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10/21/2008 7:33:52 PM: Let me love you with my body, give myself to you. I want to straddle your hard body, open myself wide for you, feel the excitement of your penetration.....the moment you enter me. Taking you inside of me, deep into my depths, filling me.Pushing you into me deeper and deeper until you can go no farther.I want to feel the rhythmic pulsing of your cock throbbing inside of me when the muscles of my pussy contract around you.I want to feel your hands seeking out my body as I ride you wildly, your cock taking me to places I've never been before. I want to give every inch of my body up to you, feel you exploring me, your hands on my breasts, squeezing, tugging at my nipples, nibbling, making me beg you for more. I want to see you watching me when I lean back and reach down to tug at my clit, I want you to see your cock so hard it feels like stone as I slide it in and out of me, working to please you. I want you to allow me to ride you hard.sucking you deep inside of me, I want to feel your cock so deep banging against my cervix, bruising my insides. I want you to hear my screams of ecstasy while your cock is shoved deep inside of me, hear me screaming your name. I want you to watch my titties bounce when I'm bucking madly on top of you, my hot cum sliding down your cock over your balls and down between your ass as I orgasm over and over one after another in waves. I want to feel my masters powerful hands slapping across my ass when I'm on top of him. I want to feel you kiss me passionately, roughly. In the throes of ecstasy I want to turn myself around and face your feet my ass to you as I straddle you and take you in again, knowing you are watching me from behind. My ass facing you the red prints from your hands on my smooth white skin. I want to open myself to you when I feel you invading my ass with a dildo, filling me, fucking both of my holes at the same time. My breathes so hard and loud. I want to know you are watching me as i wildly finger my clit, coming down hard on your cock and feeling you invade my ass with my dildo, completely filling my insides, stuffing me full. Screaming with release as waves of  passion overcome me. When I think I can't take anymore, I want to feel your hands bring me down from my high. Pull me into your strong arms, I want to feel your heart beating inside your hard chest, feel secure in my Masters arms while he is rubbing my clit gently, feel your finger slide in an out of me until I fall asleep in your arms unable to take anymore. I want us to take each other to places we've never found before, arousing each other to the fullest.
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8/16/2008 6:06:20 AM: Submissive Heart...Spirited SoulWithin the heart of every submissive, lies a spirit as fierce as that of the tigers. Just as the spirit of the tiger shall never be tamed so too the spirit of the submissive shall never weaken. For without ones spirit we do not really live.
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8/16/2008 6:04:29 AM: Life Lessons There was a time in life when I remembered to stop and smell the flowers, when I took time for me, and when I remembered the value of laughter. There was a time that I couldn't be beat, determination and drive pushing me forward. Sometimes along the way I stumbled but damned if I would allow myself to fall. I thought that I had it all figured out in my wise 30+ years. And then came the humbling moment when I realized I really didn't have a clue. This time of month kind of tugs at my heart, its special to me, and I need to remember it. Its taken me a long time to come to terms with it and I don't know that I ever really fully will. For awhile I tried to fight it, yep still the same old woman who had not yet come to terms with herself. I mean really couldn't I just etch that time out of my mind, shut my heart off, I'm me, remember? I don't fall! I'm hear to tell you that is not realistic. None the less this is our place, our memories, the good, the bad, and even the ugly. I once came to know a man that has forever etched a place in my heart. This is a tribute to him and all that he taught me. Please share in my smiles as I think back over the wisdom that he shared with me and the lessons that he taught me. I hear his voice speaking to me when I least expect it. No longer do I push the voice away, its impossible, his words of strength, wisdom, and courage are forever a part of me. Lesson One: Don't say things out of anger that you will have to apologize for later. So many times this simple phrase has played through my mind just when the words are about to escape my mouth that I really don't mean. Many times this teaching has kept me from inserting my foot into my mouth and saved me from saying something that I would only regret when the brief moment of frustration or anger over something trivial had passed. That voice that speaks so clearly