment; prosaic.

embellishment (n.); embellish (v.) - 1. To make beautiful, as by ornamentation; decorate. 2. To add fictitious details to.

prosaic (adj.) - 1. Matter-of-fact; straightforward. 2. Lacking in imagination and spirit; dull.

opinion (n.) - 1. A belief or conclusion held with confidence but not substantiated by proof. 2. A judgment based on special knowledge. 3. A judgment or estimation.

belief (n.) - 1. Trust or confidence. 2. A firmly held conviction or opinion. 3. Something believed or accepted as true.

believe (v.) - 1. To accept as true or real. 2. To credit with veracity. 3. To have confidence. 4. To expect or suppose; think. 5. To have firm faith in.

veracity (n.) - 1. Adherence to the truth; truthfulness. 2. Conformity to fact or truth; accuracy. 3. Something that is true.

always (adv.) - 1. At all times. 2.For all time; forever. 3. At any time; in any event.

moral(s) (n.) (adj.) - 1.Of or concerned with the judgment or instruction of goodness or badness of character and behavior. 2. Conforming to established standards of good behavior.

ethic(s) (n.) - 1.A principle of right or good conduct or a body of such principles. 2. A system of moral principles or values. 3. The study of the general nature of morals and of specific moral choices.

virtue (n.) - 1.Moral excellence and righteousness; goodness. 2. An example or kind of moral excellence.

commit (v.); commitment - (n.) - 1. To do , perform, or perpetrate 2. to consign; entrust. 3. To pledge or obligate (oneself).

discipline (n.) - 1. Training expected to produce a specific character or pattern of behavior. 2. Controlled behavior from such training. 3. A state of order based on submission to rules and authority. 4. A set of rules or methods.

methodology (n.) - 1. A body of practices, procedures, and rules used in a discipline. 2. Orderly arrangement of parts or steps to accomplish an end.

objective (adj.); objectivity (n.) - 1. Of or having to do with a material object. 2. Having actual existence. 3. Uninfluenced by emotions or personal prejudices. 4. Based on observable phenomena 5. Something worked for or strived for.

subjective (adj.); subjectivity (n.) - 1. Proceeding from or taking place within a person's mind such as to be unaffected by the external world. 2. Particular to a given person; personal.

rational (adj.); rationality (n.) - 1.Having or exercising the ability of reason. 2. Of sound mind; sane. 3. Consistent with or based on reason.

cynosure (n.) - A focal point of attention and admiration.

insolent (adj.) - Disrespectfully arrogant; impertinent.

impertinent (adj.) - 1. Imprudent; insolent. 2. Not pertinent.

reason (n.) (v.) - 1. The basis or motive for an action, decision, or conviction. 2. An underlying fact or cause that provides logical sense for a premise or occurrence. 3. The capacity for logical, rational and analytical thought. 4. A normal mental state; sanity. - (v.) - 1. To use the faculty of reason; think logically. 2. To talk or argue logically or persuasively. 3. To determine or conclude by logical thinking.

logic (n.); logical (adj.) - 1. The study of the principles of reasoning. 2. Valid reasoning, esp.as distinguished from invalid or irrational argumentation.

valid (adj.) - 1. Founded on evidence or fact; sound. 2. Having legal force; effective.

premise (n.) - 1. A proposition upon which an argument is based or from which a conclusion is drawn.

proposition (n.) - 1. A plan suggested for acceptance; proposal. 2. A matter to be dealt with; task. 3. A subject for discussion or analysis.

existentialism (n.) - A philosophy that emphasizes the uniqueness and isolation of the individual in a hostile or indifferent universe.

metaphysics (n.) - The branch of philosophy that examines the nature of reality and the relationship between mind and matter.

epistemology (n.) - The branch of philosophy that studies the nature and theory of knowledge. -to understand.

semantic(s) (n.) - The study of; relating to the meaning in language.

pragmatism (n.) pragmatic (adj.) - A practical, matter-of-fact way of approaching or assessing situations or of solving problems. 2. Concerned with facts or actual events; practical.

quest (n.) - 1. The act or an instance of seeking; search. 2. To search or seek.

progenitor (n.) - 1. A direct ancestor. 2. An originator of a line or descent. 3. An originator; founder.

magnum opus (n.) - The greatest single work of an artist, writer or composer.

desultory (adj.) - Without a plan or purpose; disconnected, random.

diffident (adj.) - Lacking self-confidence; timid.

autodidact (n.) - One who is self-taught.

hyperbole (n.) - A figure of speech in which exaggeration is used for emphasis or effect.

venality (adj.)(n.) - 1.open to, marked by or susceptible to bribery. 2. Corrupt or corruptible.

exigency (n.) - 1. A pressing or urgent situation. 2. Urgent requirements.

maverick (n.) - A non-conformist; a rebel.

paradigm (n.) - 1. An example of that serves as a pattern or a model.

repudiate (v.) - 1.To reject the validity of. 2. To refuse to recognize, acknowledge or pay.

intrepid (adj.) - 1. Resolutely courageous; fearless.

reprobate (n.) - A morally undisciplined person.

tacit (adj.) - 1. Not spoken. 2.Implied by or inferred from actions or statements.

prevaricate (v.) - 1. To stray or evade from the truth.

inertia (n.) - 1. The tendency of the body to remain at rest or stay in motion unless acted upon by an outside force. 2. Resistance to motion, action or change.

co..adj.) - Of or originating or existing during the same time period or time.

bravura (n.) - 1. Brilliant technique, style or performance. 2. A showy manner or display.

mein (n.) - Bearing or manner; appearance.

astute (adj.) - Having or showing keen judgment; shrewd.

incorrigible (adj.) - Incapable of being corrected or reformed.

redound (v.) - 1. To have an effect or consequence. 2. To contribute or accrue.

incorporeal (adj.) - Lacking material form or substance.

standard (n.) - 1.An acknowledged basis for comparing or measuring; criterion. 2. A degree or level of requirement, excellence or attainment.

criterion (n.) - A standard or test on which a judgment can be based.

attain (v.); attainment (n.) - 1. To accomplish; achieve. 2. To arrive at.

quid pro quo (n.) - An equal exchange or substitution.

creed (n.) - A formal statement of belief.

ethos (n.) - The character or values peculiar to a specific person, people, culture or movement.

hypocrisy (n.) - The professing of beliefs or virtues one does not possess.

hypocrite (n.) - A person given (acting) to hypocrisy.

intuition (n.); intuitive (adj.) - The faculty of knowing (as if) by instinct without conscious reasoning. 2. A perception based on this faculty. 3.Sharp insight; impression.

sage (n.) - A venerated, wise person.

venerable (adj.); venerate (v.) - 1. Commanding respect by virtue of age, dignity, or position. 2. Worthy of reverence. (v.) - To regard with respect or reverence.

aberration (n.) - 1. A deviation from the normal, proper, or expected course. 2. A defect of foke.

volition (n.) - 1. The act of making a conscious choice or decision. 2. A conscious choice or decision. 3. The power or faculty of choosing; will.

destiny (n.) - 1. One's own inevitable, inescapable fate. 2. A predetermined course of events. 3. The power or agency thought to predetermine events.

fate (n.) - 1. The supposed force or power that determines events. 2. A final result; outcome.

preeminent (adj.) - Superior to all others; outstanding.

luminary (n.) - A notable person in a specific field; celebrity.

charlatan (n.) - A person who makes elaborate and fraudulent claims to skill or knowledge.

draconian (adj.) - Exceedingly harsh; very severe.

renown (n.) - Widespread honor and acclaim; fame.

subterfuge (n.) - A deceptive stratagem or device.

pseudo (pref.) - False; deceptive.

quasi (adj.) - Having a likeness to something; resembling.

redoubtable (adj.) - 1. Arousing fear or awe; formidable. 2. Worthy of respect or honor.

ostracize (v.) - To banish or exclude from a group.

feckless (adj.) - 1. Lacking purpose or vitality; ineffective. 2. Careless; irresponsible.

antipathy (n.) - 1. A strong aversion or repugnance. 2. An object aversion.

impediment (n.) - Something that impedes; hindrance or obstruction.

impede (v.) - To retard or obstruct the progress of.

contrarian (n.) - An investor who makes decisions that contradict prevailing wisdom.

relegate (v.) - 1. To assign to an obscure place or position. 2. To assign to a category; classify. 3. To refer or assign for decision or action.

emend (v.) - To improve by editing.

