You can now call me the bionic single Dom
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wanderingbrat
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Richard49 said:
this brat not going no where........
wanderingbrat
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FurryFury said:I'm sorry to hear that. Y'all seemed to be so happy and having so much fun.
Fury
thanks FF...
.He cant get rid of me that easy lol.
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Richard49 said:
..straightening my halo...
mio?
wanderingbrat
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you no that your kinky wh
You know you are kinky when ...
... You hear about a Bridal Fashion Show to be held in your town, and
you think, "Cool! I've always wanted to see what pony gear looks like
ON someone!"
... Your entire Music collection consists of music you can Scene to.
... You give a new song a rating of 65....it's got a good beat and
you can squirm to it.
... You start to salivate and get aroused as you pass the local
candle factory.
... You always smell like Yankee Candle's Scent-Of-The- Month.
... Canning season gets you *really* excited.
... You see a sign in front of a house that reads, Chairs Caned, and
you think to yourself, "Gee, some people are BLATANT about being out.
YKIOKIJNMK"
... You see a sign in front of a house that reads, Chairs Caned, and
you stop to see if the poor Dom/me needs a PERSON to cane.
... Citibank calls you because someone used your credit card to make
a huge purchase at a tack shop in another state, and they know that
you live in a metropolitan area and don't own a horse.
... You make your vacation destination decisions based on that area's
Assault and Battery, Consent, and Sexual Deviance laws.
... Your Avon Representative politely informs you that the company
has no plans to make that Eau de Leather scent you have been
pestering them about.
... Your idea of Fantasy Island looks far more like "Exit to Eden"
than anything they showed on TV.
... They know you by name, size, and favorite colors at *four* local
leather shops.
... You need an 18-wheeler to haul all your toys to a party.
... Your son's Boy Scout Troop thinks you are way cool because you
helped them earn their merit badge for knot tying.
You know you are kinky when ...
... You hear about a Bridal Fashion Show to be held in your town, and
you think, "Cool! I've always wanted to see what pony gear looks like
ON someone!"
... Your entire Music collection consists of music you can Scene to.
... You give a new song a rating of 65....it's got a good beat and
you can squirm to it.
... You start to salivate and get aroused as you pass the local
candle factory.
... You always smell like Yankee Candle's Scent-Of-The- Month.
... Canning season gets you *really* excited.
... You see a sign in front of a house that reads, Chairs Caned, and
you think to yourself, "Gee, some people are BLATANT about being out.
YKIOKIJNMK"
... You see a sign in front of a house that reads, Chairs Caned, and
you stop to see if the poor Dom/me needs a PERSON to cane.
... Citibank calls you because someone used your credit card to make
a huge purchase at a tack shop in another state, and they know that
you live in a metropolitan area and don't own a horse.
... You make your vacation destination decisions based on that area's
Assault and Battery, Consent, and Sexual Deviance laws.
... Your Avon Representative politely informs you that the company
has no plans to make that Eau de Leather scent you have been
pestering them about.
... Your idea of Fantasy Island looks far more like "Exit to Eden"
than anything they showed on TV.
... They know you by name, size, and favorite colors at *four* local
leather shops.
... You need an 18-wheeler to haul all your toys to a party.
... Your son's Boy Scout Troop thinks you are way cool because you
helped them earn their merit badge for knot tying.
One ... Two ...
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damn that feels betta lol x ya ave a wicked sense of humour Rich x absolutely neva change it!
lmao hey no fair! I wasnt ready! Hope ya hear this anywayRichard49 said:
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damn that feels betta lol x ya ave a wicked sense of humour Rich x absolutely neva change it!wanderingbrat
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Auntie Screamer
"For those of us who came of age in BDSM in the computer age, there seems to be some discrepancies between the realities and the fantasies of this lifestyle. I'm your Auntie Screamer, and I'm here to help clear those up for you. Pay attention. I'm only going to say this once.
------
No one can keep up a 24/7 lifestyle for long without a break for comedy relief, and a swift dose of kids, family, work and car problems.
No man has an erection continuously. Unless they're priaptic, in which case, a doctor's visit is in order.
There is such a thing as PMS, and no amount of Domming is going to make it go away.
A chainsaw is not a sex toy.
Your cyber safeword is the off button on the front of your computer. Use it.
There *is* going to be a time when you don't feel like having sex. It *does* happen. Prepare yourself mentally for it.
24/7 is not a myth. 24/7 in chains, naked and kneeling, is.