to me has saved me many times over. Yes, I can be a hot head. Yes my mouth can get ahead of me. This phase has taught me to step back from the situation and not speak until I have sorted out my thoughts and come to terms with what I really want to say and I how I really feel. Its kept me from adding nasty phrases to my vocabulary that really don't belong there. Thank you for this lesson. Lesson Two: Be Safe Out There! As mothers we always want our children to do whats right, we want to protect them and keep them safe. We want them to follow all the rules and we want them to not tread on dangerous waters. I remember many phrases that my mother used to say that I now say to my own children and shake my head when I do it. Yes I'm walking in her footsteps as a mother. This phrase however is one that I find myself using frequently with my own children that came from someone who was just as wise as my mother and father, he had lived and experienced a whole lot more of the world than I had. Its a phrase that I just don't hear at one specific moment in life, but in many aspects of my life. Its music to my ears when I get in the car and think I don't need to wear my seatbelt. It brings a smile to my face when I turn the deadbolts on the doors at night. But most importantly its a gentle reminder when I'm hesitating in a situation that perhaps may lead to be over my head and ability to handle. It reminds me to turn away. Thank you for this lesson. Which leads me to the next lesson... Lesson Three: Don't put yourself in the kind of situation that may bring you harm. If the potential is there to get hurt get out of there. Ok, yes, I've been known to make a few dumb moves in the course of my lifetime. Then look back and ask how the hell that happened. The answer was simple really. I didn't look ahead at the potential that I may be harmed or put in a situation that was above my head. True most of the times I got out of there with my skin in tack, but not until after sweating a bit about how to get out of there. Or having it brought to my attention later that had I not been there I wouldn't have been in that situation. Its taught me to look ahead at the potential for disaster. My feet aren't so quick to tread dangerous water anymore. It makes me stop a minute to ask myself if I really need or want to be in this situation. No more great jumps of faith that I can handle anything that comes my way. Thank you for this lesson. Lesson Four: Acceptance of the words "Be Safe Out There" Please, really, like I'm not safe when I leave. Do I really need someone acting like my father and giving me a lecture before I leave? Does he really think I can't handle myself out there? I'm a strong indepedent woman. Yes, it took me a long time to change my attitude on this one. I believe there was a time that I inserted my foot in my mouth and had to apologize for something I said before I finally accepted the words "Be Safe Out There." We all need reminders that someone else cares for us. We need to be reminded that they are thinking of us and our safety. They are not lecturing, rather giving a dose of love. A gentle reminder that if we are hurt, because they love us, so to will they be. We need to be reminded to care for ourselves when we allow ourselves to become to wrapped up in everything else. We get so busy in day to day life that we often forget to take time to do the simple things that keep us safe. We are busy talking on cell phones, putting sunglasses on, turning a corner, and all the while forgetting the simple act of buckling up. Yes I do need these gentle reminds. I'm not so indepedent that I don't need to be reminded to take care of myself. Thank you for this lesson. Lesson Five: Believe In Yourself Thank you for all the encouragement you gave me. Even when I didn't believe any longer in myself, you forced me to see that I was still strong. You didn't let me wither in self pity, but forced me to get on my feet again. And when I didn't believe, you believed enough for the both of us, and picked me back up again. Many times you showed me the courage that I needed when my steps began to falter. Its something we all need to be reminded of. Believe in yourselves, no one else will believe in you if you don't. When I didn't think I had the strength to go on a hand reached out to me in all his wisdom and showed me the way. Thank you for this lesson. Lesson Six: Don't let an opportunity pass to show and express your love to someone. Too often, we forget to say the simple words "I love you" or we say them without meaning or thought. We get caught up in the day to day hussle and we are running our mouths on every topic that filled our day before we have even paused to tell the one we love "I love you" He taught me how important these simple words were to express. He taught me that now matter how bad life is, how bad the day was, it doesn't look so bad after you take a minute to breath and share, express your love to that very special