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philosophy
6:20AM on January 18, 2009

“In the first place, we should insist that if the immigrant who comes here in good faith becomes an American and assimilates himself to us, he shall be treated on an exact equality with everyone else, for it is an outrage to discriminate against any such man because of creed, birthplace, or origin. But this is predicated upon the person’s becoming in every facet an American, and nothing but an American…There can be no divided allegiance here. Any man who says he is an American, but something else also, isn’t an American at all. We have room for but one flag, the American flag…We have room for but one language here, and that is the English language… and we have room for but one sole loyalty and that is a loyalty to the American people.” ~ President Theodore Roosevelt

"The ultimate aim of Karate lies not in victory or defeat, but in the perfection of the character of the participant" - Gichin Funakoshi, Founder/Grandmaster Shotokan-ryu and father of modern karate.

"All that we are is the result of what we have thought. The mind is everything. What we think, we become" - - - the Buddha

The real test of a hero is knowing when the greater good will be served by an evil act. To save the Earth, the cost of one life is the price that must be paid." - Lionel Luthor (John Glover)

"Empty your mind, be formless. Shapeless, like water. If you put water into a cup, it becomes the cup. You put water into a bottle and it becomes the bottle. You put it in a teapot it becomes the teapot. Now, water can flow or it can crash. Be water my friend."
-Bruce Lee

"People call me all kinds of things, including four letter words. I respond to all of them. When I walk into a room some people see a dog, some people see a cow; I am all of what they see, it is their perception. But I do believe that buddha nature is in all of us, even in a mangy dog lying in the gutter with fleas. That dog is Buddha to me. People can call me anything they want, I respond to anything." --Steven Seagal

"All authority, by its nature, should be questioned" -- TROY

"Luminous beings are we, not this crude matter." -- Yoda

"Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, it's about learning to dance in the rain."

All battles are battles of the spirit. Fear is your ally. It makes your heart beat faster. It makes your responses quicker. Your movements sure. Sometimes fighting on will destroy you. Remember you must yield to succeed. When your opponent is strong, make him weak. If he is determined, make him pause. If you yield, you will succeed. Let your opponent point to you the way to overcome him.

A man who has no skills can be taught, a man who has no honor has nothing. You must guard your honor. It isthe most precious possession that you will ever have. The one thing that cannot be taken away from you forcibly.

Your training partner is your teacher. Your Sifu/Sensei is your teacher. Your eye and ears as well as all of your other senses are your teacher. Learn from them.

"Me? I'm dishonest. And a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest. Honestly. It's the honest ones you want to watch out for, because you can never predict when they're going to do something incredibly stupid."
— The unpredictable Captain Jack Sparrow (Johnny Depp)

"Struggle is the perpetual food of the soul, and it knows well enough how to extract the sweetness from it." --F. Nietzsche.

If we want to change something in this world, we should change our negative thoughts, bad habits and negative attitude. When we change, the world changes.

Love is not sex. Love is a powerful energy and gift which is only felt in the heart.

Do not dwell in the past what you have lost. Focus on what is left and where you are now in the present, where you have to go and what is the ultimate goal in life.

Life is very short. Each year, each day and each moment is very precious. Time is life and time is one brief micro-moment of an interlude of eternity. Enjoy each breath and moment everyday. Wasting time is wasting one's life. Start a new life now. Change your old perceptions, patterns and habits and start to see the days and world differently.

Kindness in words creates confidence, kindness in thinking creates profoundness, kindness in feeling creates love.

Remember, don't waste time comparing your life to others who seem more fortunate. Being fortunate is based on how much peace you have, not how many luxuries or conveniences you have. Practice from the heart to make peace with what is, then life gives you more help to change things for the better.

When we learn to manage our emotions long enough to stop and shift our attention to the quieter message of the heart, we can gain a wider perspective on any situation, often saving ourselves from hurt, frustration and pain.

Vision is not enough, it must be combined with venture. It is not enough to stare up the steps, we must step up the stairs.

Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could; some blunders and absurdities have crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; you shall begin it serenely, and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your own nonsense.

You have to trust in something - your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever - because beleiving that the dots will connect down the road, will give you the confidence to follow your heart, even when it leads you off the well worn path, and that will make all the difference.

"Divide and rule, a sound motto. Unite and lead, a better one." Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

"revenge is a dish that is best served cold." -- Les Liaisons dangereuses (Dangerous Liaisons), by Pierre Choderlos de Laclos (18th century)

"No bastard ever won a war by dying for his country. He won it by making the other poor dumb bastard die for his country" -- George S. Patton Jr., General - US Army

"I believe that each individual is naturally entitled to do as he pleases with himself and the fruits of his labor, so far as it no way interferes with any other man's rights; that each community, as a state, has a right to do exactly as it pleases with all the concerns within the State that interfere with no other State ." -- Abraham Lincoln

"Sometimes one must cut off a finger to save a hand" - Master Po

"I'm sick of answering this fucking question. I'm a Republican only as far as I want a smaller government, I want less government intrusion. I want them to stop shitting on my money and your money and tax dollars that we give 50 percent of... every year. I want them to be fiscally responsible and I want these goddamn lobbyists out of Washington. Do that and I'll say I'm a Republican... I hate the government, OK? I'm apolitical. Write that down. I'm not a Republican". -- Bruce Willis

I believe in economic justice and opportunity. I believe in the ideal of the Four Freedoms: freedom of speech, freedom of worship, freedom from want, and freedom from fear.

"Life brings hope and pain but revenge never brings redemption." -- Christopher Lambert as Conner McCloud "Highlander: End Game"

"Ah, I know what you're thinking, punk. You're thinking, 'Did he fire six shots or only five?' Well, to tell you the truth, I've forgotten myself in all this excitement. But being this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, do ya, punk?" -- Inspector Harry Francis Callahan (Clint Eastwood)


Bushido Shoshinshu

Honour: When a samurai has said that he shall perform an action, it is as good as done. He need not make promises; speaking and doing are one and the same.

Rectitude: A samurai deals openly and honestly with others and cleaves to the ideals of justice. Moral decisions do not come in shades of gray, only right and wrong.

Courage: A samurai never fears to act, but lives life fully and wonderfully. Respect and caution replace fear

Respect: A samurai has no reason to be cruel, and no need to prove his strength. Courtesy distinguishes a samurai from an animal, and reveals one’s true strength

Honesty: A samurai’s conscience is the judge of his honor. The decisions he makes and how he carries them out are a reflection of his true nature..

Loyalty: A samurai feels responsible for his actions and their consequences, and loyal to the people in his care. A samurai’s loyalty to his lord is unquestionable and unquestioning.


"The warrior protects and defends because he realizes the value of others. He knows that they are essential to society and, in his gift of service, recognizes and values theirs... take the extra moment in dark parking lots at night to make sure that a woman gets into her car safely before leaving yourself. Daily involvement in acts such as these are as much a part of training as time spent in the dojo, and indeed should be the reason for that time spent training... When faced with a woman or child in a situation in which they are vulnerable, there are two types of men: those who would offer succor and aid, and those who would prey upon them. And in modern society, there is another loathsome breed who would totally ignore their plight!" -- excerpt of James Williams' article "Virtue of the sword"

I'm going to apply a submission hold, choke him out, make him quit, help him up, send him home -- Royce Gracie, UFC Legend and Jiu Jitsu Master

I'm a person just like you

But I've got better things to do

Than sit around and fuck my head

Hang out with the living dead

Snort white shit up my nose

Pass out at the shows

I don't even think about speed

That's something I just don't need

— Ian MacKaye, "Straight Edge


Life is not about how many breaths we take, Its about what takes our breath away!!

"Our democracy must be not only the envy of the world but the engine of our own renewal. There is nothing wrong with America that cannot be cured by what is right with America." - President William Jefferson Clinton

"To destroy this invisible Government, to dissolve the unholy alliance between corrupt business and corrupt politics is the first task of the statesmanship of the day." -- President Theodore "Teddy" Roosevelt, Jr. (October 27, 1858 – January 6, 1919

Each of us must cast our own shadow. We learn nothing if we are prevented from facing the demons sent to challenge us to know.

