The Isolated Blurt BDSM Thread

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@}-}rebecca---- said:
Ohhh thanks Marquis I am not getting involved .... I just read that Thread.....dang those people are scary.........shudders

It's a rowdy bunch.
 
Marquis said:
It's a rowdy bunch.

OMG what is with that Killswitch dude.......reading him is like train spotting standing in the middle of the track...............praise be I skipped off surveying the Thread before he started his poisonous diatribe .........there is no way I would have been as cool in handling him as you were Marquis

Live and learn huh.....

EDIT Just went and read the scroll following RJ's superb post and found this little gem "Dr. Philswitch" perpetuated by our 'own' RR.........

Really Dr. Philswitch, makes for some hard core theatre though at times I wish he worked like the real killswitch I have in my bedroom........flick a switch........the lights start to dim slowly and then all out.............ahhhhhhhh........hows the serenity ?
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Sometimes

I still miss you and i wonder if she is taking care of you and if you are truly happy... today is one of those sometimes.
 
Kajira Callista said:
I still miss you and i wonder if she is taking care of you and if you are truly happy... today is one of those sometimes.

*HUGS*
 
It's a nice day for fishing. I'd like to stick a cane pole up KC's ass and catch some bream. Rig a butt plug on the end. Getting a nibble girl?
 
Phoenix Stone: A little info

phoenixstone said:
just couldn't think of anyplace else to go

I find my heart breaking as I've read these posts and if I were her friend here, I would have been much worried. In case you were, and don't know, she seems to be doing okay.

This message brought to you courtesy of an annoying friend.
 
A Poem That Gives You Goose bumps...



A drunk man in an Oldsmobile

They said had run the light

That caused the six-car pileup

On 109 that night.

When broken bodies lay about

"And blood was everywhere,"

"The sirens screamed out eulogies,"

For death was in the air.

"A mother, trapped inside her car,"

Was heard above the noise;

Her plaintive plea near split the air:

"Oh, God, please spare my boys!"

She fought to loose her pinned hands;

"She struggled to get free,"

But mangled metal held her fast

In grim captivity.

Her frightened eyes then focused

"On where the back seat once had been,"

But all she saw was broken glass and

Two children's seats crushed in.

Her twins were nowhere to be seen;

"She did not hear them cry, "

"And then she prayed they'd been thrown free, "

"Oh, God, don't let them die! "

Then firemen came and cut her loose, "

"But when they searched the back, "

"They found therein no little boys, "

But the seat belts were intact.

They thought the woman had gone mad

"And was traveling alone, "

"But when they turned to question her, "

They discovered she was gone.

Policemen saw her running wild

And screaming above the noise

"In beseeching supplication, "

Please help me find my boys!

They're four years old and wear blue shirts;

"Their jeans are blue to match.""

"One cop spoke up, ""They're in my car, "

And they don't have a scratch.

They said their daddy put them there

"And gave them each a cone, "

Then told them both to wait for Mom

To come and take them home.

"I've searched the area high and low, "

But I can't find their dad.

"He must have fled the scene, "

"I guess, and that is very bad."

"The mother hugged the twins and said, "

"While wiping at a tear, "

"He could not flee the scene, you see, "

"For he's been dead a year."

"The cop just looked confused and asked, "

"Now, how can that be true? "

"The boys said, ""Mommy, Daddy came "

"And left a kiss for you."" "

He told us not to worry

"And that you would be all right, "

And then he put us in this car with

"The pretty, flashing light. "

"We wanted him to stay with us, "

"Because we miss him so, "

"But Mommy, he just hugged us tight "

And said he had to go.

He said someday we'd understand

"And told us not to fuss, "

"And he said to tell you, Mommy, "

"He's watching over us."

The mother knew without a doubt

"That what they spoke was true, "

"For she recalled their dad's last words, "

" I will watch over you."

The firemen's notes could not explain

"The twisted, mangled car, "

And how the three of them escaped

Without a single scar.

"But on the cop's report was scribed, "

"In print so very fine, "

An angel walked the beat tonight on Highway 109.
 
Does anyone else get those feelings of seeing someone in a shop or restaraunt and going "Hey that looks like so and so from LIterotica." and not knowing for sure but it drives you crazy?
 
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