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h_i_s
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Dear Mac Grey Washing Machine,
Spin faster, harder and longer please. You are slacking.
When you slack, the clothes remain far more saturated than they should be. Your shitty spin cycle means that the dryer will need twice as much time to dry all 8 loads of laundry.
I have OTHER chores which require my time. If you don't get on the ball, I will feed you cheap ass dollar store detergent until you choke and I will withhold that sweet smelling lavendar sented fabric softener that you seem to enjoy so much.
I'll boycott your ass all together and do these clothes in half the time at the Delken up the street. Keep it up, you useless little fucker. Go ahead. I dare you.
Spin faster, harder and longer please. You are slacking.
When you slack, the clothes remain far more saturated than they should be. Your shitty spin cycle means that the dryer will need twice as much time to dry all 8 loads of laundry.
I have OTHER chores which require my time. If you don't get on the ball, I will feed you cheap ass dollar store detergent until you choke and I will withhold that sweet smelling lavendar sented fabric softener that you seem to enjoy so much.
I'll boycott your ass all together and do these clothes in half the time at the Delken up the street. Keep it up, you useless little fucker. Go ahead. I dare you.
intothewoods
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Dear Mac Grey Washing Machine,
Spin faster, harder and longer please. You are slacking.
When you slack, the clothes remain far more saturated than they should be. Your shitty spin cycle means that the dryer will need twice as much time to dry all 8 loads of laundry.
I have OTHER chores which require my time. If you don't get on the ball, I will feed you cheap ass dollar store detergent until you choke and I will withhold that sweet smelling lavendar sented fabric softener that you seem to enjoy so much.
I'll boycott your ass all together and do these clothes in half the time at the Delken up the street. Keep it up, you useless little fucker. Go ahead. I dare you.
Dear sinn,
How long have you been talking to washing machines? And, um, do they ever talk back?
loveandkisses,
itw
Hisbabydoll26
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Dear Sinnocent,
I must tell you...you are working on one of my limits. I hate snakes..actually I fear them more than well...pretty much anything. I hate to be a wuss and turn av's off so I leave them on and I admit I have to move the screen to not see the snake *shivers*. As of late I have slowly been leaving you up because well I like to read what you write and dammit if you embrace them I can put up with them right?
So yeah....while I don't want to ever ever ever see one in real life..I'm learning to handle seeing it up on my screen. So thanks... It used to just trigger some kind of awful nightmare where I see one and just die. So far no nightmare. Whew...
Thanks
A snake avoider..
I must tell you...you are working on one of my limits. I hate snakes..actually I fear them more than well...pretty much anything. I hate to be a wuss and turn av's off so I leave them on and I admit I have to move the screen to not see the snake *shivers*. As of late I have slowly been leaving you up because well I like to read what you write and dammit if you embrace them I can put up with them right?
So yeah....while I don't want to ever ever ever see one in real life..I'm learning to handle seeing it up on my screen. So thanks... It used to just trigger some kind of awful nightmare where I see one and just die. So far no nightmare. Whew...
Thanks
A snake avoider..
doveofserenity
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Hisbabydoll,
As i said in a previous post somewhere here on Lit, i don't like the idea of snakes anywhere around me (due to my own reasons), but i agree with you.
Sinn has done a beautiful job just taking away some squirmishness (dont think thats a word even) i feel every time the word snake is mentioned.
Just by her avs and pics alone.
And for that, i also thank you, Sinn.
As i said in a previous post somewhere here on Lit, i don't like the idea of snakes anywhere around me (due to my own reasons), but i agree with you.
Sinn has done a beautiful job just taking away some squirmishness (dont think thats a word even) i feel every time the word snake is mentioned.
Just by her avs and pics alone.
And for that, i also thank you, Sinn.
myinnerslut
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dear A,
i know you have to be far away. but does it have to feel so distant?
*yourpuppy*
i know you have to be far away. but does it have to feel so distant?
*yourpuppy*
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Dear X,
Just a while longer and then it will be known. Hell it will be known because I can no longer conceal it, and I comprehend it is already getting to that point. Please just a while longer. Thanks
Me
Just a while longer and then it will be known. Hell it will be known because I can no longer conceal it, and I comprehend it is already getting to that point. Please just a while longer. Thanks
Me
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BiBunny
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Disclaimer: I'm about to reveal way more of myself than I should. I apologize in advance. There's a good possibility that I'll remove this in the morning, after the madness of the night is gone. Thanks for understanding.
Dear Ben,
I really shouldn't even be writing this, given the circumstances. But I figure it's better to put it here than to give in to the madness that heats my blood lately and actually send it to you.
I'm a damned fool, but despite everything you've put me through, there hasn't been one second in which I stopped loving you. I stayed away because I thought that's what you wanted, but the truth is, there's not a single waking moment that you're not on my mind. More often than not, you're in my dreams as well. I absolutely have to get this out of my head and onto paper because I simply can't live with it inside me for another day.
I have to see you again. Yes, it's selfish, but I think I'll go crazy if I don't. Please, for God's sake, if you ever had one iota of feeling for me, let me see you again. There's no way I can tell you how I feel without looking in your eyes. I need to see the way you look at me when I tell you; I need you to see that I'm not lying when I tell you I've been dying inside without you.
