DarkWarrioress
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She penned a note back.
Dear Glad,
I would be happy to discuss this with you. I am intrigued to find out what you have in mind. PM me with the idea or catch me on YM?
As ever,
Cait
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She penned a note back.
Dear Glad,
I would be happy to discuss this with you. I am intrigued to find out what you have in mind. PM me with the idea or catch me on YM?
As ever,
Cait
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Journal Entry~
Everyone has an opinion and a voice. That's one of the things this country gives us. It's more than a lot of others have. I am not going to wade into a public argument. Yes, we get into them here. Someone explodes. Another climbs up on their soapbox. Even on a damn porn site. Why? Because we're people with thoughts, feelings and imaginations. That said. My two cents worth on tonight. My thoughts are written here, in my space because they aren't open for debate. They are, just that, MY THOUGHTS. We're all entitled to those, thoughts.
Our country has a system. It's not the best, it doesn't always work as it should. There are too many damn bleeding heart liberals that love to increase our national deficit and squeal bloody murder when someone comes along and tries to get us out of it.
There are those people who will always work the system. Looking to get a buck without having to work for it. There are no excuses for it.
Healthcare is a service. It is not a right. People decided to go into medicine to provide a service, to be of service to other humans, because they care. Today they still care, they have to be to put in those grueling hours and get paid so little for it.(ETA: Let me clarify, there are a lot of people in the medical profession that don't earn what they're worth and there are those that make the big bucks, because they're damn good at what they do) They pay their dues and they earn their money. Maybe some realized they had a talent for medicine and further realized that they can make some big bucks once they paid their dues. They're entitled. Why? because they did the work.
I've been in the system. A time or two. Never was proud of it but I utilized it. At the same time, I did what I had to do to get off it. I pounded the sidewalks day in and day out. I did resumes until my eyes burned. I learned how to conduct myself in an interview so I stood a better chance. My parents taught me the value of a work ethic. I despise laziness. There's no excuse for it. I have weaknesses, everybody does but I refuse to exploit them. I don't care how much pain I was in, if I could get up in the morning, I went to work. I've made my share of mistakes, I paid for them. I accepted the consequences without whining. I had made my own choices. No quarter asked, expected none to be given. I used the system when there was someone more than myself to consider. I never looked for a free ride in this world. I'm not rich. Don't care to be. Money is nice. It makes life easier, but it doesn't buy me happiness. It doesn't fill that empty side of my bed. It doesn't fill the empty space in my heart either.
My bottom line? Each of us makes choices and there are consequences with those choices. Accept them. Live with them and quit bitching about how the world owes you something. Life owes you nothing. The world owes you nothing. Quit looking for the world to hand you something. Earn it. This world would be a better place for all of us if each and every person did so.
Everyone has an opinion and a voice. That's one of the things this country gives us. It's more than a lot of others have. I am not going to wade into a public argument. Yes, we get into them here. Someone explodes. Another climbs up on their soapbox. Even on a damn porn site. Why? Because we're people with thoughts, feelings and imaginations. That said. My two cents worth on tonight. My thoughts are written here, in my space because they aren't open for debate. They are, just that, MY THOUGHTS. We're all entitled to those, thoughts.
Our country has a system. It's not the best, it doesn't always work as it should. There are too many damn bleeding heart liberals that love to increase our national deficit and squeal bloody murder when someone comes along and tries to get us out of it.
There are those people who will always work the system. Looking to get a buck without having to work for it. There are no excuses for it.
Healthcare is a service. It is not a right. People decided to go into medicine to provide a service, to be of service to other humans, because they care. Today they still care, they have to be to put in those grueling hours and get paid so little for it.(ETA: Let me clarify, there are a lot of people in the medical profession that don't earn what they're worth and there are those that make the big bucks, because they're damn good at what they do) They pay their dues and they earn their money. Maybe some realized they had a talent for medicine and further realized that they can make some big bucks once they paid their dues. They're entitled. Why? because they did the work.
