Sybilrose - Far Above Rubies

[TheBloozeMan]

Thank you! I bookmarked Sarge's space and e-mailed little J's space to my kid

Gotta go and pack a few things. NG and I are going away for the weekend



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You know what? I hope this weekend turns into the grandest thing you ever experienced. Not just as NG's wife. The cooker of his food, the darner of his socks. Not as life giver to the kid, life like breath alive. But life like the spirit that her Mom is. Can you pass that on, I believe you can.

My hope is for you to experience the maximum, NG will prop your legs over his shoulders and pound your pussy until you are begging him to quit. "No, No, oh God NO!! Jesus, I am going to be sick..." And yet he will fuck you, beyond any thought of how much you could be fucked. You will fear for your life as you wrap you legs around him and give him permission...

fuck me.
Fuck me!
Oh God, please fuck me.
No, don't stop...
Fuck me...
Keep fucking me.
You're killing me...
Fuck me to death lover...
Fuck me to death.

I want to hear about you walking out to the swimming pool in a bikini, your walk tender, careful... the lips of your pussy are raw. You have just been fucked beyond an inch of your life.

You take a big breath. It happened. You are speechless. Just the thought of what he just did to you sends paroxizm's of pleasure to your clit.

And as he kisses you - he has kissed you for years, and although you know that he knows your sound. You kiss him back... brain burning, trying to find a way to let him know with your kiss that he is the man.

There is no substitute... you want him to know that. Beyond him there is empty. You won't consider it. And you give him permission...

Yes... Do it, please...

I hope NG fucks your brains out this weekend. I hope your kid pokes you in the ribs and whispers... Mawm!! YOU screamed last night...

I hope NG walks around with his shoulders squared, the muscular bulk of him sitting easy on his frame, and the the sight of him sends you into convulsions. There is no air for you, not until he takes you, spends himself inside you, and leaves you gaping and gasping and cum oozing from your tortured cunt.

That is what I wish for you, as you pack for your weekend.

I want you to come back here and with a cup of coffee in your hand, and with a sheepish, impish grin, tell us that you "...never could hold your coffee."

Why do I sit here and squirm? Why is it that my belly spins? Why is it that my cock is swollen beyond anything before, swollen until it aches? It is the thought of you, twisting and gasping beneith me that spurs me on...

Come on...

Fuck me, you cunt!!

Teach me a lesson...
Fuck me...

 

[Galene]

Jayzus Chief! Be nice now or I'll never get packed

Er... you got one little detail wrong.... we are NOT taking the kid along.... no sirreeeee, she stays with the grandparents!!


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[Beam_of_lite]

You know what? I hope this weekend turns into the grandest thing you ever esperienced. Not just as NG's wife. The cooker of his food, the darner of his socks. Not as life giver to the kid, life like breath alive. But life like the spirit that her Mom is. Can you pass that on, I believe you can.

My hope is for you to experience the maximum, NG will prop your legs over his shoulders and pound your pussy until you are begging him to quit. "No, No, oh God NO!! Jesus, I am going to be sick..." And yet he will fuck you, beyond any thought of how much you could be fucked. You will fear for your life as you wrap you legs around him and give him permission...

fuck me.
Fuck me!
Oh God, please fuck me.
No, don't stop...
Fuck me...
Keep fucking me.
You're killing me...
Fuck me to death lover...
Fuck me to death.

I want to hear about you walking out to the swimming pool in a bikini, your walk tender, careful... the lips of your pussy are raw. You have just been fucked beyond an inch of your life.

You take a big breath. It happened. You are speechless. Just the thought of what he just did to you sends paroxizm's of pleasure to your clit.

And as he kisses you - he has kissed you for years, and although you know that he knows your sound. You kiss him back... brain burning, trying to find a way to let him know with your kiss that he is the man.

There is no substitute... you want him to know that. Beyond him there is empty. You won't consider it. And you give him permission...

Yes... Do it, please...

I hope NG fucks your brains out this weekend. I hope your kid pokes you in the ribs and whispers... Mawm!! YOU screamed last night...

