The Isolated Blurt BDSM Thread
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A Desert Rose
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Sir_Winston54 said: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...
I kinda took your advice. ;-D
Thanks!
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I want SOLID food dammit. I want something with taste and flavor! Stupid hole where the tonsils used to be, with stupid stitches and stupid "clear liquid diet" crapola.
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Flirting with ADR is so much fun. I think I'll make it my new hobby.
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snowy ciara said:
I'm game for it!!!
I'll bring the ice cream. ;-)
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YAY!!! I'll bring the chocolate sauce...
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and, she has great taste in ice cream. She probably knew of the Breyer's Reeses's peanut butter cup flavor before it came out.
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All right, Spring is officially here - so why was yesterday's high 78, and today's 47? 
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WriterDom said:
Please, contain your enthusiasm.
LOL
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Why are people so stupid?
THE COURT: You need to look at that piece of evidence that the State wants that to be evidence in the case. If you object to that being evidence in the case, you need to tell me that, and tell me why you object to that being evidence in the case.
DEFENDANT: Objecting, meaning --
THE COURT: Meaning you have some objection to it. If you don’t think it was found on your person, you think it wasn’t properly tested, you think it wasn’t marijuana -- I don’t know what your objection might be.
DEFENDANT: I don’t know.
THE COURT: Well, I’ll admit it into evidence, then.
THE COURT: You need to look at that piece of evidence that the State wants that to be evidence in the case. If you object to that being evidence in the case, you need to tell me that, and tell me why you object to that being evidence in the case.
DEFENDANT: Objecting, meaning --
THE COURT: Meaning you have some objection to it. If you don’t think it was found on your person, you think it wasn’t properly tested, you think it wasn’t marijuana -- I don’t know what your objection might be.
DEFENDANT: I don’t know.
THE COURT: Well, I’ll admit it into evidence, then.
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Sir_Winston54 said:
some people are truely troubled...
i'm glad he won't burn puppies though
i think someone should suggest he burn a picture of some one bad or really annoying - like president bush or alf or carrot top or a fraggle.... yah that would be hilarious.... better yet, a fraggle rock action figure!
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Bandit58 said:I'm going home to Master on Monday.........WOOOPEEEE!!!!!
*sorry just HAD to yell it to the world*
Very cool! hugs I think I told you once before, but you know, you have a lovely backside.
I have been chatting to Master on Yahoo and He keeps blurting out "Is it Monday yet?" Even the thought of going to speedway tonight isn't distracting Him.....
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She stands behind the tall, ladder-backed stool he is in, her chin resting lightly at the collar of his shirt and her arms looped under his to fall at his waist, both thumbs overlapping right at his navel.
"I need you," she says simply, voice low and soft and surprisingly unassuming, and he can feel her mouth working the words against his shoulder. They take on a new meaning at times like this, nothing at all like the hot breath against his throat when her hands press his hips into a wall and fumble with the button on his jeans. They go from passion and quickhurryfinish to something of possession and surrender that's more sensual than necessarily sexual. It could just as easily be a bath or a backrub or a nap on the extra-wide couch in the front room, the one that's always warm from the afternoon sun.
He flips the page of his magazine. "Now?"
"For starters." She sounds amused. She tilts her head to kiss his neck, then leaves it that way, resting her cheek against his shoulder. "Come upstairs."
"We've got all day." It is four o'clock in the afternoon. They fucked five hours ago, and he has only been awake for six.
"That's the point." And then her hand moves and she's holding him there, her hand curled tightly in the hair at the nape of his neck. She tilts his head back just hard enough to hurt, and pulls a sickly thrill up his spine along with it. He feels her mouth press into his hair for a moment, not quite a kiss. "Come upstairs." Her voice is warmer this time.
He doesn't realize he's closed his eyes until they are open again. But by then she is gone, and the places on his neck and stomach where her hands rested are cold.
It could be a bath or a backrub, or it could just as easily be something else entirely.
He goes.
"I need you," she says simply, voice low and soft and surprisingly unassuming, and he can feel her mouth working the words against his shoulder. They take on a new meaning at times like this, nothing at all like the hot breath against his throat when her hands press his hips into a wall and fumble with the button on his jeans. They go from passion and quickhurryfinish to something of possession and surrender that's more sensual than necessarily sexual. It could just as easily be a bath or a backrub or a nap on the extra-wide couch in the front room, the one that's always warm from the afternoon sun.
He flips the page of his magazine. "Now?"
"For starters." She sounds amused. She tilts her head to kiss his neck, then leaves it that way, resting her cheek against his shoulder. "Come upstairs."
"We've got all day." It is four o'clock in the afternoon. They fucked five hours ago, and he has only been awake for six.
"That's the point." And then her hand moves and she's holding him there, her hand curled tightly in the hair at the nape of his neck. She tilts his head back just hard enough to hurt, and pulls a sickly thrill up his spine along with it. He feels her mouth press into his hair for a moment, not quite a kiss. "Come upstairs." Her voice is warmer this time.
He doesn't realize he's closed his eyes until they are open again. But by then she is gone, and the places on his neck and stomach where her hands rested are cold.
It could be a bath or a backrub, or it could just as easily be something else entirely.
He goes.
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