Truth is clarity in darkness. Fear and mistrust cloud honor and reason. Sometimes to achieve enlightenment, one must embrace adversity

In war, as in life, there is a wrong way and a right way to compete. Avoid danger and greed. Embrace concentration and awareness. And when it becomes inevitable - let go

"My personal opinion would simply be that one could always look to pay more attention to the spiritual side of the martial arts than the physical side. I think that is probably an area that initially attracts most people to the martial arts. The majority of people that seem to want to ask me questions about the martial arts, the questions seem to center on this vague interest they have in the "spirituality of the martial arts", but they don't seem to really know what they're talking about. It's some kind of vague interest where they say "Isn't there some kind of whole spiritual side to that thing?" But I'm not sure they really know what they are talking about. You know, the martial arts is a pursuit that, in my mind, is very capable of providing some deep and lasting spiritual experiences to a person, if that person is open to them. When you move down the road towards the mastery of the martial arts and, you know, you are constantly moving down that road, you end up coming up against these barriers inside yourself that will attempt to stop you from continuing to pursue the mastery of the martial arts. And these barriers are such things as when you come up against your own limitations, when you come up against the limitations of your will, your ability, your natural ability, your courage, how you deal with success - and failure as well, for that matter. And as you overcome each one of these barriers, you end up learning something about yourself. And, sometimes, the things you learn about yourself can, to the individual, seem to convey a certain spiritual sense along with them. Not only a self-knowledge, but through knowledge of self, a knowledge of others as well." ---- Brandon Bruce Lee

"What happens in a man's life is already written. A man must move through life as his destiny wills. Yet each man is free to live as he chooses. Though they seem opposite, both are true - old Buddhist saying

"To hit a target... is to exercise the inner strength. Indeed there are two kinds of strengths. The outer strength is obvious: it fades with age and succumbs to sickness. Then there is the ch'i, the inner strength. Everyone possesses it, too. But it is indeed much more difficult to develop. The inner strength lasts through every heat and every cold. Through old age and beyond." -Master Kan

"In the Shaolin temple there are three kinds of men: students, disciples and masters. Development of the mind can be achieved only when the body has been disciplined. To accomplish this, the ancients have taught us to imitate God's creatures.... From the crane we learn grace and self-control. The snake teaches us suppleness and rhythmic endurance. The praying mantis teaches us speed and patience. And from the tiger we learn tenacity and power. And from the dragon we learn to ride the wind. All creatures, the low and the high, are one with nature. If we have the wisdom to learn, all may teach us their virtues. Between the fragile beauty of the praying mantis and the fire and passion of the winged dragon, there is no discord. Between the supple silence of the snake and the eagle's claws, there is only harmony. As no two elements of nature are in conflict so when we perceive the ways of nature, we remove conflict within ourselves and discover a harmony of body and mind in accord with the flow of the universe. It may take half a lifetime to master one system." -Master Kan

"Perceive the way of nature and no force of man can harm you. Do not meet force head on: avoid it. You do not have to stop force: it is easier to redirect it. Learn more ways to preserve rather than destroy. Avoid rather than check. Check rather than hurt. Hurt rather than maim. Maim rather than kill. For all life is precious nor can any be replaced." - Master Kan

"Remember always that a wise man walks with his head bowed; humble like the dust." -Master Kan

"I won't be wronged, I won't be insulted, and I won't be laid a hand on. I don't do these things to other people, and I require the same from them." (The Shootist) -- John Wayne

"If a man dwells on the past, then he robs the present. But if a man ignores the past, he may rob the future. The seeds of our destiny are nurtured by the roots of our past" -- Master Po

If ever thou be'st bound in thy scarf and beaten, thou shalt find what it is to be proud of thy bondage. ~ W. Shakespeare

On the surface, all is illusion. Sometimes you must risk all to find the truth beneath

"Fear is the path to the dark side. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering.' -- Yoda

"Fear is the only darkness" - Master Po

"We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the Beautiful Stuff out." ~Ray Bradbury American novelist

"The only reason we don't open our hearts and minds to other people is that they trigger confusion in us that we don't feel brave enough or sane enough to deal with. To the degree that we look clearly and compassionately at ourselves, we feel confident and fearless about looking into someone else's eyes." - - Skye Blue

"When your enemy is weak, you must make him strong. To destroy that enemy, you must first glorify his power."

"The path of the righteous man and defender is beset on all sides by the iniquity of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he, who in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper, and the father of lost children. And I will execute great vengeance upon them with furious anger, who poison and destroy my brothers; and they shall know that I am Chiba the Bodyguard when I shall lay my vengeance upon them!" Ezekial 25:17

On the surface, all is illusion. Sometimes you must risk all to find the truth beneath.

Be carefull of what you carry to your heart. There are some pains that the mind can ignore - but the heart cannot. Those must be embraced and set free.

If one is not carefull, fear will fill your being. It will consume your thoughts, but it can only live and breath as long as you allow it to. When you can embrace it and make it one with your hopes and joys. It will cease to have power over you. Think of fear instead as a your companion, your friend, your ally. If our hands tremble it is because your body responds to your thoughts. Beware of your enemy - who he is, where he is. When you become one with him, your hands will cease to tremble. When you vanquish him. You will no longer be afraid. Embrace hope and it will become a part of your being. Embrace despair and it will become part of your destiny.

The courageous fighter shuns violence. The skillful soldier avoids anger. A mighty warrior will not fight for petty conquests. There is no grace in victory. The one who glorifies it revels in bloodshed, and they are incapable of ruling the world. A wise man accomplished his goals without love of glory, without love of violence. For he who reveres slaughter, will fail in his ambition to rule the world. My victory or defeat, doctrine or dogma - they can only be achieved by the illumination of one’s inner self. In other words, it does not matter who wins or loses.

When you learn to understand your own motive, and the motives of your enemies, then you cannot help but win. If you do not understand your enemy, so you will lose

If you trust yourself, any choice you make will be correct. If you do not trust yourself, anything you do will be wrong.

Every step you take, is a step away from where you used to be.

Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself.

Becoming and being are the yin and yang of our lives. One inner one outer. Today, we value becoming to the exclusion of being; we applaud human becomings. The secret is balance.

It doesn't matter how long we may have been stuck in a sense of our limitations. If we go into a darkened room and turn on the light, it doesn't matter if the room has been dark for a day, a week, or ten thousand years - we turn on the light and it is illuminated. Once we control our capacity for love and happiness, the light has been turned on.

Kindness in words creates confidence, kindness in thinking creates profoundness, kindness in feeling creates love.

Remember, don't waste time comparing your life to others who seem more fortunate. Being fortunate is based on how much peace you have, not how many luxuries or conveniences you have. Practice from the heart to make peace with what is, then life gives you more help to change things for the better.


When we learn to manage our emotions long enough to stop and shift our attention to the quieter message of the heart, we can gain a wider perspective on any situation, often saving ourselves from hurt, frustration and pain.

Vision is not enough, it must be combined with venture. It is not enough to stare up the steps, we must step up the stairs.

Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could; some blunders and absurdities have crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; you shall begin it serenely, and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your own nonsense.

You have to trust in something - your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever - because beleiving that the dots will connect down the road, will give you the confidence to follow your heart, even when it leads you off the well worn path, and that will make all the difference.

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watching the wheels by john lennon
8:24PM on January 15, 2009

Watching The Wheels by John Lennon

People say Im crazy doing what Im doing
Well they give me all kinds of warnings to save me from ruin
When I say that Im o.k. well they look at me kind of strange
Surely youre not happy now you no longer play the game

People say Im lazy dreaming my life away
Well they give me all kinds of advice designed to enlighten me
When I tell them that Im doing fine watching shadows on the wall
Dont you miss the big time boy youre no longer on the ball

Im just sitting here watching the wheels go round and round
I really love to watch them roll
No longer riding on the merry-go-round
I just had to let it go

Ah, people asking questions lost in confusion
Well I tell them theres no problem, only solutions
Well they shake their heads and they look at me as if Ive lost my mind
I tell them theres no hurry
Im just sitting here doing time

Im just sitting here watching the wheels go round and round
I really love to watch them roll
No longer riding on the merry-go-round
I just had to let it go
I just had to let it go
I just had to let it go



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Pleasure or Pain
4:17PM on January 15, 2009

Cassie nodded, lifting her head to look at him. Their eyes met for a moment, and he smiled in gentle comfort, holding out his hand. The motion gave Cassie the momentum she needed. Rising from her place on the floor in front of his chair, she stepped forward, her own hand stretching out.