I hope NG walks around with his shoulders squared, the muscular bulk of him sitting easy on his frame, and the the sight of him sends you into convulsions. There is no air for you, not until he takes you, spends himself inside you, and leaves you gaping and gasping and cum oozing from your tortured cunt.

That is what I wish for you, as you pack for your weekend.

I want you to come back here and with a cup of coffee in your hand, and with a sheepish, impish grin, tell us that you "...never could hold your coffee."

Why do I sit here and squirm? Why is it that my belly spins? Why is it that my cock is swollen beyond anything before, swollen until it aches? It is the thought of you, twisting and gasping beneith me that spurs me on...

Come on...

Fuck me, you cunt!!

Teach me a lesson...
Fuck me...

For Cripes Sake Chief...I finally got showered and dressed an NOW all I can think about is ripping my clothes off...
DAM YOU....DOUBLE DAM YOU
Bastard

 

[TheBloozeMan]

Jayzus Chief! Be nice now or I'll never get packed

Er... you got one little detail wrong.... we are NOT taking the kid along.... no sirreeeee, she stays with the grandparents!!

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Cool. That is good. Now you can fuck your man without having to explain to your progeny why it is that he pleasures you so.

Here, I dare you. Tell us what he does to you. Explain to us the aching scream deep, deep, inside you. Tell us how he reaches it, that tortured somewhere deep inside you and releases it. Opens the doors to its cell. Tell us about that. Or does the thought of it, the thought of your lover, overwhelm you and leave you totally encapable of even the simplest form of communication.

Damn, it is Friday night... and you are going a partying... I hope you are afraid to sneeze when you return...

$

 

[TheBloozeMan]

Heavens!

I was a nasty little bugger this morning...

It must be the full moon...

$

 

[Many Feathers]

Here...here...

Cool. That is good. Now you can fuck your man without having to explain to your progeny why it is that he pleasures you so.

Here, I dare you. Tell us what he does to you. Explain to us the aching scream deep, deep, inside you. Tell us how he reaches it, that tortured somewhere deep inside you and releases it. Opens the doors to its cell. Tell us about that. Or does the thought of it, the thought of your lover, overwhelm you and leave you totally encapable of even the simplest form of communication.

Damn, it is Friday night... and you are going a partying... I hope you are afraid to sneeze when you return...

$

Couldn't agree more. And so "we" double-dare ua Ran.!

 

[Many Feathers]

And speaking of...

Heavens!

I was a nasty little bugger this morning...

It must be the full moon...

$

"full moons" good night for a dip in the hot-tub.

 

[DiJiT]

Couldn't agree more. And so "we" double-dare ua Ran.!

...and now "we" TRIPLE DARE you

 

[Beam_of_lite]

Heavens!

I was a nasty little bugger this morning...

It must be the full moon...

$

Full Moon....oh yeah did you hear me howling last night?

 

[Beam_of_lite]

I finally have a day off tomorrow

Getting up early to meet some of Mav's college buddies for Brunch.

 

[TheBloozeMan]

...and now "we" TRIPLE DARE you

Ooo, a double dare was pushing it. But a triple dare? She's liable to tell us all to go pound sand...

$

 

[TheBloozeMan]

I finally have a day off tomorrow

Getting up early to meet some of Mav's college buddies for Brunch.

Man, you are just full of good news.

Enjoy the day off. You most certainly have it coming. Meeting Mav's friends sounds fun. This sounds like an adventure of sorts in that getting up early and brunch seldom are used in the same sentence.

And tell us all little Bit, what is it that had you howling at the Moon?

$

 

[MaverickMan]

Happy Sunday morning Blooze!

We're both up early this fine autumn morning. I just put a roast in the slow cooker for dinner tonight. And Beam and I are going to spend the day doing something outside to enjoy the weather.

Hope you have a wonderful day.

 

[Beam_of_lite]

Man, you are just full of good news.

Enjoy the day off. You most certainly have it coming. Meeting Mav's friends sounds fun. This sounds like an adventure of sorts in that getting up early and brunch seldom are used in the same sentence.

And tell us all little Bit, what is it that had you howling at the Moon?

