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Still waiting to be someone's princess. Sigh.....

I didn't know that was a thing! I love beards!

And your ass….promise😉

I don't think men are capable of doing that anymore.

I badly need a good hard, rough me up kinda sex session

Damn me too!

Lust

Why is every man I meet unable to maintain an erection and keep me satisfied? I feel i need to ask the question, can you fuck, before I date you.

I need a man to take me and fuck me hard from behind. I love doggy style sex and no one wants to give it to me. What's wrong with men?

Reblog if you’re STD FREE

This is actually more important than all of the freak, nasty, and sex filled porn post on here. Hopefully this gets a lot of Reblogs. Know your status

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Love this dress!

Sexy and Classy 😍😍😍

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He found her again by complete accident. 18 years later at the county fair, judging the pie competition, there she was. Still sweet, fiery, still wearing her bright dresses. He couldn’t believe his eyes, had to look twice just to be sure. When she saw him she laughed and gave him a big hug.

“Wow, it’s you!” he said, almost lifting her up from the ground. “I can’t believe you’re here. How long has it been?”

“I don’t know…20 years? Maybe?” She looked down and away, twisting her hands and suddenly shy. There was no ring on her finger but that didn’t mean much these days.

“So where are you? How are you? The last I knew you were graduating college, you know…” The faded memories were suddenly bright between them. There was so much to talk about and he said so.

“Yes,” she agreed. “I have to finish this now and then stay to help my grandmother with her chickens. Maybe help me load her flock up later this afternoon?”

He agreed eagerly and left her to the pie competition. He didn’t leave right away though, watching her smile, her movements…feeling that old ache come back. Wondering that he could still feel that way, wondering what it meant to find her here…again…after all this time.

Later on he helped her with the chickens and treated her at the church supper tent. They sat together on the old rickety bench like they were 19 again. Sometimes their legs touched briefly and he noticed she didn’t pull away.

“O this is as good as I remember,” she said, digging into the meatloaf. “Mmmmm, hasn’t changed a bit.” 

“You haven’t changed much either. Still as beautiful as I remember.” He said it sincerely, without bitterness, and he saw her face relax. With that he gently led the conversation forward. They talked for hours, stumbling over everything that came spilling out. Life was harsh, they both agreed. It had been a divorce for one, a death for the other. Children, moving, no job then a job, surgeries, tight times and plush times. All the same things for both, just different timing. They laughed and cried together until the mosquitoes came out and pushed them into his truck on the edges of the fairgrounds. There he touched her hand for the first time again and stole a kiss…again.

Three weeks later found them in the same truck, bumping their way to his grandfathers cabin in the hills. He held her hand as he drove, occasionally looking over to see her nervous smile. He understood. They had talked about this.

“I’m not 19 anymore,” she had said. “I’m not either,” he had replied. “And I’m glad. I would hope to give you something even better than I could back then.”

Night fell softly around the cabin. He purposefully eased her fears, pacing his desire to overwhelm her worries. Time passed on the couch, kissing her long enough to make up for the years of their lost kisses. Then to the bedroom where he ate her til she screamed for him, then fucking her like it was the first time all over again. She clutched at him with everything- hands, legs, pussy- and he stayed inside, determined to burn her pain away with his cock.

Afterwards he showered her and brushed her hair. She was relaxed now and completely at ease, sitting on the edge of the tub. Bright eyes met his and they laughed, starting to form their own jokes again already.

“Eeeep!”, she said, suddenly. She had stood up quickly without her towel and saw her reflection in the dark window. “I thought there was someone out there for a second. I forget how many windows this place has.”

He chuckled and came to her softly, enfolding her in a gentle kiss.

“There’s no one around here but us, baby, for miles. And if there was someone looking in, all they would see is a beautiful sight.”

She ran her fingers into his hair and pulled him close.

‘No one has ever talked to me like you do. I didn’t appreciate it back then. I’m sorry.” Now there were tears in her eyes. He kissed them softly.

“If anything, baby, I didn’t talk to you enough. Get ready because I’ll never shut up now.”

