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My One and Only Love ...
Posted:Apr 30, 2017 6:32 pm
Last Updated:Apr 30, 2017 8:13 pm
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My One and Only Love ...

The very thought of you makes my heart sing
Like an April breeze on the wings of spring,
And you appear in all your splendor,
My one and only love...
The shadows fall and spread their mystic charms
In the hush of night while you're in my arms.
I feel your lips, so warm and tender,
My one and only love..
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The touch of your hand is like heaven,
A heaven that I've never known.
The blush on your cheek whenever I speak
Tells me that you are my own.
You fill my eager heart with such desire.
Ev'ry kiss you give sets my soul on fire.
I give myself in sweet surrender,
My one and only love...

Beautiful Lyrics By: Frank Sinatra
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My Name Is Love...
Posted:Apr 30, 2017 1:09 pm
Last Updated:Apr 30, 2017 8:14 pm
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My Name Is Love

you thought love was a verb,
it is.
but it is also a noun.
i digress…
my name is love.
if you are lucky
enough you have
met me.
i come in many
forms.
i am genderless.
i am brave.
do not search
for me.
i will come to you.
i promise
i am pure
do not be mislead
i do not cause pain.
that is a side affect of
those who abuse me.
if you haven’t met me yet.
i am coming for you
in due time.
please don’t give up on me.
i will look for you when
you least expect it.
i promise, you will cry
and no, not the heart shattering
tears that leave you empty.
no, no, no my dear
tears of pure happiness
you won’t even realise
you are crying
i will fill your soul.
remember me,
my name is love.

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Sitting home listening to new Dylan...
Posted:Apr 29, 2017 4:01 pm
Last Updated:Apr 30, 2017 3:38 pm
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Sitting home listening to New Dylan..

Either you love him or you hate him, I adore Bob Dylan and think he's a God when it comes to lyrics. This album, however, this is him singing Sinatra.. Here is an excerpt from the Rolling Stone article they did on the new album.

Bob Dylan's 'Triplicate' Exudes, Celebrates a Majestic Darkness; Bob Dylan's third foray into songs previously recorded by Frank Sinatra isn't only the largest set of new recordings he's ever released (three CDs, 30 songs), it's also majestic in its own right. Dylan moves through this area – the region of Sinatra, and also of standards songwriters like Irving Berlin, Jerome Kern, Hoagy Carmichael, Richard Rodgers and Oscar Hammerstein – as if it's territory for him to chart and command. Indeed, Dylan has now made more successive albums in this idiom than in any other style since his world-changing mid-1960s electric trinity, Bringing It All Back Home, Highway 61 Revisited and Blonde on Blonde.

When Dylan first decided to sing Sinatra, the idea seemed far-fetched. Did he have a voice left that was possibly up to it? Dylan made plain at the outset of Shadows in the Night, in the opening measures of "I'm a Fool to Want You" – the most defining of all Sinatra songs, and one of his only co-writing credits – he was better than up to it: He did the song dead-seriously, and chillingly. "Smooth" is not a word you would use to describe Dylan's weatherworn voice. But he can wield phrasing as effectively as Sinatra himself.

Dylan uses only a quintet throughout Triplicate, no strings, no big band (though there's a small dance horn section here and there). They re-create the solemn openings to "Stormy Weather" and "It Gets Lonely Early" in all but instrumentation. He's picked his repertoire -carefully and meaningfully here. Of the 50-some albums he released between In the Wee Small Hours, in 1955, and 1970's Watertown, Sinatra made about a dozen exploring loss, masterpieces every one. Dylan culls more than half of Triplicate's songs from those releases – particularly favoring Sinatra's often-overlooked last LP for Capitol, Point of No Return, from 1962.

He closes Triplicate, though, with something Sinatra sang many years earlier: "Why Was I Born," written by Kern and Hammerstein in 1929. It's a torch standard that epitomizes the sort of writing that Dylan killed off, asking the biggest questions – "Why was I born?/Why am I living?/What do I get?/What am I giving?" – on the most personal level. Dylan is no stranger to dejection or hard self-examination. What he understands here is the triumph in surviving that darkness. It's in that survival, and how you put it across to others, that you find out why you were born.

My two favorite albums are Blonde on Blonde and Blood on the Tracks. Here is a link to one of my very favorite tracks off the new album .... ENJOY!!!!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eodRjcfWUh8
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You Need More...
Posted:Apr 29, 2017 3:28 pm
Last Updated:Apr 29, 2017 4:13 pm
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You Need More...