I have to tell you that sometimes I need to be close to you even more than I need to breathe. I truly believe that I was put on this earth to serve you, and while I can more or less be content not doing it, I'll never really be happy, never really be fulfilled, if I can't spend the rest of my life making sure that you'll never want for a goddamned thing. I'd live out my life in a cardboard box and proudly call it my home as long as you were there with me. Home is where my love and Master is.
I'm not a slave by any stretch of the imagination. The spirit might be willing, but the flesh is weak. But I believe that I have a slave's heart that beats only for you. Do you understand that? I'm not prone to fits of romanticism, and you know that. But what I feel for you--it goes way past romance. It could possibly be insanity. I'm not sure. All I know is that I'd even spend the rest of my life allowing that miserable cow-bitch of a fiancee of yours--whom I hate with every fiber of my being because she makes you miserable, which makes my heart break for you all over again--to spit in my face and hurl nasty insults at me and deprive me of every ounce of human decency just to be able to breathe the same fucking air that you breathe. Insanity? Probably. Devotion? No doubt. I love you, you fat bastard. Is there any way you can possibly deny that?
You've found every dark and private place inside me. Everything inside me that's black and elemental and that I'm abjectly ashamed of, you've seen it. You've reached down in me and touched all those places. You ripped me open, laid me bare, and brought your light to my dark. You weren't afraid of me, of who I am, and what I desire. But the only pure and clean and honest thing I had to offer you was my love. And you're terrified of it, because it touches you in those places that you don't want to admit that you have, either.
There is something about you that touches me. The beautiful and the filthy, the pure and the putrid, the brilliance and the fearful--and the certainty that you were made for me just as surely as I was made for you. You're addicted to me just as much as I'm addicted to you. You can't leave me alone any more than the addict can just lay down the heroine that he craves in his veins. And I can't do it, either. You're two and a half weeks from marrying that sow, and you're terrified because you know there's something inherently wrong with the relationship because while she lies asleep in the wee hours of the night, you're hunched over your laptop with trembling hands, telling your former slave (me) that you miss her, that you've thought about her every day you haven't spoken to her, that you know what it is she needs because you need it yourself.
You used to say that I was Superwoman, and you were my kryptonite. But the truth is, I'm yours as well. You're a good man, and you'd hardly do what you're doing lightly. You're drawn to me in spite of the fact that your entire life would blow up in your face if anyone knew. But you keep falling in deeper and deeper every time you try to walk away from me. You need me as much as I need you, and now that you're having to face it and admit it to yourself, it scares you shitless.
I can only pray for the chance to look you in the eye and tell you this before it's too late. Don't make the biggest mistake of your life because you're terrified. I love you more than my own life, and there's nothing I want more than for you to lock me back into my collar and never let me out again. I want nothing more than to make you happy. I promise you, if I could serve you again, you'd never feel like you feel now--trapped and desperate and needing things you can't have. If you needed something I couldn't provide, I'd seek out someone who could, and it would make me happy to do so. And I'd do it because I love you.
Please, God, please let this man wake up and realize this before it's too late.
~An Aching And Probably Insane Randi
Dear Ben,
I really shouldn't even be writing this, given the circumstances. But I figure it's better to put it here than to give in to the madness that heats my blood lately and actually send it to you.
I'm a damned fool, but despite everything you've put me through, there hasn't been one second in which I stopped loving you. I stayed away because I thought that's what you wanted, but the truth is, there's not a single waking moment that you're not on my mind. More often than not, you're in my dreams as well. I absolutely have to get this out of my head and onto paper because I simply can't live with it inside me for another day.
I have to see you again. Yes, it's selfish, but I think I'll go crazy if I don't. Please, for God's sake, if you ever had one iota of feeling for me, let me see you again. There's no way I can tell you how I feel without looking in your eyes. I need to see the way you look at me when I tell you; I need you to see that I'm not lying when I tell you I've been dying inside without you.
I have to tell you that sometimes I need to be close to you even more than I need to breathe. I truly believe that I was put on this earth to serve you, and while I can more or less be content not doing it, I'll never really be happy, never really be fulfilled, if I can't spend the rest of my life making sure that you'll never want for a goddamned thing. I'd live out my life in a cardboard box and proudly call it my home as long as you were there with me. Home is where my love and Master is.
I'm not a slave by any stretch of the imagination. The spirit might be willing, but the flesh is weak. But I believe that I have a slave's heart that beats only for you. Do you understand that? I'm not prone to fits of romanticism, and you know that. But what I feel for you--it goes way past romance. It could possibly be insanity. I'm not sure. All I know is that I'd even spend the rest of my life allowing that miserable cow-bitch of a fiancee of yours--whom I hate with every fiber of my being because she makes you miserable, which makes my heart break for you all over again--to spit in my face and hurl nasty insults at me and deprive me of every ounce of human decency just to be able to breathe the same fucking air that you breathe. Insanity? Probably. Devotion? No doubt. I love you, you fat bastard. Is there any way you can possibly deny that?