He waited until there was a smile in her eyes and he kissed her again, swaying together, murmuring softly to each other, lost in the comfort weaving around them.

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Great response! I'm glad you didn't leave that opportunity to correct him on what a D/S is. I would hate to meet him.

Been reading ur blog. U need to stop calling urself a dom. All this lovey crap makes real doms sick. A sub is not for respecting and loving. A sub is for using and thats what they like. Its fine that u love ur girl, just dont call urself a dom. Real doms show dominance, use there sub and leave her laying like the cunt slut she is. Bein all sweet, and all that does is give her power over u, which makes u not a dom.

Hi there, Anon. I almost didn’t even dignify this with a response, but I think you’ve actually given me a good opportunity to say something that new doms need to know, so kudos to you. 

First and foremost, let’s establish something right here and now: You don’t get to tell me what I am, and you are damn sure not the leading authority on what does and does not constitute a dominant. For the record, I didn’t wake up one day and decide to be a dom. I never even thought of myself that way until I met belovedsangi 10 years ago. I always had the characteristics of a dom, sure, but I didn’t ever put that title on myself. That title was given to me by my submissive. SHE is the one who wanted to call me Master, and Sir, and sometimes Daddy. I never told her to do these things. But of course, you probably think I am making your point for you and that if I were a REAL domly dom, I would’ve demanded those things. 

And that’s where you have a fundamental issue understanding the meaning of the title. So let me help you with that. 

A dom does not demand respect. He conducts himself in such a way as to be worthy of respect. 

A dom does not bark commands. His presence is such that he can seduce and command with nothing more than a glance. 

A dom does not raise his voice. He is the kind of man who gets what he wants without needing to. 

A dom is not a braggart. He is possessed of a calm, quiet confidence that is evident in his demeanor, the way he walks, the tone of his voice, and all other aspects of him. 

A dom understands balance. He knows that while a firm hand and discipline are critical in this type of relationship, knowing when to be gentle and understanding is every bit as important. 

A dom is a gentleman first and foremost. That doesn’t necessarily mean that he is a fancy man who values the finer things in life, but he does understand manners and protocol. He opens the car door for her. He orders for her if she is having trouble deciding. He treats strangers with courtesy and respect. 

A dom is a protector. He makes sure that his submissive feels safe and protected at all times. This means so much more than just telling her you will protect her. A dom shows her. He keeps a hand on her shoulder or on her waist in crowds so she doesn’t get nervous. He sleeps on the side of the bed closest to the door so that he is always between his submissive and an intruder. He walks on the side of the sidewalk closest to the street so that an errant vehicle will hit him before his submissive. If anything or anyone should threaten his submissive, he must be prepared to fight for her with the ferocity of an alpha wolf. 

A dom earns her submission. It is not a thing to be demanded, expected, or assumed. And he continues to earn it, each and every day.  

A dom values her submission. Fully submitting your will and trusting your body and well-being to someone takes a kind of strength most can’t imagine, and a dom never loses sight of that. 

A dom understands that being a dominant is 10% privilege and 90% responsibility. He is literally taking her life into his hands. He is accepting the most sacred and important thing she has to give. He is taking her burdens and bearing them as his own, always, every day. 

A dom is consistent. He understands that he can’t just be her protector, lover, confidant, master, etc. when he feels like it. There will be days when a dom is tired. There will be days when he is stressed. There will be days when he is broken. On those days, it is more important than ever for a dom to show his submissive that he is still everything she needs him to be. 

So what does it mean, then, to be a dom? I get the feeling that you, anon, would say that it’s all about making her kneel, having your way with her, shouting orders and using her. Helpful hint: Any jackass can buy himself a whip and bark commands. That’s not a dom. Don’t get me wrong, I do absolutely have my way with belovedsangi. I love it when she kneels. I love the kinky, rough, mind-blowing sex we have. I love to dominate her in the bedroom. But for every moment of that, there are a hundred moments of holding her, of talking to her, laughing with her, gaming with her. There are a hundred moments of making her feel safe when she is afraid, giving her confidence when she is unsure, comforting her when she feels troubled. Those are all things that a dominant does too. 