$

Well he might go by the name MaverickMan...but I call him MagicMan..I also call him Wicked prick when he gets me howling at the moon

Trying to get eyes in focus so I can find my way to the shower...can't be meeting Mav's friends looking like something the cat dragged in

Morning Chief...Morning family

 

[elron77]

Well he might go by the name MaverickMan...but I call him MagicMan..I also call him Wicked prick when he gets me howling at the moon

Trying to get eyes in focus so I can find my way to the shower...can't be meeting Mav's friends looking like something the cat dragged in

Morning Chief...Morning family

WP does have a certain ring to it

Hello Everyone

Hope you are all enjoying a great weekend!


poof!

 

[DiJiT]

Good Morning Family!!

I'll leave you with something nice and fun for today

Hope you like it

http://youtube.com/watch?v=20tv1oKDFn8

 

[Beam_of_lite]

WP does have a certain ring to it

Hello Everyone

Hope you are all enjoying a great weekend!


poof!

I tend to have a trucker vocabulary in the heat of the moment

Beautiful day here after brunch we took a drive to Longpoint Lake

 

[Many Feathers]

Great pics Beam!

Beautiful!


And as Halloween is almost upon us....guess what I've been doing?

 

[Beam_of_lite]

Beautiful!


And as Halloween is almost upon us....guess what I've been doing?

Someone has been keeping there hands VERY BUSY!!!

The kitty one is adorable

 

[Many Feathers]

Lol...

Someone has been keeping there hands VERY BUSY!!!

The kitty one is adorable

Yeah I had to quit for today...my hands were going numb!

But did "Kat" for Ran...thought she'd like that one. I'll try and get some better photos of them for Halloween when I light them all up outside.

 

[Beam_of_lite]

Yeah I had to quit for today...my hands were going numb!

But did "Kat" for Ran...thought she'd like that one. I'll try and get some better photos of them for Halloween when I light them all up outside.

You an Anna dressing up?

 

[Many Feathers]

No...

You an Anna dressing up?

Unfortunately, she'll be at work. So just me treating (and tricking) the kids.

 

[Beam_of_lite]

Unfortunately, she'll be at work. So just me treating (and tricking) the kids.

Yeah I'll be at work too...sucks...

 

[TheBloozeMan]

I will have both vehicles parked close together in the driveway, and the porch and kitchen lights will be out. Unless they know the house they won't be able to see the front door. The idea is to present the impression that "no one is home."

I am a bit of a scrooge when it comes to Halloween. Part of it is a complete lack of comprehension in what there is to celebrate along these lines. Another one is that we are in a neighborhood where families truck their kids in, turn 'em loose and pick 'em up at the other end of the street. That pisses me off.



Isn't that awful?

Aw well. That sure is a hell of job you do with the Pumpkins MFeathers! I agree with the Beamer - the cat is the best, but the others are great also.



Chore day today.

uh, it is Monday isn't it?

Oh yeah, got to be. Church yesterday - pulled through.

Headed into the dumpers again and I can't figure out why. I got a booklet from the Hospice that took care of Anne. The guy is writing about the state of mind a year after a loss such as Anne. It kind of torques me out that I am so "normal". He managed to describe pretty much what is going on in my head most of the time. That, coupled with the mathmatical fact that half the people that ever got married and didn't get divorced, had their marriages end the way mine did, or it will. Half... how common.

"Yeah, but we were different."

"Uh huh..."

"Well, we were."

Time. That's what they all say. Time, it just takes time.

Did I ever tell you how much I hate time? I mean gravity is a pisser, and I ain't got much use for intertia, but time takes the cake.

And El will tell me I need to get out, breath fresh air, let the sun shine on me, meet people.

And Ran will stamp her foot, and with her hands on her hips and one eye squinted, tell me to knock it off and get with the program.

And the Beamer will tell me, "Hang in there Chief. You'll be okay. Remember how gloriously lucky you were and be thankful for that."

I know guys... I know.

It will pass is all I can say. Its like the sniffles. Buy some kleenex and cook up some chicken soup... I'll be okay.

