The Isolated Blurt BDSM Thread

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I hate it when I drink JUST enough that I get really loose and relaxed, but not SO loose that I'm comfortable doing anything about it. This is also the phase where I REALLY REALLY want play time just for the sheer joy of it. but i can't because the boy is too far away.

YES YES. I know that alcohol and play time don't mix well. I've only had 2 beers. It's not like I'm drunk off my ass. I"m just very relaxed. it's nice. MAGH DON'T GET ON MY ASS. Well unless you are going to--NO BAD BRAIN. BEHAVE.

No one can get on my ass but the ladies. The love does not like to share but is open to discussion for sharing with ladies :p lol. i really need finals to be over.
 
I think I now officially deserve my lurker badge, it's been a long time since I posted, though I do try to keep up with the isolated blurt thread to get an idea of how everyone is doing.

All is good here, six months pregnant now, missing the kinky sex things we've had to stop doing, but its worth it :)

hope you're all ok
 
Envisioning a dominance tsunami...and becoming rather aroused. :)

Oh, the humanity!

Wait. That was the dominance blimp explosion. Dammit.

You can come ransack me any time you want.

I'll put sand on the bathroom floor and fill the tub so you can pretend it's a beach. I'll even set up little houses for you.

It's the low tide you have to watch for; an unusually low tide, that stretches out for maybe a half mile, to your living room. If you see one, walk out about a half mile and collect shells, TV remotes and empty wine glasses.

The tsunami will arrive shortly.

If my beach wasn't posted private property, I would so volunteer.

Hold it, Oregonian... I thought the Oregon Beach Bill of 1967 established public ownership of all beaches... :D

I hate it when I drink JUST enough that I get really loose and relaxed, but not SO loose that I'm comfortable doing anything about it. This is also the phase where I REALLY REALLY want play time just for the sheer joy of it. but i can't because the boy is too far away.

YES YES. I know that alcohol and play time don't mix well. I've only had 2 beers. It's not like I'm drunk off my ass. I"m just very relaxed. it's nice. MAGH DON'T GET ON MY ASS. Well unless you are going to--NO BAD BRAIN. BEHAVE.

No one can get on my ass but the ladies. The love does not like to share but is open to discussion for sharing with ladies :p lol. i really need finals to be over.

This has been "Dom Your Tipsy Brain!"

I think I now officially deserve my lurker badge, it's been a long time since I posted, though I do try to keep up with the isolated blurt thread to get an idea of how everyone is doing.

All is good here, six months pregnant now, missing the kinky sex things we've had to stop doing, but its worth it :)

hope you're all ok

Thanks for the update, Mol. Good to hear everything is going great. Of course, in about three months, you'll have plenty of time again, and can post on Lit more. I look forward to it...




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I've never been fucked on a beach. We didn't stay very long. 'Course Dublin Bay was more pebbly than sandy. Smooth pebbles of every color for as far as you could see...at least that's what I remember, but I believe I have a picture of my travel bear sitting in a sandy spot.

He said he just didn't find a good spot. He's the one that turned back though, wanted to show me my first castle. Next time he says, next time. I might have to hold him to that. Well, that or drag him to every castle in the country. :D
 
I think I now officially deserve my lurker badge, it's been a long time since I posted, though I do try to keep up with the isolated blurt thread to get an idea of how everyone is doing.

All is good here, six months pregnant now, missing the kinky sex things we've had to stop doing, but its worth it :)

hope you're all ok
Great to hear things are good for you! Keep us posted and let us know when the kidlet gets here. He/she will have a whole bunch of honorary kinky godparents :eek:
 
She sells sea shells by the sea shore, for she says sea shells somehow soothe sand sores.

Oh, man. Wistfulness. I have gotten some terrific head on the beach, at night. The sea breeze, the moon, the rhythmic sound of the surf, the giant mounds of disgusting seaweed. Circumvent the buttcrack sand issue, too.
 
All these fragments of stories tumbling around in my mind, but none of them seem to coalesce into anything near coherent enough to actually write. pffft...
 
I think I now officially deserve my lurker badge, it's been a long time since I posted, though I do try to keep up with the isolated blurt thread to get an idea of how everyone is doing.

All is good here, six months pregnant now, missing the kinky sex things we've had to stop doing, but its worth it :)

hope you're all ok

Hey there, good to see you in these parts. And I volunteer to pin that badge on you in a very, very lovely place. :rose:
 
Seriously, you used to tell me that I had to dress more professionally when I wore the Mcd's uniforms. Now you're telling me that I have to wear your button up shirts. The same button up shirts I used to bust buttons on and you said were "distracting"

fucktards
 
Seriously, you used to tell me that I had to dress more professionally when I wore the Mcd's uniforms. Now you're telling me that I have to wear your button up shirts. The same button up shirts I used to bust buttons on and you said were "distracting"

fucktards

If you haven't already, get it in writing so you can beat them about the face and ears with it next time they change their minds.
 
If you haven't already, get it in writing so you can beat them about the face and ears with it next time they change their minds.

Oh I am throwing it in their face now. The way they make the shirts, they either don't button over my bust with out the buttons straining, or they look like I'm wearing a tent. And they shrink badly and oddly. So I am, in no uncertain terms, reminding them why they spent $300 on me last fall to make me "look more professional"

At the time, they had decided that it was better for us to wear professional looking clothes because the shirts the company makes for us are shit. Now this Ops manager (the ass who has made my life a living hell since he got there and the one that called my previous mcd shirts "distracting") has a wild hair up his butt that the only professional color is black, and everyone should be uniform. :rolleyes:

I"m not the only one that has this problem with these shirts, so I'm sure it will change again.
 
Why do men--bottoms, especially--think women want to look at their assholes? Ew. No.
 
Next time one wants you to look at it, fill it - painfully - with something. Like plaster of paris. :devil:

Ugh. While that's a devilishly wonderful idea, I don't want to get that close to one, LOL. I was mostly bitching about all the pics on places like CollarMe and FetLife of dudes with their asses pointed at the camera. Yuck.
 
When will this emotional roller coaster end????? How can something excite me, make me very happy, and even grateful for the experience/opportunity yet cause me to cry uncontrollably??

It's driving me crazy. (let alone what it is doing to those around me) Please don't let me fuck this up because I can't control my tears.
 
Ugh. While that's a devilishly wonderful idea, I don't want to get that close to one, LOL. I was mostly bitching about all the pics on places like CollarMe and FetLife of dudes with their asses pointed at the camera. Yuck.

On the other hand, this seems like a pretty fail-safe screen for fucktards.
 
*puts hand on chin in thoughtful type gesture and studies outside of building*

Mmhmm
Mmhmm
Mmhmm

I think tomorrow I'll burn this place to the ground.

*nods head and walks away*
 
Ugh. While that's a devilishly wonderful idea, I don't want to get that close to one, LOL. I was mostly bitching about all the pics on places like CollarMe and FetLife of dudes with their asses pointed at the camera. Yuck.

Maybe its like when dogs stick their butt up in the air and wag their tail because they want to play
 
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