I've been in the system. A time or two. Never was proud of it but I utilized it. At the same time, I did what I had to do to get off it. I pounded the sidewalks day in and day out. I did resumes until my eyes burned. I learned how to conduct myself in an interview so I stood a better chance. My parents taught me the value of a work ethic. I despise laziness. There's no excuse for it. I have weaknesses, everybody does but I refuse to exploit them. I don't care how much pain I was in, if I could get up in the morning, I went to work. I've made my share of mistakes, I paid for them. I accepted the consequences without whining. I had made my own choices. No quarter asked, expected none to be given. I used the system when there was someone more than myself to consider. I never looked for a free ride in this world. I'm not rich. Don't care to be. Money is nice. It makes life easier, but it doesn't buy me happiness. It doesn't fill that empty side of my bed. It doesn't fill the empty space in my heart either.
My bottom line? Each of us makes choices and there are consequences with those choices. Accept them. Live with them and quit bitching about how the world owes you something. Life owes you nothing. The world owes you nothing. Quit looking for the world to hand you something. Earn it. This world would be a better place for all of us if each and every person did so.
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Okay.. so....
I didn't wait until the day before Thanksgiving to run to the grocery store. I'm not that insane. Tomorrow is pie baking day. I'm safe. In the kitchen. Away from the crazies and idiots on the road. I'm not fighting to move through throes of people meandering the store isles looking for the canned pumpkin or the standing around with a glazed look in their eyes trying to figure out what the hell mincemeat is. Instead I'll be in an overly warm kitchen, wearing as little as possible with my bare feet amid a rolling pin, pie pans and flour.
Yesterday was bad enough. I stood glaring at the open refrigerator, wondering how to stuff....*twitch*...... where was I? Oh yes... wondering how to get a twenty-two pound turkey in there. It happens every year. Sometimes the bird is a little larger. Every year I swear I'll get a bigger refrigerator.
The craziness begins. Slightly. God, I need a cup of coffee and I think I'll go get my nails done today. Let someone make my nails all nice, pretty and classy looking. Something about me should look that way through all the frazzlement about to commence.
I didn't wait until the day before Thanksgiving to run to the grocery store. I'm not that insane. Tomorrow is pie baking day. I'm safe. In the kitchen. Away from the crazies and idiots on the road. I'm not fighting to move through throes of people meandering the store isles looking for the canned pumpkin or the standing around with a glazed look in their eyes trying to figure out what the hell mincemeat is. Instead I'll be in an overly warm kitchen, wearing as little as possible with my bare feet amid a rolling pin, pie pans and flour.
Yesterday was bad enough. I stood glaring at the open refrigerator, wondering how to stuff....*twitch*...... where was I? Oh yes... wondering how to get a twenty-two pound turkey in there. It happens every year. Sometimes the bird is a little larger. Every year I swear I'll get a bigger refrigerator.
The craziness begins. Slightly. God, I need a cup of coffee and I think I'll go get my nails done today. Let someone make my nails all nice, pretty and classy looking. Something about me should look that way through all the frazzlement about to commence.
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(Because I enjoyed the words, the sentiment, the thoughts)
The Dominant’s Creed
Above all else he cherishes his submissive, in the knowledge that the gift she gives him is the greatest of all.
He is demanding and takes full advantage of the power given to him, but knows how to share the pleasure that comes from that precious gift.
He is in control of himself first and foremost, so that he may control others. As a stern and demanding Dominant, he can cause his sub to cry real tears. As the consummate lover, he will then kiss the tears away, without ever stepping out of character.
In times of trouble, a Dominant will leave the roles behind, to be a supportive friend and partner, never forgetting that this is still a loving relationship between two caring individuals. He is quick to understand the differences between fantasy and reality. He would never ask a submissive to put him before her career, or family, just to satisfy his own pleasure.
To win his submissive’s mind, body and soul, he knows he must first win her trust. He will show his submissive humor, kindness, and warmth. He must also show her that his guidance and tutoring is knowledgeable and deserving of her attention, that this is a man she can learn from, and trust his direction.
He is romantic enough to be protective and chivalrous. When called upon, he will fight for his ladies’ honor. He proves to her that he is someone she can lean on, and depend on.
He is old-fashioned enough to be a bit of a chauvinist, yet modern enough to respect his woman. Quick to point out the differences between them, he also knows there is no inferiority in those differences.