In reply, he rose from his chair, grasping her hand in his. Together they walked through the house, one of his hands resting lightly on Cassie's back, the other holding one of hers. The door to the den opened easily when Cassie pushed her free hand against it, and the couple stepped into the room, letting the door swing shut behind them. The comforts of this room were different from the rest of the house. The couple favored hardwood and tile floors, large open glass areas to fill the rooms with sun, and sunny white walls and ceilings. Furniture was lightweight and scattered sparsely through the rooms, leaving large open areas. Here, though, everything was different. The carpet was plush and deep, the walls lined with bookshelves and filled with heavy tomes. The one window was covered with heavy drapes, which were open or closed as desire and sentiment dictated. The furniture was heavy, with thick upholstery and plump stuffing. Most astonishing, though, was the ceiling, for it was paneled in square tiles of mirror, reflecting all the room's activity down on its occupants.

He led Cassie to the side of an overstuffed armchair, leaving her there while he moved to a wall cabinet. " Go ahead and bend over, my little one," he instructed. " Hide your eyes in the seat cushion if you want."

Cassie trembled, looking at the cushioned arm. She knew well the position she was to take, having experienced it many times before. Somehow, though, each time seemed a new experience. Cautiously, she bent at the waist, her hands pressing into the cushion and her hips resting against the firm piece. As she knew he expected, her legs spread slightly, almost discreetly, and her hands crept across the chair to grip the other arm. The height of the chair required that she stay on tiptoes to hold her position, or let her feet dangle off the floor. For the moment, she chose the tiptoes option, feeling the odd need for physical support. Her head rested on the other arm, and she held onto it with her fingers as well. Trembling, she waited, listening as he rustled in the room, finding various objects he had hidden there.

Finally he stood behind her. Instinctively, Cassie knew he was perusing her fanny, considering the angle it was tilted up to him, the tightness of the fabric that covered it, the arch of her back as she propped it up. Almost unconsciously, she tilted her head to the side, looking up at just the right angle so that she could see his face reflected in the mirrors above. The look there was both disheartening and thrilling, for the mix of desire and love on his face usually meant a long, painful, and erotic evening for her.

He must have sensed her movement, for he looked up at the mirror and met her eyes there. " Peeking tonight, are you?" he teased, his voice rough. Cassie looked away quickly, staring at the chair of the seat. After a moment, she nodded. He saw the quick motion and smiled to himself. " I'm glad, my sweet pet." One of his hands rested on her pert bottom, and the other traced a line down her spine. " There is just one thing wrong with this picture, though."

" What's that?" Cassie whispered.

" You're dressed. You ought to be naked and your hands cuffed together with your legs spread just so and your bare breasts hanging free for me to play with as I desire. Maybe even with your ankles fastened to keep them spread at the proper distance. Then the only thing to complete the perfect picture would be a bright red bottom that shines like a stoplight in the night."

A shudder passed over Cassie's frame at his words. He had a way of seducing her with the hottest of images before he ever laid a finger on her bare skin.

" You like that, huh?" he teased knowingly. " I bet you like that picture so well yourself, that when I take it, your thighs will be glistening wet and your sex will be spread open as wide as it can, begging me to slide my hard cock inside you and stroke in and out until my warm cream is buried deep inside your body and you are pulsating around me so hard that the pleasure in your brain overrides the pain in your ass as I slam against it again and again."

" Yes," Cassie moaned helplessly. " Oh, yes."

" Well, then I guess the first step is to get these interfering garments of yours out of the way, isn't it?" His hands slid around her, expertly unbuttoning the small buttons that held her shirt together. The shirt came open easily, and he reached between the panels to cup her satin-covered globes for a moment. He squeezed them and then let go, loosening her tight grip on the opposite arm of the chair so he could slide the shirt off of her, dropping it on the floor behind the chair. " Remind me to spank you later for leaving your dirty clothes all over the house," he whispered, bending over her to breathe against her ear.

Cassie wiggled beneath him, and he stood, delighted. Easily, he unclasped the back of her bra, letting it fall away from her breasts. Leaving it dangling there, he slid his hands around to grasp her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, tugging gently. Cassie's body arched against up, a small cry escaping her. " You know," he murmured, " I think I might leave that piece of fabric there, hanging on your arms and shoulders. It ought to do a good job of reminding you how helpless and bare and exposed you are."

" Oh!" Cassie gasped, her body wiggling eagerly against the chair.

" I think you are already helplessly wet, aren't you?" he taunted. " I am going to have to check as soon as I get your pants off and on the floor where they ought to be." As he spoke, his hands slid down from her breasts, finding the button of her jeans and easily undoing them, sliding the zipper open. His fingers stroked the cotton beneath, and Cassie gasped again, this time jerking her hips forward. " Oh, the perfect move, my sweet pet. Now I can reach even lower." His voice was rough again now, and his fingers slid down until they found the tell-tale wet spot on the front of her panties.

Without speaking, he stood, keeping one arm around her waist and lifting her a little. " Now, pet, let's get these interfering jeans off, shall we?" he mused, tugging them down with his other hand. Cassie clung to the other arm of the chair, her bottom already squirming anxiously. " What are you squirming for, my precious one?" he finally commented, when her jeans had been pushed to mid-thigh. " You aren't even getting a panty-warming yet."

Cassie gasped. She pressed her open mouth against the chair cushion as he settled her hips back onto the arm. His fingers ran over her bottom, now covered only with her pink cotton panties, and down onto the backs of her thighs, his fingers probing the cotton hidden between them. Squirming again, Cassie tried to open her thighs, but the jeans prevented her. He smiled, leaving the wet crotch of her panties for a minute and pushing the jeans down her hips and off onto the floor. He kicked them away from beneath her feet and grasped her knees, spreading her legs and stepping forward between them.

" Now, then," he taunted, his fingers touching the crack of her bottom through the panties. " I must say I think you look absolutely adorable so positioned, but there are just a few things left to take care of." He paused for a second, sliding his hand down to cup her sex through the fabric, feeling the wetness and heat emanating from her. When she settled in his hand, he released her, causing a moan of anguish to escape her lips. " Patience, my sweet pet, patience," he admonished, stepping away. Left alone for a minute, Cassie shuddered, suddenly feeling the cool air of the air conditioning brushing over her. He returned almost immediately, but to her front, and Cassie looked up at him with a tremulous smile.

In his hands, he held a pair of leather cuffs, which he slid over her wrists easily. " Now then," he said softly, staring down into her eyes, " Let me just tighten these up so you can't get them off." His fingers worked quickly, easily trapping her wrists, locking them in the cuffs. Next he stretched her arms down the side of the chair, and then looped each cuff's leather strap to the corresponding leg of the chair, trapping her left wrist against the front leg and the right wrist against the back leg. Cassie rested her forehead on the arm now, breathing shallowly as he fastened her to the chair.

When he had finished, he moved behind her, placing corresponding cuffs on each ankle and binding them to the legs of the other side of the chair. These, he left a little looser, allowing her some movement to squirm and wiggle in her bounds. " Now, sweetie, notice that I've given you plenty of room to move around tonight. When I take your sex with my hard cock, I want you to have room to move against me. But I still have you open for me. Once your panties come off, you won't be able to hide any part of your womanhood from me, will you?"

Knowing the question wasn't rhetorical, Cassie moaned, a soft affirmation escaping her lips.

He wasn't finished with making her talk, though. " Talk to me, my pet, and tell me how you feel." His hands held her hips and stroked up and down them softly.

" Oh, God," Cassie breathed. " I'm so hot. You haven't even smacked my bottom once and all I can think about is how much it will hurt, how aroused I will be because of it, how much I want you inside me, fucking me until my lungs forget to breathe and my heart forgets to beat." She stopped for a second, breathing deeply, tugging a little on her bounds. " I feel so helpless, so out of my own control, so completely ruled by your desires. So open, so vulnerable, even with my panties still covering my ass. But ..." She stopped again, looking for words, and he waited, his hands sliding back to squeeze her bottom firmly. " But I trust you so much, to take care of me, to take me to the edge of insanity but not to let me slip over, to give me pleasure as pain."

Her voice died in a whisper at the end, and he smiled down at her. " Very good. I want you to feel all of that. I want you to trust me completely with every reaction, to not hold your lovely cries back or your moans of pleasure inside." His voice was gentle, and he cupped her sex in his hands. " And I want you to tell me what you're feeling, how hot you are, how much it hurts, how much you love me, everything you are feeling as I spank and paddle and torture your bottom. Do you understand?"

Cassie's moan was an answer, but he waited until she gasped out a clear yes before continuing.

" Very good," he praised. " Now, I'm going to spank this bottom with my hand for a few minutes, and then we'll come up with a way to get these panties out of the way."

The first smack landed solidly on the seat of her panties. The second and third quickly followed, and Cassie arched as much as she could, her feet coming off the floor, but not much farther. More smacks followed over the width of her bottom, his large hand covering it easily with just a few smacks and then returning to repeat the process.