You've found every dark and private place inside me. Everything inside me that's black and elemental and that I'm abjectly ashamed of, you've seen it. You've reached down in me and touched all those places. You ripped me open, laid me bare, and brought your light to my dark. You weren't afraid of me, of who I am, and what I desire. But the only pure and clean and honest thing I had to offer you was my love. And you're terrified of it, because it touches you in those places that you don't want to admit that you have, either.
There is something about you that touches me. The beautiful and the filthy, the pure and the putrid, the brilliance and the fearful--and the certainty that you were made for me just as surely as I was made for you. You're addicted to me just as much as I'm addicted to you. You can't leave me alone any more than the addict can just lay down the heroine that he craves in his veins. And I can't do it, either. You're two and a half weeks from marrying that sow, and you're terrified because you know there's something inherently wrong with the relationship because while she lies asleep in the wee hours of the night, you're hunched over your laptop with trembling hands, telling your former slave (me) that you miss her, that you've thought about her every day you haven't spoken to her, that you know what it is she needs because you need it yourself.
You used to say that I was Superwoman, and you were my kryptonite. But the truth is, I'm yours as well. You're a good man, and you'd hardly do what you're doing lightly. You're drawn to me in spite of the fact that your entire life would blow up in your face if anyone knew. But you keep falling in deeper and deeper every time you try to walk away from me. You need me as much as I need you, and now that you're having to face it and admit it to yourself, it scares you shitless.
I can only pray for the chance to look you in the eye and tell you this before it's too late. Don't make the biggest mistake of your life because you're terrified. I love you more than my own life, and there's nothing I want more than for you to lock me back into my collar and never let me out again. I want nothing more than to make you happy. I promise you, if I could serve you again, you'd never feel like you feel now--trapped and desperate and needing things you can't have. If you needed something I couldn't provide, I'd seek out someone who could, and it would make me happy to do so. And I'd do it because I love you.
Please, God, please let this man wake up and realize this before it's too late.
~An Aching And Probably Insane Randi
minx1
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dear x
Thankyou for having the strength of character to take this on. It's not something thats done lightly even if you do joke about it! Seriously, many would shy away from it. You never fail to amaze me and last night took my breath away.
Me
Thankyou for having the strength of character to take this on. It's not something thats done lightly even if you do joke about it! Seriously, many would shy away from it. You never fail to amaze me and last night took my breath away.
Me
sinnocence
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Dear X,
I hope this never ends...that it's all eternal.
Love always,
me
I hope this never ends...that it's all eternal.
Love always,
me
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Dear voice:
You come back here THIS INSTANT, young lady! You get yourself back to where you belong, or there's going to be hell to pay! While you're off galavanting, I'm sitting here at home, losing money because of your partying ways!
Anyone have any lozenges? Blargh.
You come back here THIS INSTANT, young lady! You get yourself back to where you belong, or there's going to be hell to pay! While you're off galavanting, I'm sitting here at home, losing money because of your partying ways!
Anyone have any lozenges? Blargh.
LittleJade
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Dear endicia.com
if websites had dicks I would blow you for days.
I feel that way about gravitypope.com
HottieMama
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Dear Ass...
Thank you for shrinking.
Love...the rest of me.
Thank you for shrinking.
Love...the rest of me.
D
Daddy2mylilgirl
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Dear kitten,
you are good at knowing when something is bothering me. A little TOO good.
But that just makes me love you that much more.
Love,
Daddy
you are good at knowing when something is bothering me. A little TOO good.
But that just makes me love you that much more.Love,
Daddy
graceanne
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Dear Mac Grey Washing Machine,
Spin faster, harder and longer please. You are slacking.
When you slack, the clothes remain far more saturated than they should be. Your shitty spin cycle means that the dryer will need twice as much time to dry all 8 loads of laundry.
I have OTHER chores which require my time. If you don't get on the ball, I will feed you cheap ass dollar store detergent until you choke and I will withhold that sweet smelling lavendar sented fabric softener that you seem to enjoy so much.
I'll boycott your ass all together and do these clothes in half the time at the Delken up the street. Keep it up, you useless little fucker. Go ahead. I dare you.
*screams with laughter*
I'm gonna copy this letter and put it next to my washer, to keep it in line.
speaking of which - I gotta go put the wash through another spin cycle. *grr*
@}-}rebecca----
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Testimonial
To Whom It May Concern,
I haven't looked back since I purchased the Orgasmatron 3000 : semi glazed smile :
signed
Rebecca Stepford
To Whom It May Concern,
I haven't looked back since I purchased the Orgasmatron 3000 : semi glazed smile :
signed
Rebecca Stepford
doveofserenity
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To Whom It May Concern,
I haven't looked back since I purchased the Orgasmatron 3000 : semi glazed smile :
signed
Rebecca Stepford
That last label should be "Holy sheeeetttttttssssssss, fuck me running".
DeservingBitch
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Dear Netz,Dear endicia.com
if websites had dicks I would blow you for days.
Could you please not induce poor innocent bystanders in believing that you're directing them to some great hot porn site only to realize that what makes you so hot is some postage printing online service?
Love,
DB
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