RedHairedandFriendly
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Red's Thread - come in and read a bit, post a bit, and lick a bit... okay... alot!!!
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RedHairedandFriendly
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It's a beautiful and decadent place...and would be my pleasure...
I'm sure you would be a fine guide. 
MrFantasyMan
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Niether have I, perhaps we could get him to show us the sites.
Me too ... I've made plans several times to go there but never made it
It is not his arm I want to twist, nor would I twist too hard.
my arms would be quite busy...
...the beauty of the ocean and you "charming" women......does have an appeal...
RedHairedandFriendly
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my arms would be quite busy...
As do you. Very much so. I'm off to work, you both have a lovely day and if you find a moment to think of a friendly redhead, would you pick me to be the one you think of.
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I'm off to work, you both have a lovely day and if you find a moment to think of a friendly redhead, would you pick me to be the one you think of.
always...
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Hopefully more than just your arms ...............my arms would be quite busy...
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Why do you think I was making those funny noises in my sleep the other night?
I'm off to work, you both have a lovely day and if you find a moment to think of a friendly redhead, would you pick me to be the one you think of.
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Definitely notwas that ever in doubt?...
RedHairedandFriendly
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Why do you think I was making those funny noises in my sleep the other night?
And you told me you didn't remember.
You made some excellent noises while you slept. Made me jealous!
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You'll have to record me in March ... maybe it'll inspire a story!And you told me you didn't remember.
You made some excellent noises while you slept. Made me jealous!
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You'll have to record me in March ... maybe it'll inspire a story!
Hell woman. If you could have heard yourself! lol... I looked over at you to make sure you were alone in bed!
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Eeks ... maybe I need to record myself for some inspiration!Hell woman. If you could have heard yourself! lol... I looked over at you to make sure you were alone in bed!
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Eeks ... maybe I need to record myself for some inspiration!
You just may want to do that.
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a rant,... and a story
I'm about to "blurt, and I sincerely hope y'all can forgive this...what is likely to be a rambling ranting expulsion of moods and feelings...intrusion.
You woke things up in me I thought long dormant. I don't know whether to bless you, or curse you, for it. One conversation, and you breach every wall, every defense, reach in and tweak the force-field on the deepest of my hidden places. Short circuiting at jaw dropping speed.... The pieces clicking together, meshing, humming into vibrating life once again--the Tempest , breathing in building breezes and thick grey clouds, before I could even register all that was happening--the waves peaking white hot, washing over me, sucking the air from my body, leaving me helplessly adrift, awash and urgently struggling, trying to catch a breath...a grip...
Something. ANYTHING.
Tossed and turned, end over end,...hot, cold,...lost, found, ....save me, let me drown.
The only recourse left me was to take your hand; You, my only way out of what you started. Torrent sensation, relentless, clashing with fragmented logic; reason fleeing like a rabid deserter....and i hated you for it.
Whisked, gasping and shaking from one form of drowning...into yet another.
Your arms,and broad chest a shelter...a cradle. Your voice, spreading over me, through me, like a balm; smoothing frayed reason, piqued nerves, and my exposed "self." Enveloped, your deep, melodic timbre enwrapping me more fully than your arms. My head against your chest, feeling the rise and fall of your breathing. The warmth of you permeating me, banishing the chill in my body. Slowly the roar in my ears subsides. The sound of your heartbeat, comes through the fog, pulsing a beckoning rhythm.
"New born," I clung to you.
*lost in thoughts....
(now speaking to "you",...the reader)
You know, looking back,... hating, and loving, this experience....perhaps some things are worth the pain. But only just. I'm thinking this is one of those.
I fell head over heels in love with this man.....He believed in me, wanted me to be ALL I could be--and wasnt afraid of any of it. None of me, in all my strengths and weaknesses, challenged/threatened his masculinity. We exuberantly complimented each other. A first for me.--I can only guess as to His experiences....
....In another time, another place...there could have been something. But facts were...I wasn't going anywhere. But , God how i loved that man...Who, male or female, wouldn't love someone that believed in you...Empowered you...uplifted you...quashed Nothing about you, accepted shaped and loved it ALL?-hmm?