The spanking had hardly began to penetrate the web of passion around Cassie when his fingers began tugging on the edges of her panties, pushing them up, pulling the fabric against her sex and away from the lower part of her bottom. He held one side out of the way, adding hard fast smacks to the very edge of her bottom, a place he wanted to be especially red and sore by the time he finished. When her bottom began jerking against his hands, he snapped the panties down against her skin and moved to the other, tugging it up and adding hard, fast slaps to the pink color of her bottom.

A soft cry escaped her lips, and he stopped immediately, pulling his hands completely away from her bottom. " Did that hurt, sweet?" he asked in tender, unbelievable concern.

" Oh, oh my love, please don't stop," Cassie begged, struggling to perk her bottom higher in an enticing squirming motion.

" Why of course, I would never stop," he comforted her. " But I do want to discard that cotton before I continue," he mused, " It's so sexy over your fanny, but I want to be able to see your ass get redder and redder tonight." He waited until Cassie's gasp of pleasure had drifted away. " Now, I don't want to unlock those cuffs on your ankles so I think I'm just going to have to rip that cotton off. Maybe just the bottom first, then the rest of it later, after I've had a chance to compare the red hearts on those panties to the red tones in your rump."

Cassie reacted eagerly, lifting her bottom. " You like the idea of having your panties ripped away?" he teased, one finger looping inside the leg. " If these were much heavier, I might have to cut them away, but luckily I was thinking ahead when I picked these out for you earlier." He pulled hard, the fabric tearing a little. The second tug ripped across her bottom, and his fingers set to work tearing the heart-dotted cotton away from the elastic bands around her waist and legs.

As he worked, Cassie's voice drifted toward him, her voice incredibly quiet but tender. " Oh my love, oh my love," Cassie moaned. " You're so hard and strong and sexy, and I feel so helpless against you."

The fabric dropped to the floor from his hands, and he squeezed her bottom, now framed by shredded strands of white and red cotton. His work had left the cotton over her sex intact, but he had ripped away enough to reveal her rosy back opening, which he laid a finger against as he spoke. " You are helpless right now, sweetie. Anything I want, I can take, and you can't do anything about it."

Cassie's gasp of pleasure was musical to him, and he smacked her right cheek, hoping to hear the lyrical sound again. His reward was a soft moan, and he hit the left one, celebrating inwardly as he heard a strangled cry of pleasure come from her throat. The spanking continued then, with one of his hands steadying her on the cushioned arm and the other imparting deep and important theories of color and hue into her squirming bare behind.

When he finally stepped away, unable to look away from her, it was to unzip his pants and to push them down. The pain of his swelling had started to interfere with his concentration on the task at hand, and he allow nothing -- not even his baser instincts -- to end this before the absolutely last possible instant.

Cassie had recovered enough to look up in the mirrors above him to watch his hurried disrobing. Dressed now only in boxer shorts with a noticeable lump jutting out from the front, he seemed almost unreal to her. Her own body was no longer a rational being, but a sexual animal, and the heat inside her quickened and shot darts of arousal through her. " Oh, Peter," she moaned, her voice breaking. " You are so beautiful, so sexy."

The hairbrush, the black, hard, ebony-colored one with a mother-of- pearl handle, was in his hand when he stepped back to her side. A pleased smile was on his face, and he rubbed its cool smoothness over her as a reward. " Thank you, my pet. Your reactions are enough to drive any man to my state, though."

Cassie's low moan was in response to the cool back of the brush, and the next sound from her mouth was in response to the first sharp slap against her backside. On any day of the week, Cassie professed to hate the toy, and in discipline it was her worst enemy. But now, here, the pain it gave her was a gift, not a punishment. Her bottom lifted for the second smack, and he answered by delivering it, relishing the broken cry that came from her when he landed the large black back of the brush to her smooth cheek.

The smacking continued, each whap of the brush a little harder than before. Cassie's bottom was quickly changing from a deep pink to a bright shiny red. He watched the change eagerly, sometimes pausing to stroke the soft baby bristles of the other side against her exposed thighs. " What a special girl you are," he murmured once, unable to resist leaning over to press a soft kiss against an especially red spot near the center of her bottom. Mostly, though, the hairbrushing continued, with Cassie's bottom rising and falling to each smack.

Eventually, he slowed the smacks, wanting to accent the red bottom of his Cassie with another implement of torture. When he laid aside the brush and retrieved the paddle from where he had hidden it beneath the chair, he smiled, knowing Cassie was too far gone to be watching him furtively in the mirrors.

The first splat of the paddle on Cassie's bottom brought a shriek of pain to her lips. He realized with a start that this cry was the first he had heard from her lips tonight, and he suddenly felt awash with amazement that she had gone through such a long and hard spanking with barely a plea for mercy.

The second splat of the paddle, this time on the base of Cassie's bare bottom, was followed by a second shriek of pain. He knew the paddle harder than the brush, and larger. It's wooden hardness was covered with leather on one side, and he turned it to that side and planted it against her bottom again, hard and fast for a minute or so while she screamed and began begging for relief.

" Now it hurts, doesn't it, baby?" he asked, rubbing the leather over her bottom and delighting with the moans and breathless cries that came from her even at this light contact. " Tell me how much your bottom hurts," he coaxed, switching the paddle to his other hand and stroking her bottom lightly, his other hand cupping her crotch in his hands. " Tell me how hot you are down here."

He waited a moment as she calmed, squeezing her sex rhythmically with the rubbing of the paddle over her skin. When she spoke, her voice was almost inaudible, her breathy tones sometimes breaking. " It hurts so bad. I didn't notice at first, but when you switched to the paddle I realized how deep the burning is, how much I am stinging, how sore I am all over." He squeezed her sex reassuringly, and she continued. " But even though I almost can't stand it, I still ache so much inside because I want you to make love to me, so hard, over and over, even though I know that when you do you'll press against my ass with each stroke, reminding me of how sore I am, how sore you made me. Reminding me of how much you are controlling everything I feel, every little ounce of pain and pleasure I am feeling."

" Yes, darling, that's exactly what I'm doing. And before I take my pleasure inside you, I'm going to paddle you again. Now, remember, I want you to cry and beg and plead for mercy if that's what you're feeling. No hiding your reactions, understood?"

His voice was gentle now, and despite the intensity of her emotions, Cassie felt somewhat comforted. He laid the paddle aside, though. Confused, Cassie struggled for a second, but she calmed as she felt him ripping away the rest of her panties, exposing her sex and letting the liquid escape. The room was quiet for a moment as he retrieved a knife to cut the elastic away, and Cassie shivered as the smell of her arousal began to permeate the room.

Cassie was completely nude now, except for the bra still dangling from her shoulders and brushing against her nipples when she squirmed and wiggled. Unless, of course, one counted the cuffs on her wrists and ankles that kept her vulnerable body open to him. " Please, oh please, spank me and get it over with," Cassie begged. " I want you so much, so hard."

" What do you want me for, my pet?" he asked quietly, picking up the paddle again and rubbing it over the back of her thighs. Her bottom arched enticingly at the motion, and Cassie gasped.

Overcome by the heat inside her now, Cassie's words were low and hot, her voice almost that of another. " I want you to fuck me. Now."

" After your paddling," he promised, bringing the paddle down hard on the seat of her bottom. Cassie's loud cry continued into the next smack, and again into the third. Over and over again, until Cassie was no longer lifting her bottom, but hung helplessly in place, unable to react any more.

He flung the paddle to the floor and jerked the boxers down to his feet, kicking them away. Inside her, he pressed into her as tightly as he could, feeling the wetness on her thighs brushing against his legs and the heat of her bottom against her stomach. Cassie cried out again, but this time the noise was in marked relief, though he still heard the pain and pleasure intertwined in her voice.

The sex was hot and fast, and Cassie came almost before he did, her grip on his cock pulsing in time to his strokes. When she lay exhausted, still bound to the chair, and both were sated, he pulled away, capturing the moment with a picture from the camera he had kept waiting.

His fingers were gentle as he loosed her cuffs, dropping them unheeded to the floor. Almost before she realized it was over, he was lifting her in his arms, and carrying her from the room.

Cassie slept hard and long that night, tight in her lover's arms. Peter slept long and hard that night too, Cassie's red bottom pressed against his stomach. When the two awoke, the sun was shining brightly through the window. Cassie twisted, facing him, her arms sliding around his neck. " Thank you," she whispered, her voice soft and gentle.