When it comes time to teach his submissive her lessons of obedience, he is a strong and unyielding professor. He will accept no flaw, nothing less than perfection from his student. Never does he use discipline without good reason. When he does, it is always with a knowledgeable and careful hand.
He is a careful guide, with safety always his main concern. He knows how to use pain to extend the bounds of pleasure. He is a mentor who can bring her to the edges of her envelope, and gently show her the inner courage to reach new heights.
He is always open to communication and discussion, always ready to hear her wants and needs. He is patient, taking the time to learn her limits, and knowing that as her trust of him grows, so will they.
He never has to demand ritual behavior by her. She responds to him out the want of pleasing him. Compliance comes from the wanting to please, not the fear of punishment. He understands the fragile nature of mind and body, and never violates the trust given to him.
He is secure enough to laugh at himself and the absurdities of life. Courageous enough to accept assistance. Open minded enough to learn new things. Strong enough to grow. His tools are mind, body, spirit and soul with a little help from rope, paddle and blindfold. He understands that each partner gains most from pleasuring the other. And both of them know that love is the only binding that truly holds.
The Dominant’s Creed
Above all else he cherishes his submissive, in the knowledge that the gift she gives him is the greatest of all.
He is demanding and takes full advantage of the power given to him, but knows how to share the pleasure that comes from that precious gift.
He is in control of himself first and foremost, so that he may control others. As a stern and demanding Dominant, he can cause his sub to cry real tears. As the consummate lover, he will then kiss the tears away, without ever stepping out of character.
In times of trouble, a Dominant will leave the roles behind, to be a supportive friend and partner, never forgetting that this is still a loving relationship between two caring individuals. He is quick to understand the differences between fantasy and reality. He would never ask a submissive to put him before her career, or family, just to satisfy his own pleasure.
To win his submissive’s mind, body and soul, he knows he must first win her trust. He will show his submissive humor, kindness, and warmth. He must also show her that his guidance and tutoring is knowledgeable and deserving of her attention, that this is a man she can learn from, and trust his direction.
He is romantic enough to be protective and chivalrous. When called upon, he will fight for his ladies’ honor. He proves to her that he is someone she can lean on, and depend on.
He is old-fashioned enough to be a bit of a chauvinist, yet modern enough to respect his woman. Quick to point out the differences between them, he also knows there is no inferiority in those differences.
When it comes time to teach his submissive her lessons of obedience, he is a strong and unyielding professor. He will accept no flaw, nothing less than perfection from his student. Never does he use discipline without good reason. When he does, it is always with a knowledgeable and careful hand.
He is a careful guide, with safety always his main concern. He knows how to use pain to extend the bounds of pleasure. He is a mentor who can bring her to the edges of her envelope, and gently show her the inner courage to reach new heights.
He is always open to communication and discussion, always ready to hear her wants and needs. He is patient, taking the time to learn her limits, and knowing that as her trust of him grows, so will they.
He never has to demand ritual behavior by her. She responds to him out the want of pleasing him. Compliance comes from the wanting to please, not the fear of punishment. He understands the fragile nature of mind and body, and never violates the trust given to him.
He is secure enough to laugh at himself and the absurdities of life. Courageous enough to accept assistance. Open minded enough to learn new things. Strong enough to grow. His tools are mind, body, spirit and soul with a little help from rope, paddle and blindfold. He understands that each partner gains most from pleasuring the other. And both of them know that love is the only binding that truly holds.
Nyte_mare
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Ooooo that would be COOL....
DarkWarrioress
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Light Ice
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Oh Cait... You're in trouble now... !!!
What, you think you're safe?
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Light Ice
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... yes... for the moment at least... right???
Have you considered it might change before you're aware of it?
Nyte_mare
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~cants her head a bit, biting at her lower lip~ I... did... not....
DarkWarrioress
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Oh Cait... You're in trouble now... !!!
Ha. I'm always in trouble, even when I don't go courting it.
DarkWarrioress
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* Snickers*
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I have to chuckle in amusement at Nyte as Ice warns her. She should know by now that the charming scoundrel has a way of sneaking up on a woman when she least expects it.