I love my submissive more than I love oxygen. I love my submissive with a fire that can never be extinguished. I value her and respect her in every way. I treat her like a queen and fuck her like a slave. These things don’t make me weak. They don’t make me less of a dominant. These things make me stronger than you can possibly imagine. There is nothing quite so formidable as a dominant who has found the perfect submissive to fuel his fire. Never will you see anyone love so strongly or fight so fiercely. 

Bottom line, Anon, is this: you sound like a boy playing at being a man. You decided one day that you were sick of women having willpower and a voice of their own, so you decided to call yourself a dominant and seek out some weak-willed submissive who wouldn’t talk back to you or stick up for herself. You are not a dom. You are a jackass with a whip. Classic case of toodomforyou.

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If you are an empath or highly sensitive individual, it can seem like your personal world is continually invaded by the energy and feelings of those around you. This can wear you down and drain you of your own life force if you are not careful, which is why it is so vital to utilize all of the coping mechanisms discussed below.

Your giving nature and highly attuned senses are gifts to this world, but without proper care, they run the risk of being lost. If you’re an empath, I urge you to keep this list close at hand for those times when the outer universe is harming your inner universe.

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What Are Some Of The Dark Lessons That Life Showed You?

Answer by William Beteet 

The more you care about someone’s opinion of you, the less they think of you.

Your unwillingness to make a mistake is the biggest mistake

Most people will never accomplish their dreams, and most who do are still not happy

People’s perception of you is more important than reality, perception is what makes someone guilty not the facts

If you’re a minority man, you will be handicapped on online dating (Go talk to women in real life)

We tend to value people who don’t think we’re important and take for granted those who do

People spend their entire lives wishing they were older until the day they spend the rest of their lives wishing they were younger

The world could become a utopia but most people won’t be happy because their minds won’t let them be

One day you will never be able to hear your loved one’s voice again - so call them today!

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I want to love you, really I do. The connection we have is extraordinary, and we both prefer tea over coffee. But I’ve felt the heartbreak. I’ve been witness to the shattering of friendships, loss of friends, loneliness of the aftermath. And I can’t go through it again. So call me self-destructive. But I’m not the type to risk it all when I just taped my soul back together.

j.e.b. ((about being afraid to love.))

Is this wrong?

We have never met, yet I can see into your soul. We talk on the phone and when it is late and we're both tired, neither of us wants to be the first to say goodbye. I listen to your breathing, your voice as it softens and deepens, producing a velvety softness I yearn to hear in my ear. You don't know it yet, but I'm falling for you. You say things that are slightly risqué. Are you hoping to hear a naughty invitation? I pretend I don't know what you're talking about. Do you know that? You become quiet and make an almost inaudible sound. I asked, "Are you okay?" Suddenly I suspect you are touching yourself, and again I hear the same noise. The heavy silence is embarrassing and erotic at the same time. I wish I was there with you. Our friendship is complicated. We were never meant to cross paths. Our lives have been so different. One painful bad decision on the part of our spouses has brought ud together. We have leaned on each other for support and cried tears. Neither deserving of the pain their affair has caused our families, we find ourselves drawn to each other in more than just friendship. Are we making a terrible mistake? Without saying the words, we know that when we meet, it will be a passionate love affair. Is this so wrong?

People will hate you, rate you, break you, and shake you. How strong you stand is what makes you.

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Three questions: What do you imagine when you think about your life without me? What about without her? Which thought makes you more sick?

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The Tramp

Well, I'm going through a divorce. This is my second time. I don't understand why, but he stopped being a husband and long time ago. Within two months, he had met another woman, who is married, and moved her into the house. She has nothing to offer, except sex. I found out when her husband contacted me. My kids know it and haven't said anything to me. My sister-in-law knew too. Most people would call her a tramp for moving into a home of a man when both are married to someone else. The surprising realization is that it is my husband who is the tramp.