 

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the little mermaid
8:51AM on January 13, 2009

 I ran to the edge of the water, to my safe spot. This site had been my refuge for the past three years. Anytime I got to the point that I couldn’t take any more.  I would run there. Somehow, it was to the identical spot every time. It never changed; I could get there blindfolded. I could bring my tears here, and soon forget them, as the beauty embraced me. It was so real and unexplored from the world. I had never once in three years seen a person there. It was as if this was my secret abode.

I reached the edge hastily and stopped myself just short of the water. This was a little game Iplayed. I tested myself every time. I would run just short of the edge of the water, on the brink of falling in. I knew that I could lose my footing at any time, and just stumble right in. I wondered what it would be like to sink down into the water, and let it swallow me. I loved that game, maybe the falling in, was what enticed me.

I sunk down to a crouching position and peered into the water. I saw my rippled  reflection and ran my finger in a circle mucking it up. Isaw the waters spread out and relax back into their natural movement, as if I had never agitated them. I closed my eyes, to get my reflection out of my mind, and as I opened them I saw one of my tears hit the water. It dropped hard, and the ring just seemed to keep appearing as if I had thrown in a huge rock, that rippled the whole body of water. I ran the back of my fists across my eyes, and wiped some of the tears away.

I heard a noise, which made me pull my head up and look outward to the middle of the water. I saw a figure of a woman in the water. I could just make out her head, and tops of her shoulders. She was staring right at me. I thought it was so odd that she was in the middle of the water, and no one else was around. I waved to her, to make sure it wasn’t my imagination. She smiled back and began to swim towards me. There were no awkward splashes; she just seemed to move gracefully towards me. When she got about half way to me, she stopped. I could make out her features now. She was breathtaking. Her face was very delicate. She started swimming towards the side of the water, which was over hung with trees. She made a motion with her head. She wanted me to follow her.

I was curious as to where she was going. I stood up and walked along the edge of the water. It wasn’t an easy task, there was branches, overgrown grass, and rocks every where. She would move ahead, then when I got caught up in something, swim back in a circle, till I pushed forward. After several minutes of following her, I saw where she was leading me. There was a long wooden dock that went all the way out to where she was. It looked as if it had seen a lot of use at one time but had been abandoned for a long time. I walked out onto it. I had to take careful steps, because there were several boards gone. I saw that the end of it was near. As I approached the end of it, I could see that it was closer to the water. As a matter of fact, the water seemed t meet the end of the dock, so that they were level. I slipped out of my sandals and sat down carefully at the end, and placed my legs into the water. The water spilled upward onto the deck as I did this. My legs and bottom were drenched immediately.

I sat in silence and watched her in awe. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Her beauty was very natural, far surpassing those of women in magazines. I could never describe her with justice. She seemed to radiate an inner beauty. She illuminated everything that was touching her, the water and the sky. Her long dark hair clung to her shoulders, slicked backwards from the water, exposing every inch of her face. She seemed to be topless. I saw no bathing suit marks on her shoulders, yet I could not properly see.

I couldn’t take my eyes of from her. She never spoke a word. She swam right to me, and reached her hand up to my face. I didn’t move an inch. I was scared to breathe, afraid that she was a figment of my imagination. She took her fingers and brushed them across my eyes, where my tears had just been. She looked at the moisture she had just attained on her fingertips, from my left over tears, and frowned in sadness. She took her fingers and placed them to her lips. I watched her, as she tasted the tears on her fingers. She then seemed to rise up higher out of the water. I assumed that there was a step or a wooden brace there from the dock.

She was now almost level with me. I took in her beauty, and I was right she was topless. I had never before seen such a woman of her beauty. Her skin, her breasts, her stomach, all somehow seemed like perfection. I had never before been attracted to another woman, but I found myself totally entranced by her. She reached out and cupped her hands around my face, bringing hers to mine. She brought her lips to my eye level, and lightly blew her breath across my eyes. It was the warmest caress I have ever felt. I never thought someone’s breath could do that. She placed a kiss on each one of my eyes, and instantly the stinging dry feeling stopped.

She then placed her lips to mine. This woman took my breath away. I felt like I could no longer breathe, but it was okay, it was as if I didn’t require air anymore. She was breathing for the both of us. I was amazed at how soft her lips were, and how sweet she tasted. She delicately separated my lips with hers, pressing her tongue into my mouth. It was the slowest, softest kiss I had ever felt. It was as if time stood still. Our lips seemed to go together perfectly. There was no ungraceful moment. The kiss was flawless.

When the kiss ended, I gasped. It wasn’t a gasp of surprise it was for breath. I finally felt the need to breathe. I caught my breath as she smirked at me. She sunk back down into the water all the way, and went under. I watched the water go all around her. She seemed to be under for so long, that I got worried. I started to head into the water to find her, and she popped her head up right in front of me. I sighed in relief. She gave me a mischievous smile as if she had purposely scared me. She held her hand out to me, and I took it. She tugged at me, and pulled me the rest of the way into the water.

I unbuttoned and unzipped them halfway; hoping that would help them from rubbing so hard against me. I got down to the pool, and smiled at her. I walked into the small pool, and was surprised at how warm it was. It seemed like bath water. She motioned for me to come to her. I waded over to her, and she placed her hands on my shoulders. She lightly pushed me till, I was walking backwards to where she wanted me to sit. I sat down, my lower legs in the water, and the rest of me exposed to the air. She stayed in the water, but right between my legs. She ran her hands up and down my legs numerous times. She finally settledon my feet, and started rubbing them between her hands. I laid back and rested my head on the rocks behind me, as she masterfully massaged my feet.

I couldn’t help but feel aroused by her touch. Her  fingers were magical. I should say her whole being wasmagical. If she weren’t actually touching me, I would think she was a manifestation in my mind. I closed my eyes, as she moved her kneading hands up my calves, to my thighs. She ran her hands over my shorts and pulled them down as I lifted my hips off the ground. Iopened my eyes and looked down at her. She smiled up at me and slid my panties off as well. She ran her hands across my mons, as she brought her mouth down to my clit. She flicked her tongue across it, up and down teasing me. I finally broke our silence with a moan. My moan seemed to fill the air above the water, as if it was a million times louder than was intended. She paused for a moment in surprise. Then she dived back in.She pleasured me in a way that I had never known.

This beautiful woman knew exactly what she was doing. I could tell she was an expert at the acts of desire. She had the most perfect kiss, and now she had the most perfect…..’Ohhhhhh….’ I cried out for what seemed like eternity. She had brought me close to the edge so many times, and would then pull away. She had me where she wanted. I was exhausted, mentally and physically drained. She looked up at me, amusement in her eyes as she tongued her way into my darkest desires. I couldn’t take any more and I  whimpered. This made her increase the stroke of her tongue. She flicked her tongue relentlessly against my clit.It felt as if a gentle whipping was occurring.

I pulled up, ready to ask her to stop. I felt as if I was never going to release. I had been on the brink of orgasm for what seemed like forever. It was sweet torture. I was so close to begging her to end my anguish, to let me release. Yet, I held back, with everything in me. I wanted her to keep going, to make my body quake.

Finally, with one final lash of her tongue, I climaxed. My body went rigid and my release was there. Every inch of me, shivered with gratification. My skin felt like it was on fire. That no matter how far I sunk into the water, it could never be put out. She had burned me, on the surface, but it sparked through to my deepest sheltered places. My eyes filled with tears, and slid down my face. I knew not what the tears where for. I just knew that they fell. This wonderful water nymph had pleased me in a way that I had never known; that I didn’t think was humanly possible.

She had a hungry look on her face. As if she had just started a well deserved meal. Fear rushed through my body, as I looked into her eyes. For the first time, since she touched me I was scared. She reached her hand to my face, and gently wiped away my tears for the second time that day. My fear weakened, as she pulled me to her for a kiss. Her lips held a magic power. Her tongue the guiding force. I melted into her. I reached my hand out, running it across her skin. I wanted to attempt to please her as she had me. Her skin was so soft, so inviting. I ran my fingertips across her nipples, down to her stomach. I wanted to slide my hand between her legs. I slid further down. Till I felt something odd. I couldn’t find where her legs would part. I couldn’t feel a human bottom. My eyes widened as she smiled. ‘Could this be a merm…’ I started thinking. Just as I went to back up in fear, she pulled me to her. She trapped my mouth with hers, and I melted again. She kissed me as she had on the deck. To the point that my breath was gone.