There will come a time when you see your Dominant scratching himself, belching and in need of a shower. Prepare yourself for that as well.
No one understands your collar but you. Showing it off at Safeway isn't exactly a statement.
Eventually, you're going to have to take those cuffs off to take the kids to the doctor. Get used to it.
Speaking of doctors, tell yours what you're into, or be prepared to deal with social services on a regular basis.
You really don't need another flogger. What you need is a new microwave and a pair of hundred dollar tennis shoes for your teenager. Know when to say "when" to the toy bag.
Don't walk away from your friends. You might well need them later, when your dream Dominant turns into a frog.
If you want something, ask. Ask respectfully, ask in role, ask in good faith. But ask. If you don't, chances are, you ain't gonna get it.
Don't believe everything you read, especially if it comes from John Norman.
Just because the screen name says Master doesn't mean he is one.
Find a way to orgasm without BDSM. You may need that someday.
This ain't always all about sex. Don't expect to get a nut every time you play. Then you won't be disappointed when it happens to you. Orgasms are nice, but not mandatory.
People are not always nice. You will not play at every party you attend. You will get hurt nonconsensually sometimes.
Your Dominant is not a mind reader.
Forever is not as long as you might think. Sometimes, it's just until she/he changes her/his mind, again.
The Mistress is not always dressed in thigh high boots and stockings. The Dominant does not always have his flogger nearby. Sometimes, it's time for sweat pants and hot cocoa.
An argument is not the end of the world. Not resolving it, however, might be.
Sometimes, a f*ck is just a f*ck. A beating is just a beating. And a kiss is just a kiss. Enjoy it, remember it, and move along.
I hope you've enjoyed your dip in the reality pool. Wipe your feet before going back in the house, and don't drip on my new parquet floors.
Auntie Screamer, RealityVixen at large"
"For those of us who came of age in BDSM in the computer age, there seems to be some discrepancies between the realities and the fantasies of this lifestyle. I'm your Auntie Screamer, and I'm here to help clear those up for you. Pay attention. I'm only going to say this once.
------
No one can keep up a 24/7 lifestyle for long without a break for comedy relief, and a swift dose of kids, family, work and car problems.
No man has an erection continuously. Unless they're priaptic, in which case, a doctor's visit is in order.
There is such a thing as PMS, and no amount of Domming is going to make it go away.
A chainsaw is not a sex toy.
Your cyber safeword is the off button on the front of your computer. Use it.
There *is* going to be a time when you don't feel like having sex. It *does* happen. Prepare yourself mentally for it.
24/7 is not a myth. 24/7 in chains, naked and kneeling, is.
There will come a time when you see your Dominant scratching himself, belching and in need of a shower. Prepare yourself for that as well.
No one understands your collar but you. Showing it off at Safeway isn't exactly a statement.
Eventually, you're going to have to take those cuffs off to take the kids to the doctor. Get used to it.
Speaking of doctors, tell yours what you're into, or be prepared to deal with social services on a regular basis.
You really don't need another flogger. What you need is a new microwave and a pair of hundred dollar tennis shoes for your teenager. Know when to say "when" to the toy bag.
Don't walk away from your friends. You might well need them later, when your dream Dominant turns into a frog.
If you want something, ask. Ask respectfully, ask in role, ask in good faith. But ask. If you don't, chances are, you ain't gonna get it.
Don't believe everything you read, especially if it comes from John Norman.
Just because the screen name says Master doesn't mean he is one.
Find a way to orgasm without BDSM. You may need that someday.
This ain't always all about sex. Don't expect to get a nut every time you play. Then you won't be disappointed when it happens to you. Orgasms are nice, but not mandatory.
People are not always nice. You will not play at every party you attend. You will get hurt nonconsensually sometimes.
Your Dominant is not a mind reader.
Forever is not as long as you might think. Sometimes, it's just until she/he changes her/his mind, again.
The Mistress is not always dressed in thigh high boots and stockings. The Dominant does not always have his flogger nearby. Sometimes, it's time for sweat pants and hot cocoa.
An argument is not the end of the world. Not resolving it, however, might be.
Sometimes, a f*ck is just a f*ck. A beating is just a beating. And a kiss is just a kiss. Enjoy it, remember it, and move along.
I hope you've enjoyed your dip in the reality pool. Wipe your feet before going back in the house, and don't drip on my new parquet floors.
Auntie Screamer, RealityVixen at large"
wanderingbrat
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Richard49 said:
ut ohh what i do now......??