person in your life. They are words of comfort. Words that envelope you and make you breath easier. Three words that make your heart a little lighter, and can't help but bring a smile to your face when spoken from the one who means so very much to you. They are calming words. Don't forget to say I love you often, every chance you get. Thank You For This Lesson Lesson Seven: Don't get so caught up in life that you forget what really matters and take for granted that there is always tomorrow to get it done. This is one of the hardest lessons of all that I had to learn. I'm famous for having ninety things on my plate. I shuffle them all around, trying to make them all work. I'm like a clock maker trying to put together all the pieces to make it tick perfectly. But sometimes I get so caught up in making it all fit together, that I misplace some of the most important pieces. I scamble to pick up this piece, and a bit of that piece, and one from here and there. Before you know it you can't find them anymore, they are lost forever. My head is spinning trying to grasp all the pieces. Your left with the extra pieces that never really fit in the scheme of things anyway. They cluttered over the parts that mattered and kept them out of view. You kept pushing them to the edge for later, and when you weren't looking they fell off the plate. It was a hard lesson to learn, perhaps the hardest of my short lifetime. In the grand scheme of things you have to really watch that the extra things don't clutter your time for the things that really make life worth living. Thank you for this lesson. There were many more lessons that I learned and that I cherish still. It's a subject that I could write for hours and it would never be complete. I was fortunate to have my life touched by such a wise and gentle soul. I hope that I can pass the lessons of life that he gave to me on to some of you. I hope that as you read this you smile along with me as you read about the many times I stumbled. Yes, I'm still growing and learning. The lessons aren't over and I have a long way to go. But an angel once walked into my life and changed my outlook on life forever, he enriched my life, and made me a better person. Even today when I feel overwhelmed, and life seems too much I feel a hand on my shoulder reminding me to slow down. When its late at night and I find myself behind the wheel driving home tired, and my eyes start to feel heavy, I hear a voice reminding me that I have girls to make it home to, "Be Safe". Sometime in your lives, you will be touched by someone that you will never be able to thank enough for all that they gave you. There are not words that can explain all that they meant. You'll find yourself remembering for years that follow the wisdom that they shared with you. You'll find yourself greatly humbled after knowing them. You will stand in awe of the great creature that has been put on this earth to roam and touch the lives of others. You will know deeply in your heart that you were touched by an angel. Thank you for being the angel needed to touch my life. Thank you for making me a better person 
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7/10/2008 4:43:02 PM: Caught In The ActIn Wisconsin there is lots of room to run and play. Places tucked away in the middle of nowhere, where you can often expect not to see another soul. Peaceful, quiet, and with the right person romantic. Surrounded by trees, the bald eagles soaring over head and the innocent doe that walks through with her little fawns. Its a good place to drive around and find a place to park and just enjoy an intriguing conversation with a lover whom you've missed. Tucked away in the Northwoods of Wisconsin is our little cabin. Out amongst the cabin, over the years I have come to know and love many of the back roads that are frequently so empty. I've enjoyed the beauty of the woods around me and all the treasures that it holds. So many exquisite things to see that you miss in the city. Its so quiet that you hear even the snap of a twig as the animals move about.Often I will drive around and just enjoy my surroundings. Even after all these years there is always something new and exciting to see. Sharing my special place with a lover only makes it that much more beautiful. After a long day of work it was wonderful to walk outside and see the face of someone whom always brings a smile to my face. I knew that look in his eye when he pulled up and invited him to go for a ride. It had been so long since I had seen him and I missed his laughter, his hugs, kisses, and most of all the conversation that flows so freely between us. It felt so good to talk and feel his fingers interlaced with my own as we ventured through the back roads of Wisconsin, catching up on each others lives.The long stretches between seeing one another only makes the wait that much sweeter when we meet again. His soft caresses as we drive always make me purr and how I manage to hold