The Isolated Blurt BDSM Thread

[FungiUg]

Well, who said receiving phone calls can't be fun? Of course, she'd probably not answer in the hope that they'd ring back.

Scary thought... AA has read my stories! Eeeek!

 

[AngelicAssassin]

Of course, she'd probably not answer in the hope that they'd ring back.

Lends a whole new meaning to the redial button, doesn't it.

 

[Krinaia]

i dunno, i don't want to get the buttons all sticky... at least not the buttons on my phone...

but if someone wants to listen while i orgasm, like they did last night, who am i to stop them?

 

[FungiUg]

My god! You mean you're not practicing SAFE phone sex and putting a condom on the phone? *shock horror*

 

[Etoile]

Well, aren't you special! lol What'd you say?

Heh! I didn't reply to him at all. In fact I was careful not to actually spell out his name so he can't search this thread for himself. I don't want him to know I noticed his message at all! (After all, I am deluged every day with hundreds of PMs telling me how gorgeous I am...oh wait, that's my other account!)

Well, I suppose there's a first time for everything, including me agreeing with the "certain troll".

Heh! Why thank you, Fungi. Now, are you still stalking me, or have the tables turned?

A troll with taste. This just in, a snowball hurtled into Hell today...

Y'know, I thought I noticed some piggies in the air today...

And which of his/her split personalities thought you hot?

See, that was the thing that surprised me. There was no trace of malice or taunting in the message at all. (I'm not reposting it verbatim because that's against the rules, but I summarized it pretty well.) I figure it's either a completely new person running the account, or he has completely forgotten that I frequently hang out in a place where he trolls...

 

[FungiUg]

Why thank you, Fungi. Now, are you still stalking me, or have the tables turned?

Let's go with the latter approach. Now of course, that involves you sending me explicit pics of yourself in action...

(Of course, then I will start getting pics of you delivering the mail, or in the kitchen cooking, or cleaning, or... damn, I forgot to specify SEXUAL action!)

 

[graceanne]

Heh! I didn't reply to him at all. In fact I was careful not to actually spell out his name so he can't search this thread for himself. I don't want him to know I noticed his message at all! (After all, I am deluged every day with hundreds of PMs telling me how gorgeous I am...oh wait, that's my other account!)


Heh! Why thank you, Fungi. Now, are you still stalking me, or have the tables turned?


Y'know, I thought I noticed some piggies in the air today...


See, that was the thing that surprised me. There was no trace of malice or taunting in the message at all. (I'm not reposting it verbatim because that's against the rules, but I summarized it pretty well.) I figure it's either a completely new person running the account, or he has completely forgotten that I frequently hang out in a place where he trolls...

Actually he's sent me PM's similar to yours. With my last av he said "is that you? If it is you're very sexy.' I just PM'd back with a thank you and told him it wasn't me. We exchanged a few more PM's and he was very nice. Frankly, it was weird, so I was pretty gaurded, so the PM's didn't last very long. Quite frankly that was back when he was trolling on a near weekly basis, so I know he had to recognize my name. *shrugs*

 

[Sir_Winston54]

How - and why - is it that people will immigrate to a country, live there for years (and often, years and years and years!), and be proud that they are unable to speak the language, and refuse to try to learn it?

If a country is good enough - enough better than one's native country - that one wishes to live there and moves there, would it not be sensible to at least learn enough of the language to get by in stores and restaurants, etc., rather than insisting that the business establishment have someone there who speaks the language of the country one left?

 

[D's mariposa]

I miss Scotland. Sometimes I just want to go home, even if it means I might run into the Sperm Donor or his Hellspawn.

 

[graceanne]

I miss Scotland. Sometimes I just want to go home, even if it means I might run into the Sperm Donor or his Hellspawn.

*hugs*

 

[D's mariposa]

Thanks.. *big old hugs* The weather and bronn's stuff in WD's answer thread sort of kicked me in the memory today. (Yes bronn, I know Murtaugh's Strand is in Ireland, but the coasts there and on Skye are similar in their stark beauty. Don' get yer breeks inna twis' ye wee laddie...)

 

[WriterDom]

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation. Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside. The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.

Love'n'lollypops, charliechuckxxxx Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man n the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene. One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it. In his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words. Days and weeks passed. One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone. Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."

Epilogue: There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations. Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled. If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can't buy. "Today is a gift, that's why it is called the present."

 

[D's mariposa]

Listen babe, that was NOT rude and I did not slice and dice you.. YET Keep it up (if you can!) and you'll get a demonstration of what rude really is.

 

[AngelicAssassin]

D's mariposa

Looky who just became http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-8/363868/fw.jpg

We forgot to present you with the other award by the way ... http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-8/363868/FWinTng.jpg X 10.

 

[D's mariposa]

ROFL.. Thanks! I think. My next goal is to catch up with you, and then ADR. And Gee, it only took me 3 years to get this far!

Cherries anyone?

 

[AngelicAssassin]

ROFL.. Thanks! I think. My next goal is to catch up with you, and then ADR. And Gee, it only took me 3 years to get this far!

Cherries anyone?

You're shooting too low. Your real target should be MissT.

No thanks, but i'll take a peach if you have one.

D ... put down that pineapple before you scare us all into the giggles.

 

[D's mariposa]

Peachy keen...

If I tried to catch C and F by January 1rst, I'd have to post aproximately 22.4 times a day between now and then. FU would be 25.1 times a day. You'd be 24.8 times a day. ADR would be 29.7 posts a day. Catching MissT would be 68.2 times a day. The poster with with the mosts posts that comes to mind right away is Gusty Wind, at 79,749 posts. That'd be 274.4 posts a day. And that's only if you peeps give me a chance to catch up! I'm gonna be busy. And worried, as D just came in from the grocery store with an artichoke...

 

[AngelicAssassin]

One phrase came to mind ...

And worried, as D just came in from the grocery store with an artichoke...

Damn ... that's going to hurt.

 

[D's mariposa]

Yeah buddy. I'm hoping it's just for dinner, NOT dessert.

 

[AngelicAssassin]

Yeah buddy. I'm hoping it's just for dinner, NOT dessert.

Or dip. D's Guacamole just doesn't have the same ring.

 

[D's mariposa]

That's an avocado you're thinking of now. And those are a lot less scarier than an artichoke, I think. No, I didn't mean that as a challenge, AA. Step away from the kitchen please.

 

[A Desert Rose]

On a scale from 1 to 10, 10 being best...

it'll be a 9 for golf today, or so the weather channel tells me.

I have a golf date and tee time! Maybe I can pretend to play really shitty and get some lessons from him.

So I say....

FORE

to you all! (in my golf lingo, that's bye!)

 

[Sir_Winston54]

<snip>Maybe I can pretend to play really shitty and get some lessons from him.
<snip>[/<snip>]

Get some lessons from him on the front nine, then gradually pick up the pace and play at your normal level on the back, and be all amazed at how much he taught you in such a short time...

 

[AngelicAssassin]

That's an avocado you're thinking of now. And those are a lot less scarier than an artichoke, I think. No, I didn't mean that as a challenge, AA. Step away from the kitchen please.

Actually it's a BDSM avocado. Something about that choke just ... sings. And you'd be wise to keep me out of the kitchen. Bill Murray is an infant compared to what i have in mind. Shall we start with the turkey baster, or a wooden slotted spoon?

 

[Marquis]

Twins!