The water started swirling around us. So fast, so forceful. I clung to her in fear, her lips sucking my breath out of me, getting every last drop. We spiraled down into the water. I closed my eyes, as my last breath was expelled from my body. Just as I departed from my thoughts and life, I finally heard a voice. It was a beautiful song. “Hush my crying child, you are mine now. Your tears I have taken, your pain is gone. Hush my crying child, I have you in my arms. Your fears I have swallowed, your pain is gone. Hush my crying child, your soul belongs to me, I am the one that set you free.”
 

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Taking request from you
3:40AM on January 13, 2009

As she step out of the last of her cloths, and was standing in front of the full length mirror, the single, most delightful thought again returning to her mind, her one desire, the need to find the heart of a loving man, with the same passions and desires, the great need to please and be pleased. To live her remaining days as his kept woman, to have him know all the joys and the delights of her very giving body, these thoughts taking her continually to the fantasy that haunted her nights. The needs become more urgent and the wanting more intense with each slow day that follows.

Seeing her full breast, with the hard pink nipples searching the air, as the haunting thoughts returned once again. Her emptiness but her strong knowledge of the pleasure a needing man would receive from suckling them for her sweet milk. If only she had the power to give sweet milk, to feed him with her milk filled breast until he could want know more. Her deep desire to be a man’s pet, his existence, the total absorption of his mind. When and if he needed her to be there with and for him. There to be controlled by his needs, to elate him sexually, her body available to all his lustful thoughts, to be his slave in all matters of the heart, and  to be there ready when, where and how he wanted. To know his desires and search his needs always looking for a way to reach his mind with her ecstasy.

Her day begins with the need to wake him with her gentle soft touch to arouse him to the day, the day beginning with nothing more then his use of her so sweet body. To gently, but urgently kiss every inch of him, but only if that is what he wishes. For him to know that her mouth is there for his desires, to give him divine pleasure, either in a kiss or wrapped around his desirable cock, or simply to whisper sweet nothings in his ear.

Her mouth is a very pleasing toy, for him to use, as he can search out and reach some of his desires, to hear and crave her  seductive voice sending sweet messages of love, begging and pleading for more, to feel the sweet seduction, to use her sweet mouth to suck him into the ecstasy of her sensuous suckling mouth with her tongue as a divine tool use to explore his valleys and curves, lapping up hissweet juices as he spills them out generously for her to taste, to feel and to consume. Her sweet lips lightly pulling, and teasing his nipples, or to strongly wrap around his sinuous cock as to apply pressure and to protected his lovely tool from the sharpness of her teeth.

She wants and will be at his request his queen, his goddess, a delightful stripper, a skillful tool used for his pleasures, a delightful flasher, a pleasing lover, and there being only one propose for her existence, his one great need, her existence being only for the receiving of all his wants and desires.

To want him badly when he wakes her in the middle of the night, his hard cock seeking the very depth of her. To allow him access at any moment and any given time, with every moment of her body for the enjoyment of his eyes, and the tender care that she takes each day to prepare her body for his needs, to dress as he wants her to dress for the pleasure of the moment, and to do as he asks with out question, to completely service all of his needs, thus being one, with no desires left undone at any moment.

But with all said and done, in the end his one main request is that he pleases her, and with enough said, all that pleases her is the pleasure he derives from always knowing and never forgetting that she is his kept woman....beautiful as ever

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Words of Wisdom
9:05PM on January 12, 2009

In the Silence All is One Spirit

The Universe speaks in many languages, but in only one voice.

The language is not English, or French or Chinese or African.

It speaks the language of hope.

It Speaks in the language of trust, the language of strength

And the language of compassion.

It is the language of the heart and the language of the soul.

But always it is the same voice...

The voice of our ancestors speaking through us.

The voice of our inheritors waiting to be born.

It is the small, still voice that says we are one.

No matter the blood, no matter the skin, no matter the country.

We are One.
 
No matter the pain, no matter the darkness,

No matter the loss, no matter the fear.

We are One

Here, gathered together in common cause,

We agree to recognise this singular truth and this singular rule.

That we must be kind to one and other...

Because each voice enriches us and enobles us

And each voice lost diminishes us.

We are the voice of the Universe.

The soul of Creation

The fire that will light the day to a better future.

We are One.

Naomi Shifra

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One

One song can spark a moment,

One flower can wake the dream.

One tree can start a forest,

One bird can herald spring.

One smile begins a friendship,

One handclasp lifts a soul.

One star can guide a ship at sea,

One word can frame the goal.

One vote can change a nation,

One sunbeam lights a room.

One candle wipes out darkness,

One laugh will conquer gloom.

One step must start each journey,

One word must start each prayer.

One hope will raise our spirits,

One touch can show you care.

One voice can speak with wisdom.

One heart can know what's true.

One life can make the difference,

You see it's up to You!

Anonomous

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.If I Had Known

If I had known what trouble your were bearing;

What griefs were in the silence of your face;

I would have been more gentle, and more caring,

And tried to give you gladness for a space.

I would have brought more warmth into the place,

If I had known.

If I had known what thoughts despairing drew you;

(Why do we never try to understand?)

I would have lent a little friendship to you,

And slipped my hand within your hand,

And made your stay more pleasent in the land,

If I had known.

Mary Carolyn Davies

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Friendship

Oh, The comfort-the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person,

Having neither to weigh thoughts,

Nor measure words-but pouring them

All right out-just as they are-

Chaff and grain together-

Certain that a faithful hand will

Take and sift them-

Keep what is worth keeping-

And with the breath of kindness

Blow the rest away.

Dinah Maria Mulock Craik


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I Shall Not Pass This Way Again

Through this toilsome world, alas!

Once and only once I pass;

If a kindness I may show,

If a good deed I may do

To a suffering fellow man,

Let me do it while I can.

No delay, for it is plain

I shall not pass this way again.

Unknown


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A Mile With Me

O who will walk a mile with me

Along Life's merry way?

A comrade blithe and full of glee,

Who dares to laugh out loud and free,

And let his frolic fancy play,

Like a happy child, through the flowers gay

That fill the field and fringe the way

Where he walks a mile with me.

And who will walk a mile with me

Along life's weary way?

A friend whose heart has eyes to see

The stars shine out o'er the darkening lea,

And the quiet rest at the end o' the day,-

A friend who knows, and dares to say,

The brave, sweet words that cheer the way

Where he walks a mile with me.

With such a comrade, such a friend,

I fain would walk till journey's end,

Through summer sunshine, winter rain,

And then?-Farewell, we shall meet again!

Henry Van Dyke


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Hold Fast Your Dreams

Hold fast your dreams!

Within your heart

Keep one still, secret spot

Where dreams may go,

And, sheltered so,

May thrive and grow

Where doubt and fear are not.

O keep a place apart,

Within your heart,

For little dreams to go!

Think still of lovely things that are not true.

Let wish and magic work at will in you.

Be sometimes blind to sorrow. Make believe!

Forget the calm that lies

In disillusioned eyes.

Though we all know that we must die,

Yet you and I

May walk like gods and be

Even now at home in immortality.

We see so many ugly things-

Deceits and wrongs and quarrelings;

We know, alas! we know

How quickly fade

The color in the west,

The bloom upon the flower,

The bloom upon the breast

And youth's blind hour.

Yet keep within your heart

A place apart

Where little dreams may go,

May thrive and grow.

Hold fast-hold fast your dreams!

Louise Driscoll


*


Who Are My People?

My People? Who are they?

I went into the church where the congregation

Worshiped my God. Were they my people?

I felt no kinship to them as they knelt there.

My people! Where are they?

I went into the land where I was born,

Where men spoke my language...

I was a stranger there.

"My people," my soul cried. "Who are my people?"

Last night in the rain I met an old man

Who spoke a language I do not speak,

Which marked him as one who does not know my God.

With apologetic smile he offered me

The shelter of his patched umbrella.

I met his eyes...And then I knew...

Rosa Zagnoni Marinoni


*


Tell Him So

If you hear a kind word spoken

Of some worthy soul you know,

It may fill his heart with sunshine

If you only tell him so.

If a deed, however humble,

Helps you on your way to go,

Seek the one whose hand has helped you,

Seek him out and tell him so!

If your heart is touched and tender

Toward a sinner, lost and low,

It might help him to do better

If you'd only tell him so!

O, my sisters, oh, my brothers,

As o'er life's rough path you go,

If God's love has saved and kept you,

Do not fail to tell men so!

Unknown


*


A Bag of Tools

Isn't it strange

That princes and kings,

And clowns that caper

In sawdust rings,

And common people

Like you and me

Are builders for eternity?