What's funny, is...I could not, and cannot still, say it was "the marrying" kind of love. If, in that other time and other place, a marriage between us had happened, Im sure it would have worked out...and quite well.--but, the love for that man, isnt the love I have for and with my husband.
--Does that shock you?...and which point?, that I'm married?...or that those deep, permeating, overwhelming kind of loves, can be different. (?)
It was a first for me, too.
Unfortunately, this tale ends,...badly. I made a mistake--I gave what I felt was an urgent message, for him, to his girlfriend. She lied. She admited, to me, she lied...deliberately.--and that she,deliberately...over -reacted.
He believed the lies of his over-imaginative girlfriend/fiance' he will never marry...over what he knew of me.--and he knew me better than most anyone else on the planet. Not in the general...where did you drow up, what's your favorite color (etc.) type knowledge...but that deep, inner knowledge of really "knowing" someone.
In his defense...you need to know that I (a) had broken all contact with him 4 months prior-- you see...people began noticing "something new" about me. Everyone, everywhere--family, friends, "barely-acquainted-with"neighbors, to complete strangers....would stop me, tell me I was "Radiant"...that I "Glowed"...that I "looked like a woman in love." That last one caused "record scratching", gasp and trip.
*visons of Miss Congeniality, when Sandra Bullock is coming out of the Hanger after her "Miss America Make-over"....complete with "Mustang Sally"....plays in her head....
Yes, hubby noticed too; all this began to affect my strained marriage. I have children, so...*leaves that hanging....
Have you ever "loved"...so much that you would truely...sacrifice-things, even self, to preserve the other?
Odd logic? Perhaps...but it's the same "logic" he used to explain why he will never marry his Girlfriend.--and since when has Love, been Logical?
and finally to (b)...the "messasge" I gave was...odd. I have always seen things before they happen. Just vague images, no real time lines or anything. I call it my "gift/curse"--this "message" was one of those.
I had "sat on it" for months...not knowing how to approach him with it--how he'd take it....
So, I just kept sitting on it...trying to ignore it.
After I broke off contact...I missed him so much it was palpable--and began having nightmares about Him, and the message; Nightly,...for months.(one of the ways I know it's not "just me"...but , more than that)
I couldn't take either one any longer...and gingerly re-established contact.
It definitely was alot "cooler" than previously; and understandably so. The nightmares continued. I worked up the courage to just throw the message out there and take the consequences. Only problem was...He hadn't spoken to me for over a week--busy man that He is.
After a particularly bad night of nightmares...I decided I HAD to tell him now.
I waited...and waited...........and waited.
Three more days.
His GF was online chatting to me all the time; we were friends. (at least, I thought we were.)
I finally said Hey, I have something for you to tell Jack that wont make sense...
...then I changed my mind.
She coaxed it out of me. One piece at a time, poking and prying until I just told her the message.--Yah...I'm an idiot...I know that already.
She, of course, flipped.
It took me another hour to calm her down....and still no sign of him anywhere during it all.
....or after.
I saw him one day and asked to talk to him. He was stiff, distant...cold.
I knew then how he'd taken it.(though I didn't yet know she had lied) He summarily dismissed me. I haven't heard from Him since...
I cried or days...and don't remember much of that week; nothing but the black,... the draft, ...and the lingering chill....
I continued in "friendship" with his GF. More often than not after He cut it off...she would pump me for information reguarding his and my conversations and "level of friendship." I would give generalizations, but truthful answers. I wasn't really wanting to talk about it. She would ask me what to do -- I would help her solve the problems she was having...with him, and in general.
One day she admitted, almost gleefully, that she had lied to him about what I'd said...and that she'd over -reacted, and ragged him about it (the message, and our(his and my) level of friendship) until, basicly, he was drained.
I sat, incredulous; listening as she unfolded what amounted to her deliberate, calculated sabatogue.
What could be done?...Nothing. What was done, was done.