***

Now see, isn't this wierd? See what happens when you just turn it loose and type what is running around in your head. Like one of Unix' famous core dumps. It's called the "Blue Screen of Death" in Windows.

In my mind I see all the little Monopoly guys emptying their coffee cups and packing up and heading home after having said "fuck it" and shut the computer down.

"There he goes again..."

"Well I ain't hanging around for this shit - call me if there's a problem."

"Fuck you... I'm going home too."

"Who's gonna run the plant?"

"Who care's? Put it on autopilot and we'll try to straighten it out tomorrow."

"Good enough... have a good one."

"You too."

And they scram the plant, drive the rods to the floor. They turn on the standby feed water pump to cool the core fast - don't want an incident. And shaking their heads, they turn out the lights.

lmao...

Welcome to the diary of a mad man...

I'm okay. Really. Just one of those days. Were I of the feminine persuasion you'd suggest that I take a Midol and put my feet up.

$

 

[Beam_of_lite]

I will have both vehicles parked close together in the driveway, and the porch and kitchen lights will be out. Unless they know the house they won't be able to see the front door. The idea is to present the impression that "no one is home."

I am a bit of a scrooge when it comes to Halloween. Part of it is a complete lack of comprehension in what there is to celebrate along these lines. Another one is that we are in a neighborhood where families truck their kids in, turn 'em loose and pick 'em up at the other end of the street. That pisses me off.



Isn't that awful?

Aw well. That sure is a hell of job you do with the Pumpkins MFeathers! I agree with the Beamer - the cat is the best, but the others are great also.



Chore day today.

uh, it is Monday isn't it?

Oh yeah, got to be. Church yesterday - pulled through.

Headed into the dumpers again and I can't figure out why. I got a booklet from the Hospice that took care of Anne. The guy is writing about the state of mind a year after a loss such as Anne. It kind of torques me out that I am so "normal". He managed to describe pretty much what is going on in my head most of the time. That, coupled with the mathmatical fact that half the people that ever got married and didn't get divorced, had their marriages end the way mine did, or it will. Half... how common.

"Yeah, but we were different."

"Uh huh..."

"Well, we were."

Time. That's what they all say. Time, it just takes time.

Did I ever tell you how much I hate time? I mean gravity is a pisser, and I ain't got much use for intertia, but time takes the cake.

And El will tell me I need to get out, breath fresh air, let the sun shine on me, meet people.

And Ran will stamp her foot, and with her hands on her hips and one eye squinted, tell me to knock it off and get with the program.

And the Beamer will tell me, "Hang in there Chief. You'll be okay. Remember how gloriously lucky you were and be thankful for that."

I know guys... I know.

It will pass is all I can say. Its like the sniffles. Buy some kleenex and cook up some chicken soup... I'll be okay.

***

Now see, isn't this wierd? See what happens when you just turn it loose and type what is running around in your head. Like one of Unix' famous core dumps. It's called the "Blue Screen of Death" in Windows.

In my mind I see all the little Monopoly guys emptying their coffee cups and packing up and heading home after having said "fuck it" and shut the computer down.

"There he goes again..."

"Well I ain't hanging around for this shit - call me if there's a problem."

"Fuck you... I'm going home too."

"Who's gonna run the plant?"

"Who care's? Put it on autopilot and we'll try to straighten it out tomorrow."

"Good enough... have a good one."

"You too."

And they scram the plant, drive the rods to the floor. They turn on the standby feed water pump to cool the core fast - don't want an incident. And shaking their heads, they turn out the lights.

lmao...

Welcome to the diary of a mad man...

I'm okay. Really. Just one of those days. Were I of the feminine persuasion you'd suggest that I take a Midol and put my feet up.

$

You goofy wonderful man....I read your words an a part of me wants to cuddle you to my chest like a small child..run my fingers threw your hair an say "shhh shh it will be OK." You just can't kill off the mother part of me..

Another part of me wants to grab your hand an say "Come on there is a whole world left to explore...start the car..lets go on an adventure."

Wish I could do both

Your too far away to do to do either...

UNLESS you want to take a road trip

Holding you in my thoughts my friend...