Each is given a bag of tools,

A shapeless mass,

A book of rules;

And each must make-

Ere life is flown-

A stumbling block

Or a steppingstone.

R.L.Sharpe


*

Watch Yourself Go By

Just stand aside and watch yourself go by;

Think of yourself as "he" instead of "I".

Note, closely as in other men you note,

The bag-kneed trousers and the seedy coat.

Pick flaws; find fault; forget the man is you,

And strive to make your estimate ring true.

Confront yourself and look you in the eye-

Just stand aside and watch yourself go by.

Interpret all your motives just as though

You looked on one whose aims you did not know.

Let undisguised contempt surge through you when

You see you shirk, O commonest of men!

Despise your cowardice; condemn whate'er

You note of falsness in you anywhere.

Defend not one defect that shames your eye-

Just stand aside and watch yourself go by.

And then, with eyes unveiled to what you loathe,

To sins that with sweet charity you'd clothe,

Back to your self-walled tenement you'll go

With tolerance for all who dwell below.

The faults of others then will dwarf and shrink,

Love's chain grow stronger by one mighty link,

When you, with "he" as substitute for "I",

have stood aside and watched yourself go by.

Strickland Gillilan


*


Drop A Pebble In The Water

Drop a pebble in the water: just a splash, and it is gone;

But there's half-a-hundred ripples circling on and on and on,

Spreading, spreading from the center, flowing on out to the sea.

And there is no way of telling where the end is going to be.

Drop a pebble in the water: in a minute you forget,

But there's little waves a-flowing, and there's ripples circling yet,

And those little waves a-flowing to a great big wave have grown;

You've disturbed a mighty river just by dropping in a stone.

Drop an unkind word, or careless: in a minute it is gone;

But there's half-a-hundred ripples circling on and on and on.

They keep spreading, spreading, spreading from the center as they go,

And there is no way to stop them, once you've started them to flow.

Drop an unkind word, or careless: in a minute you forget;

But there's little waves a-flowing, and there's ripples circling yet,

And perhaps in some sad heart a mighty wave of tears you've stirred,

And disturbed a life was happy ere you dropped that unkind word.

Drop a word of cheer and kindness: just a flash and it is gone;

But there's half-a-hundred ripples circling on and on and on,

Bearing hope and joy and comfort on each splashing, dashing wave

Till you wouldn't believe the volume of the one kind word you gave.

Drop a word of cheer and kindness: in a minute you forget;

But there's gladness still a-swelling, and there's joy a-circling yet,

And you've rolled a wave of comfort whose sweet music can be heard

Over miles and miles of water jsut by dropping one kind word.

James W. Foley


*


Fate

Two shall be born, the whole wide world apart,

And speak in different tongues and have not thought

Each of the other's being, and no heed;

And these, o'er unknown seas, to unknown lands

Shall cross, escaping wreck, defying death;

And all unconsciously shape every act

And bend each wandering step to this one end-

That one day out of darkness they shall meet

And read life's meaning in each other's eyes.

And two shall walk some narrow way of life

So nearly side by side that, should one turn

Ever so little space to left or right,

They needs must stand acknowledged, face to face,

And yet, with wistful eyes that never meet,

And groping hands that never clasp, and lips

Calling in van to ears that never hear,

They seek each other all their weary days

And die unsatisfied-and this is Fate!

Susan Marr Spalding


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You Never Can Tell

You never can tell when you send a word

Like an arrow shot from a bow

By an archer blind, be it cruel or kind,

Just where it may chance to go,

It may pierce the breast of your dearest freind,

Tipped with its poison or balm,

To a stranger's heart in life's great mart

It may carry its pain or its calm.

You never can tell when you do an act

Just what the result will be,

But with every deed you are sowing a seed,

Though the harvest you may not see.

Each kindly act is an acorn dropped

In God's productive soil;

You may not know, but the tree shall grow

With shelter for those who toil.

You never can tell what your thoughts will do

In bringing you hate or love,

For thoughts are things, and their airy wings

Are swifter than carrier doves.

They follow the law of the universe-

Each thing must create its kind,

And they speed o'er the track to bring you back

Whatever went out from your mind.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox


*


A Creed

There is a destiny that makes us brothers;

None goes his way alone:

All that we send into the lives of others

Comes back into our own.

I care not what his temples or his creeds,

One thing holds firm and fast-

That into his fateful heap of days and deeds

The soul of man is cast

Edwin Markham.


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My Church

My church has but one temple,

Wide as the world is wide,

Set with a million stars,

Where a million hearts abide.

My church has no creed to bar

A single brother man

But says, "Come thou and worship"

To every one who can.

My church has no roof nor walls,

Nor floors save the beautiful sod-

For fear, I would seem to limit

The love of the illimitable God.

Unknown, signed E.O.G


*

The Sin Of Omission

It isn't the thing you do, dear,

It's the thing you leave undone

That gives you a bit of a heartace

At setting of the sun.

The tender word forgotten,

The letter you did not write,

The flowers you did not send, dear,

Are your haunting ghosts at night.

The stone you might have lifted

Out of a brother's way;

The bit of heartsome counsel

You were hurried too much to say;

The loving touch of the hand, dear,

The gentle, winning tone

Which you had no time not thought for

With troubles enough of your own.

Those little acts of kindness

So easily out of mind,

Those chances to be angels

Which we poor mortals find-

They come in night and silence,

Each sad, reproachful wraith,

When hope is faint and flagging,

And a chill has fallen on faith.

For life is all too short, dear,

And sorrow is all too great,

To suffer our slow compassion

That tarries until too late;

And it isn't the thing you do, dear,

It's the thing you leave undone

Which gives you a bit of a heartache

At the setting of the sun.

Margaret E. Sangster


*


Man's Inhumanity To Man

Many and sharp the numerous ills

Inwoven with our frame;

More pointed still, we make ourselves

Regret, remorse and shame;

And man, whose heaven-erected face

The smiles of love adorn,

Man's inhumanity to man,

Makes countless thousands mourn.

Robert Burns


*


Life's a Game

This life is but a game of cards,

Which everyone must learn;

Each shuffles, cuts, and deals the deck,

And then a trump does turn;

Some show up a high card,

While others make it low,

And many turn no cards at all-

In fact, they cannot show.

When hearts are up we play for love,

And pleasure rules the hour;

Each day goes pleasantly along,

In sunshine's rosy bower.

When diamonds chance to crown the pack

That's when men stake their gold,

And thousands then are lost and won,

By gamblers, young and old.

When clubs are trump look out for war,

On ocean and on land,

For bloody deeds are often done

When clubs are held in hand.

At last turns up the darkened spade,

Held by the toiling slave,

And a spade will turn up trump at last

And dig each player's grave.

Unknown


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Lifting and Leaning

There are two kinds of people on earth today,

Just two kinds of people, no more, I say.

Not the good and the bad, for 'tis well understood

The good are half bad and the bad are half good.

Not the happey and sad, for the swift-flying years

Bring each man his laughter and each man his tears.

Not the rich and the poor, for to count a man's wealth

You must first know the state of his conscience and health.

Not the humble and proud, for in life's busy span

Who puts on vain airs is not counted a man.

No! the two kinds of people on earth I mean

Are the people who lift and the people who lean.

Wherever you go you will find the world's masses

Are ever divided in just these two classes.

And, strangely enough, you will find, too, I ween,

There is only one lifter to twenty who lean.

In which class are you? Are you easing the load

Of overtaxed lifters who toil down the road?

Or are you a leaner who lets others bear

Your portion of worry and labor and care?

Ella Wheeler Wilcox


*


Any Wife or Husband

Let us be guests in one another's house

With deferential "No" and courteous "Yes";

Let us take care to hide our foolish moods

Behind a certain show of cheerfulness.

Let us avoid all sullen silences;

We should find fresh and sprightly things to say;

I must be fearful lest you find me dull,

And you must dread to bore me any way.

Let us knock gently at each other's heart,

Glad of a chance to look within-and yet

Let us remember that to force one's way

Is the unpardoned breach of etiquette.

So shall I be hostess-you, the host-

Until all need for entertainment ends;

We shall be lovers when the last door shuts,

But what is better still-we shall be freinds.

Carol Haynes


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Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the Pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be

For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance

I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeonings of chance

My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Looms but the Horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years

Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matter not how strait the gate,

How charged with punishments the scroll,

I am the master of my fate:

I am the captain of my soul .

William Ernest Benley
 

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