a conversation when he is touching me is a miracle in itself. He knows just where to touch me to send shivers down my spine with a seemingly innocent touch. He knows just how to softly caress my hair to take all the days worries away and leave me totally free to enjoy him. His hands kneed my neck muscles just strongly enough to take my tension away and I'm incapable of preventing the soft moan that escapes me.There is a certain 'safety' or 'comfort zone' in his strong dominant presence. I know that when I am with him I can be free to be me. I know that he will care for me and keep me safe. Its one of the rare times that I can just let the worries of the day drain away and feel perfectly at ease letting someone else make the decisions for once.After so many days apart neither of us intended to let this occasion pass without touching one another and expressing the passion that we hold for each other. At times our passion tends to override our sanity and it was without a second thought that I pulled on to an old logging road when he told me to pull over. It didn't take more than seconds after the car was in park that our hands were roaming each others bodies and our mouths met in a deep, passionate, long awaited kiss. I love how soft his lips feel as they trail along my neck and down my cleavage. His strong hands cupping my breasts as he teases my nipple to a firm peak. His mouth quickly taking my nipple in and gently sucking it in to his warm wet mouth leaves me struggling to breath. A strong hand softly slipping up my side tickling my flesh and leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. Time and time again I am in awe of how quickly my body responds to him and my pussy is wet and begging for his touch. His endless teasing drives me wild. When he touches me I am under his spell and he knows just how to make my hips dance for him. I can feel his strength beneath my hands as I touch him. His cock is out of reach as he holds me where he wants me to explore my body. Even in the cramped quarters of my car; with a center counsel to divide us he manages to drive me insane with his touch. I'm lost in my own world of pleasure and passion that he has created, my body is on fire with need for him. I love how he looks into my eyes and forces me to hold his gaze. The look that he gives me speaks more than a thousand words ever could. There is never a doubt that his passion for me matches that of mine for him. I know that I need out of the confines of the car, need to be free to explore his body. Finally he takes mercy on me and allows me the freedom of the outdoors. Without hesitancy my fingers fumble to loosen his belt. He smiles knowing that the feelings he has created in me leave me helpless to perform this seemingly simple task. As his hands work to free his thick cock from the confines of his clothing; I squat before him. My tongue tracing my lips in anticipation of having him in my mouth. A loud moan echoes through the woods around us as I see his hardness barely inches from my face. His hands weave through my hair to hold my head back as he runs the head of his cock over my lips and face to tease me. I reach my tongue out to flicker over the swollen head and give him a look that clearly says two can play this game. My lips part waiting for his cock to fill my mouth and when he finally slips between my soft lips I enjoy the sound of pure pleasure that I hear from him. His body feels so good beneath my hands as they are free to roam over his flesh. Fingertips kneading into his ass to pull him deeper into my waiting mouth. My nails slip up and down his sides and tease the outer edges of his nipples; lips and tongue moving up and down his glorious shaft. My heart is racing and I can't help but think that at any moment even out here someone could stumble along and catch us like this. This thought only drives my adrenaline level higher and makes me want to pleasure him all the more. I know he is enjoying himself as his hips rock to drive himself deeper into my throat. Knowing how much he loves to feel his balls in my mouth, I let his cock slip from my lips and kiss my way down his length. I look up at him as my mouth opens and I gently take them in and suckle him. I can hear his breathing grow harder and his hands reaching to pull me up. His voice as he growls in my ear that he needs to fuck me makes me shiver and moan knowing what is to come. I feel his hands yanking my pants off and my body being pushed forward as he bends me over the car. My pussy in plain view of anyone that might drive by on the road. He pushes my feet farther apart with his own as his fingertips find my clit and I can hear my own screams ringing through the trees. My hands sprawled out on the cold metal of the car trying to grasp it in vain. My legs quiver as I feel him slide the hot flesh of his cock against my pussy and slowly glide over it fucking my hard swollen clit. His hands digging into my muscles as he firmly holds