The contact between she and I became sporadic. Most each time it was her asking me to help her understand him, be better for him; and, each time,...I helped her.
After I had told her all I would do, she stopped contacting me, too.
All I can do is hope good comes of it all...for everyone; and try to hang on to what I learned with Him.
Hang on to the good, fogive the bad.....That's all anyone can do...right?
** all the emotions expressed in this tale are very real ones.....I'll leave it up to you to decide whether the tale is real, or fictionary.
~WMW
I'm about to "blurt, and I sincerely hope y'all can forgive this...what is likely to be a rambling ranting expulsion of moods and feelings...intrusion.
You woke things up in me I thought long dormant. I don't know whether to bless you, or curse you, for it. One conversation, and you breach every wall, every defense, reach in and tweak the force-field on the deepest of my hidden places. Short circuiting at jaw dropping speed.... The pieces clicking together, meshing, humming into vibrating life once again--the Tempest , breathing in building breezes and thick grey clouds, before I could even register all that was happening--the waves peaking white hot, washing over me, sucking the air from my body, leaving me helplessly adrift, awash and urgently struggling, trying to catch a breath...a grip...
Something. ANYTHING.
Tossed and turned, end over end,...hot, cold,...lost, found, ....save me, let me drown.
The only recourse left me was to take your hand; You, my only way out of what you started. Torrent sensation, relentless, clashing with fragmented logic; reason fleeing like a rabid deserter....and i hated you for it.
Whisked, gasping and shaking from one form of drowning...into yet another.
Your arms,and broad chest a shelter...a cradle. Your voice, spreading over me, through me, like a balm; smoothing frayed reason, piqued nerves, and my exposed "self." Enveloped, your deep, melodic timbre enwrapping me more fully than your arms. My head against your chest, feeling the rise and fall of your breathing. The warmth of you permeating me, banishing the chill in my body. Slowly the roar in my ears subsides. The sound of your heartbeat, comes through the fog, pulsing a beckoning rhythm.
"New born," I clung to you.
*lost in thoughts....
(now speaking to "you",...the reader)
You know, looking back,... hating, and loving, this experience....perhaps some things are worth the pain. But only just. I'm thinking this is one of those.
I fell head over heels in love with this man.....He believed in me, wanted me to be ALL I could be--and wasnt afraid of any of it. None of me, in all my strengths and weaknesses, challenged/threatened his masculinity. We exuberantly complimented each other. A first for me.--I can only guess as to His experiences....
....In another time, another place...there could have been something. But facts were...I wasn't going anywhere. But , God how i loved that man...Who, male or female, wouldn't love someone that believed in you...Empowered you...uplifted you...quashed Nothing about you, accepted shaped and loved it ALL?-hmm?
What's funny, is...I could not, and cannot still, say it was "the marrying" kind of love. If, in that other time and other place, a marriage between us had happened, Im sure it would have worked out...and quite well.--but, the love for that man, isnt the love I have for and with my husband.
--Does that shock you?...and which point?, that I'm married?...or that those deep, permeating, overwhelming kind of loves, can be different. (?)
It was a first for me, too.
Unfortunately, this tale ends,...badly. I made a mistake--I gave what I felt was an urgent message, for him, to his girlfriend. She lied. She admited, to me, she lied...deliberately.--and that she,deliberately...over -reacted.
He believed the lies of his over-imaginative girlfriend/fiance' he will never marry...over what he knew of me.--and he knew me better than most anyone else on the planet. Not in the general...where did you drow up, what's your favorite color (etc.) type knowledge...but that deep, inner knowledge of really "knowing" someone.
In his defense...you need to know that I (a) had broken all contact with him 4 months prior-- you see...people began noticing "something new" about me. Everyone, everywhere--family, friends, "barely-acquainted-with"neighbors, to complete strangers....would stop me, tell me I was "Radiant"...that I "Glowed"...that I "looked like a woman in love." That last one caused "record scratching", gasp and trip.
*visons of Miss Congeniality, when Sandra Bullock is coming out of the Hanger after her "Miss America Make-over"....complete with "Mustang Sally"....plays in her head....