It's a stormy day and I love those types of days. A fire in the fireplace. Being able to curl up on the couch with a good book, a throw across my legs, a mug of hot cocoa sitting on the end table beside me. Ideally? I rather be playing a game of chess with a male companion, exchanging kisses after every move until the pieces get swept away and other more urgent matters come to the fore. However, today, I will have to settle for a fire, coffee and the warmth of the kitchen. The latter cluttered with cooking implements and the smell of baking pies.
It's a stormy day and I love those types of days. A fire in the fireplace. Being able to curl up on the couch with a good book, a throw across my legs, a mug of hot cocoa sitting on the end table beside me. Ideally? I rather be playing a game of chess with a male companion, exchanging kisses after every move until the pieces get swept away and other more urgent matters come to the fore. However, today, I will have to settle for a fire, coffee and the warmth of the kitchen. The latter cluttered with cooking implements and the smell of baking pies.
Nyte_mare
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oh Sweetheart... I would SOOOO love the same as you... trouble here is, my Male Companion (Hubby) is at work, and so am I...
Oh well... there is always tomorrow ...
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HA... LOVE THAT...
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"How Country Feels"
--Randy Houser
You were raised on an asphalt farm
Ain't never heard a rooster crow
Never walked barefoot by a river
Felt the mud up between your toes
You never rolled in the hay
You never thrown it in four wheel
Climb up on here girl
Let me show you how country feels
Let your hair down, hair down
Get you some of this laid on back
Kick your shoes off, kick 'em off
Get you some of this slow down fast
I'll take you up and down these hollers and hills
Let me show you how country feels
You ever watched the sun go down
From the bed of a pickup truck
Ever been so into somebody
You're still lying there when it comes back up
Girl what do you say?
Cut a path through that cornfield
Park down by the water
Let me show you how country feels
Let your hair down, hair down
Get you some of this laid on back
Kick your shoes off, kick 'em off
Get you some of this slow down fast
I'll take you up and down these hollers and hills
Let me show you how country feels
Let your hair down
Get you some of this laid on back
Kick your shoes off (Kick your shoes off)
Let your hair down, hair down
Get you some of this laid on back
Kick your shoes off, kick 'em off
Get you some of this slow down fast
I'll take you up and down these hollers and hills
Let me show you how country feels
Country feels
--Randy Houser
You were raised on an asphalt farm
Ain't never heard a rooster crow
Never walked barefoot by a river
Felt the mud up between your toes
You never rolled in the hay
You never thrown it in four wheel
Climb up on here girl
Let me show you how country feels
Let your hair down, hair down
Get you some of this laid on back
Kick your shoes off, kick 'em off
Get you some of this slow down fast
I'll take you up and down these hollers and hills
Let me show you how country feels
You ever watched the sun go down
From the bed of a pickup truck
Ever been so into somebody
You're still lying there when it comes back up
Girl what do you say?
Cut a path through that cornfield
Park down by the water
Let me show you how country feels
Let your hair down, hair down
Get you some of this laid on back
Kick your shoes off, kick 'em off
Get you some of this slow down fast
I'll take you up and down these hollers and hills
Let me show you how country feels
Let your hair down
Get you some of this laid on back
Kick your shoes off (Kick your shoes off)
Let your hair down, hair down
Get you some of this laid on back
Kick your shoes off, kick 'em off
Get you some of this slow down fast
I'll take you up and down these hollers and hills
Let me show you how country feels
Country feels
Luna_Wolf72
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A wolfling comes wandering, a small envelope gripped tightly in one delicate hand. She knows that the Lady is not in residence, not right now. The Real World has been filled with cooking and craziness with tomorrow promising to be more of the same.
It does not matter.
She had found something for her, a wish.
And it is important that it be placed where the Lady can see it, whenever she returns from reality. So...a knock on the door. A moment's silence while a pretty house maid comes close enough to peek through the window glass at her.
The door opens. The Wolfling hands the pretty girl the envelope.
"Make sure she gets this, please."
The Wolfling turns, retreats.
It does not matter.
She had found something for her, a wish.
And it is important that it be placed where the Lady can see it, whenever she returns from reality. So...a knock on the door. A moment's silence while a pretty house maid comes close enough to peek through the window glass at her.
The door opens. The Wolfling hands the pretty girl the envelope.
"Make sure she gets this, please."
The Wolfling turns, retreats.
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