my hips in place.He gets my pussy so wet I can feel it dripping over my clit and onto his cock. My throat is dry from my screams of passion as he drives me over the edge more times than I can begin to count. I need him inside me so badly, but he is not ready to give in. His voice is a distant sound as he tells me he wants to taste my pussy. I'm incoherent as his hands guide me to the car and I feel him lift my foot to hook it over the front seat as he gently lays me back. My other foot quickly reaches to the ceiling to spread myself open before him. No more waiting, I can't take anymore and he knows it. His fingers enter me swiftly as his tongue flickers across my waiting clit. I let out scream after scream as my pussy clamps down around his fingers to pull him in deeper and not let him go. My leather seat is wet and slippery as my cum slips down between my ass. It turns me on even more to hear his moans as he enjoys the taste of my sweet cum filling his mouth. My heart beats quickly as he slips his fingers only to slip three back in, stretching my pussy even more than before. His fingers curled up into my gspot as he strokes me. My whole body shaking in front of him as my hips lift and fall to meet his fingers and tongue. My own fingers finding my nipples to toy with them.His drive to give me pleasure seemingly endless. He takes me to levels not ever reached before. He knows my body as though it is his own as he manipulates me for my own pleasure. His touch simply divine. There are no inhibitions as I lay before him, no holding back. My body is taken with orgasm after orgasm until I beg him to fuck me. Just as he rises from his knees to enter me I see him look over and wave. The smile on his face shines brightly as he pulls me close, looks down at me and says baby we should probably get dressed we have given them enough of a show. As I slowly turn my head I see what he is looking at. Right on the main road where the logging road joins are two men in a truck. Yes, in all our heated passion we didn't even notice they had stopped to enjoy the view. They didn't honk or yell simply sat there and took it all in. A live porno in front of them for them to partake in. And when it was over they simply drove away to allow us to dress before climbing back in the car giggling and kissing. Two adults with so much passion for one another that the world is our playground without care. Those far away, seemingly remote spots of the wilderness more crowded than one realizes. For a few precious moments in time two adults reliving the carefree days of our teenage years. 
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7/7/2008 1:29:34 PM: We rarely get a chance to see another country's editorial about the USA. The article was written by Mr. Cornel Nistorescu and published under the title 'C'ntarea Americii, meaning 'Ode To American'  in the Romanian newspaper Evenimentulzilei 'The Daily Event' or 'News of the Day'~An Ode to America~Why are Americans so united? They would not resemble one another even if you painted them all one color!  They speak all the languages of the world and form an astonishing mixture of civilizations and religious beliefs. Still, the American tragedy turned three hundred million people into a hand put on the heart. Nobody rushed to accuse the White House, the Army, or the Secret Service that they are only a bunch of losers. Nobody rushed to empty their bank accounts. Nobody rushed out onto the streets nearby to gape about. Instead the Americans volunteered to donate blood and to give a helping hand.

After the first moments of panic, they raised their flag over the smoking ruins, putting on T-shirts, caps and ties in the colors of the national flag.   They placed flags on buildings and cars as if in every place and on every car a government official or the president was passing. On every occasion, they started singing:"God Bless America!"I watched the live broadcast and rerun after rerun for hours listening to the story of the guy who went down one hundred floors with a woman in a wheelchair without knowing who she was, or of the Californian hockey player, who gave his life fighting with the terrorists and prevented the plane from hitting a target that could have killed other hundreds or thousands of people. How on earth were they able to respond united as one human being?  Imperceptibly, with every word and musical note, the memory of some turned into a modern myth of tragic heroes.   And with every phone call, millions and millions of dollars were put into a collection aimed at rewarding not a man or a family, but a spirit, which no money can buy. What on earth can unite the Americans in such a way?   Their land?   Their history?   Their economic Power?   Money?
I tried for hours to find an answer, humming songs and murmuring phrases with the risk of sounding commonplace, I thought things over, I reached but only one conclusion... Only freedom can work such miracles.. Cornel Nistorescu