Yes, hubby noticed too; all this began to affect my strained marriage. I have children, so...*leaves that hanging....
Have you ever "loved"...so much that you would truely...sacrifice-things, even self, to preserve the other?
Odd logic? Perhaps...but it's the same "logic" he used to explain why he will never marry his Girlfriend.--and since when has Love, been Logical?
and finally to (b)...the "messasge" I gave was...odd. I have always seen things before they happen. Just vague images, no real time lines or anything. I call it my "gift/curse"--this "message" was one of those.
I had "sat on it" for months...not knowing how to approach him with it--how he'd take it....
So, I just kept sitting on it...trying to ignore it.
After I broke off contact...I missed him so much it was palpable--and began having nightmares about Him, and the message; Nightly,...for months.(one of the ways I know it's not "just me"...but , more than that)
I couldn't take either one any longer...and gingerly re-established contact.
It definitely was alot "cooler" than previously; and understandably so. The nightmares continued. I worked up the courage to just throw the message out there and take the consequences. Only problem was...He hadn't spoken to me for over a week--busy man that He is.
After a particularly bad night of nightmares...I decided I HAD to tell him now.
I waited...and waited...........and waited.
Three more days.
His GF was online chatting to me all the time; we were friends. (at least, I thought we were.)
I finally said Hey, I have something for you to tell Jack that wont make sense...
...then I changed my mind.
She coaxed it out of me. One piece at a time, poking and prying until I just told her the message.--Yah...I'm an idiot...I know that already.
She, of course, flipped.
It took me another hour to calm her down....and still no sign of him anywhere during it all.
....or after.
I saw him one day and asked to talk to him. He was stiff, distant...cold.
I knew then how he'd taken it.(though I didn't yet know she had lied) He summarily dismissed me. I haven't heard from Him since...
I cried or days...and don't remember much of that week; nothing but the black,... the draft, ...and the lingering chill....
I continued in "friendship" with his GF. More often than not after He cut it off...she would pump me for information reguarding his and my conversations and "level of friendship." I would give generalizations, but truthful answers. I wasn't really wanting to talk about it. She would ask me what to do -- I would help her solve the problems she was having...with him, and in general.
One day she admitted, almost gleefully, that she had lied to him about what I'd said...and that she'd over -reacted, and ragged him about it (the message, and our(his and my) level of friendship) until, basicly, he was drained.
I sat, incredulous; listening as she unfolded what amounted to her deliberate, calculated sabatogue.
What could be done?...Nothing. What was done, was done.
The contact between she and I became sporadic. Most each time it was her asking me to help her understand him, be better for him; and, each time,...I helped her.
After I had told her all I would do, she stopped contacting me, too.
All I can do is hope good comes of it all...for everyone; and try to hang on to what I learned with Him.
Hang on to the good, fogive the bad.....That's all anyone can do...right?
** all the emotions expressed in this tale are very real ones.....I'll leave it up to you to decide whether the tale is real, or fictionary.
~WMW
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LMTO....*uhm, nice avatar?...*giggles....
..."Oh to lick, perchance to ...*add verb here*...(*hehe)
oh how my mind does wander.....
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LMTO....*uhm, nice avatar?...*giggles....
..."Oh to lick, perchance to ...*add verb here*...(*hehe)
oh how my mind does wander.....
Well, let your mind wander over to me then. Hello. Maybe I should say I dropped in to lick alot
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*giggles...Thank you, (I dont think I could have stopped anyway...*Slow smile~), and, this is good to know...
*Nutbucks Turbo Tongue...Now On Deck. All Wiggle...(and moan)
RedHairedandFriendly
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WMW.... true or not, for me your story is eerily similar to my life and the past couple years I have lived. You can have a different love than the love you have for your husband. I know it. I have had it.
You can have a different love than the love you have for your husband. I know it. I have had it.
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*Nutbucks Turbo Tongue...Now On Deck. All Wiggle...(and moan)
On deck and then in the hole to use baseball terminology
[/QUOTE]oh and what a batting stance...free hand even...*Chuckles
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