Richard49
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Dating Younger Women
Dating a younger woman
By Michael Kramer
Have you ever seen an older man dating a much younger woman and thought to yourself, “Oh, yeah. I know why they’re together”?
Well, maybe you don’t. Because I thought I knew, too—until I became one of those older men.
Katie and I met last year, when I was 41 and she was… here goes: 22. As in, one year over the legal drinking age. Contrary to the jokes my friends made, I did not meet Katie while I was buying Girl Scout cookies or waiting outside a junior high. Katie and my friend Joel are co-workers, and we met at one of his parties. We hit it off right away.
Obviously, there was an age gap, but at first, neither of us realized how much. Thankfully, it’s still considered rude to ask someone’s age when you first meet them. (The older I get, the more I appreciate that bit of social etiquette.)
Now, before you dismiss me as some old geezer trying to rationalize dating someone nearly half his age, let me just add that she asked me out. And, as luck would have it, I have this little policy that when fun, attractive women ask me out, I say yes.
What other people were saying about us…
The second we began dating, though, my friends started in with the jokes. They ranged from mild teasing (“Is she impressed that you have a car?” and “Are you sure she’s not just using you to buy her alcohol?” and “Which is her favorite Teletubby?”) to outright hostility (“What the @#?!&$ are you doing?!”).
The best was when they’d run the numbers. “When you were her age, she was in diapers!” and “Do you realize you’re closer in age to her mother than you are to her?” and “When she’s your age, you’ll be 61!” But despite what my friends were saying, Katie’s friends were saying worse. They had reduced her to a gold-digger and me to a drooling, aged sugar daddy. I repeatedly dismissed their comments, believing instead that given my genuine connection with Katie, our age difference didn’t really matter.
The difference a yearbook made
Until, that is, Katie showed me her high-school yearbook… from 2002! Her yearbook is dedicated to the victims of 9/11. (Did I mention she graduated in 2002?!) It was the first time I had ever looked through a yearbook and couldn’t mock the hair and clothes as being out of date.
In my high school yearbook, kids are wearing shirts from REO Speedwagon and the J. Geils Band concerts. Katie’s classmates are wearing shirts that said Eminem and The White Stripes. It made me wonder whether everyone was right and I did have issues. Was I going through a midlife crisis? Was it true that all men have creepy fantasies about dating women half their age?
“Am I having a midlife crisis?”
But the more I thought about it, the more I felt sure that age wasn’t a factor in my dating choices. I mean, it’s not like I have a pattern of dating much younger women. My previous girlfriends were all around my age.
It turns out Katie had been wracking her brain, too, trying to figure out whether she had daddy issues. But prior to me, she had only dated guys within her age range. Ultimately, we came to realize that what people were saying revealed more about them than about us. Our relationship had become a Rorschach test of their own prejudices and insecurities—and of our culture’s preconceptions about what my mom politely refers to as “May-December romances.”
The truth is, the older I get, the more shocked I am to be my age. It’s as though time kept moving forward, and I simply didn’t notice. When I hear an oldies station play “Start Me Up,” to me, that’s a new Rolling Stones’ song. But in other ways, I feel far surer of myself than I did at 21. And if age has taught me anything, it’s that life is too short to miss the opportunity of being with someone you like just because society makes assumptions about your relationship.
After six months of dating, Katie and I split up. While I’ll admit that age did play a part — some lack of compatibility had to do with being at different stages in our lives — it was less of a factor than the issues similar-aged couples face, like differences in personalities and religion. In the end, unlike the salacious explanations our friends gave, we started dating for the right reasons and ultimately broke up for the right reasons.
So the next time you see an older man with a younger woman or an older woman with a younger man walking by on the street and you’re trying to figure out why they’re together, remember: They might actually just like each other. (Or, of course, he might actually be her dad.)
Michael Kramer is an Emmy-nominated writer in Los Angeles.
Dating a younger woman
By Michael Kramer
Have you ever seen an older man dating a much younger woman and thought to yourself, “Oh, yeah. I know why they’re together”?
Well, maybe you don’t. Because I thought I knew, too—until I became one of those older men.
Katie and I met last year, when I was 41 and she was… here goes: 22. As in, one year over the legal drinking age. Contrary to the jokes my friends made, I did not meet Katie while I was buying Girl Scout cookies or waiting outside a junior high. Katie and my friend Joel are co-workers, and we met at one of his parties. We hit it off right away.
Obviously, there was an age gap, but at first, neither of us realized how much. Thankfully, it’s still considered rude to ask someone’s age when you first meet them. (The older I get, the more I appreciate that bit of social etiquette.)
Now, before you dismiss me as some old geezer trying to rationalize dating someone nearly half his age, let me just add that she asked me out. And, as luck would have it, I have this little policy that when fun, attractive women ask me out, I say yes.
What other people were saying about us…
The second we began dating, though, my friends started in with the jokes. They ranged from mild teasing (“Is she impressed that you have a car?” and “Are you sure she’s not just using you to buy her alcohol?” and “Which is her favorite Teletubby?”) to outright hostility (“What the @#?!&$ are you doing?!”).
The best was when they’d run the numbers. “When you were her age, she was in diapers!” and “Do you realize you’re closer in age to her mother than you are to her?” and “When she’s your age, you’ll be 61!” But despite what my friends were saying, Katie’s friends were saying worse. They had reduced her to a gold-digger and me to a drooling, aged sugar daddy. I repeatedly dismissed their comments, believing instead that given my genuine connection with Katie, our age difference didn’t really matter.
The difference a yearbook made
Until, that is, Katie showed me her high-school yearbook… from 2002! Her yearbook is dedicated to the victims of 9/11. (Did I mention she graduated in 2002?!) It was the first time I had ever looked through a yearbook and couldn’t mock the hair and clothes as being out of date.
In my high school yearbook, kids are wearing shirts from REO Speedwagon and the J. Geils Band concerts. Katie’s classmates are wearing shirts that said Eminem and The White Stripes. It made me wonder whether everyone was right and I did have issues. Was I going through a midlife crisis? Was it true that all men have creepy fantasies about dating women half their age?
“Am I having a midlife crisis?”
But the more I thought about it, the more I felt sure that age wasn’t a factor in my dating choices. I mean, it’s not like I have a pattern of dating much younger women. My previous girlfriends were all around my age.
It turns out Katie had been wracking her brain, too, trying to figure out whether she had daddy issues. But prior to me, she had only dated guys within her age range. Ultimately, we came to realize that what people were saying revealed more about them than about us. Our relationship had become a Rorschach test of their own prejudices and insecurities—and of our culture’s preconceptions about what my mom politely refers to as “May-December romances.”
The truth is, the older I get, the more shocked I am to be my age. It’s as though time kept moving forward, and I simply didn’t notice. When I hear an oldies station play “Start Me Up,” to me, that’s a new Rolling Stones’ song. But in other ways, I feel far surer of myself than I did at 21. And if age has taught me anything, it’s that life is too short to miss the opportunity of being with someone you like just because society makes assumptions about your relationship.
After six months of dating, Katie and I split up. While I’ll admit that age did play a part — some lack of compatibility had to do with being at different stages in our lives — it was less of a factor than the issues similar-aged couples face, like differences in personalities and religion. In the end, unlike the salacious explanations our friends gave, we started dating for the right reasons and ultimately broke up for the right reasons.
So the next time you see an older man with a younger woman or an older woman with a younger man walking by on the street and you’re trying to figure out why they’re together, remember: They might actually just like each other. (Or, of course, he might actually be her dad.)
Michael Kramer is an Emmy-nominated writer in Los Angeles.
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Ice Cream
many life times ago I was involved in the alternative family movement
I taught at that time
a weekend class/smiar/workshop entitled
"Pathways to Sensuality"
each step of the event reguared first one person to give and than the switch
no one could say "no"
only softer/harder ... etc.
It ended in a Roman meal ... everyone naked and food a plenty
the catch was
maybe it should read
the catches were
1) you could not feed yourself
2) you could not verbally ask for anything
anywho
back to the ice cream
what always happened
was someopne became a plate/bowel
and eat off them/their body
many life times ago I was involved in the alternative family movement
I taught at that time
a weekend class/smiar/workshop entitled
"Pathways to Sensuality"
each step of the event reguared first one person to give and than the switch
no one could say "no"
only softer/harder ... etc.
It ended in a Roman meal ... everyone naked and food a plenty
the catch was
maybe it should read
the catches were
1) you could not feed yourself
2) you could not verbally ask for anything
anywho
back to the ice cream
what always happened
was someopne became a plate/bowel
and eat off them/their body
wanderingbrat
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Richard49 said:
ummm do ya just like me..or are you my dad????
*runs away ..quickly..*