You already know you’ll do whatever I ask. You knew that before you came here. You knew that before you wore that too-short skirt without underwear, and walked right up to my house wearing a bikini top rather than a shirt.

My hand on your ass is reassuring, controlling. It reminds you that you’re obedient, owned. But when my fingers press against your ass, it’s sudden and unexpected. You can’t help but gasp in pleasure and surprise. You grab my wrist, your whole body moves in response to that tiny movement of mine.

How little I have to do to control you. Your pussy gushes, though you’re not sure if it’s the control, the sensation of my fingers against your ass, or the transgression of it. Either way, you need more.
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Being A Tease....
Posted:Apr 29, 2017 3:16 am
Last Updated:Apr 29, 2017 10:06 am
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Being A Tease...

You think you’re being a tease with that lip-biting grin and you cheeky comebacks. Then my hands are around your neck and you know that’s over.

“I’m going to take whatever I want from you, and you’re going to love every second.”

Your pupils suddenly dilate as you feel the irresistible need to do exactly as I say. Is that all it takes to make your cunt gush? A hand at your throat some and harsh words of mastery?

But you already knew that this was what you wanted. What you needed. Not to ‘make love’ but to be fucked. To be taken. To be used and controlled, and forced to come, to be made to obey.

And then, when you have my come on your face and you’re so filled with happy endorphins that you’d jump off a bridge if I asked. Then, when I put my arm around your shoulder. kiss your forehead and ask if you’re okay, and check that you enjoyed our scene. That’s when you melt again, in a totally different way. That's when we drift off together with my arms around you, and you snuggled in my nook.
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… Three! Wide awake. How are you doing? (This Is Funny!)
Posted:Apr 28, 2017 2:49 pm
Last Updated:Apr 29, 2017 3:54 am
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… Three! Wide awake. How are you doing?

Just fine. But did it work? I don’t feel any different.

It’s hypnosis. It doesn’t have to work for it to work. What do you remember?

You were telling me about hypnosis, how normal it really is, that everybody goes into hypnotic trance every day without noticing it. Then you asked me to hold my hands out and clasp them together really tight, and imagine that they were covered in glue and that I couldn’t open them. And you told me to try to open my hands, but before I had a chance to really try, you touched me on the forehead and told me to close my eyes, and you held me and told me to relax and go deeper. Was that it? Was that the hypnosis?

Does it really matter? Just tell me what it felt like.

It felt like, well, you were talking and talking, and being kind of annoying, and I didn’t want to listen, but just go limp in your arms, and it felt kind of nice for you to hold me so I could just let go. But you kept talking, and I just didn’t want to pay attention.

What do you remember about what I said?

It was all foolishness about how your words were going into my brain and how easy it was to follow your suggestions. It didn’t really make sense to me, like it was word salad. Oh. There was something about laughing….

Something about laughing?

Something really dumb, like how the next time I laughed I would get really turned on. Really stupid, a joke really. And the more time passed, the funnier everything would seem. And if I tried not to laugh, that would just increase my arousal. Totally absurd.

Is it?

It is. Utterly ridiculous. It’s enough to – Oh, no, I see what you’re trying to do!”

What am I trying to do?

You’re trying to make me laugh.

Why would I want to do a thing like that?

So I’ll get turned on, and then we’ll fuck like weasels.

Do you think that’s going to happen?

I’m not going to let it happen. I’m not going to laugh. You – you can’t make me laugh.

If the hypnosis affected you, I won’t have to; you’ll just laugh spontaneously soon enough.

But I won’t! I don’t want to give you the satisfaction.

We’ll see. Say, why did Anakin Skywalker cross the road?

Um, I don’t know, why?

To get to the Dark Side.

Don’t! Don’t do that!

Why not?

You’re trying to make me laugh. And that joke wasn’t very funny.

Wasn’t it? Maybe you thought it was like the funniest joke in the world for a moment, and it was all you could do to stop yourself from laughing.

You wish.

Maybe you wish it too. But how about this. A bartender is in an empty bar,talking on the phone. Suddenly a priest, a minister, and a rabbi walk in. The bartender says, “Sorry, got to go, the joke is starting!”

That one’s better. A little better.

The real joke is that you can’t hold out for very much longer. Everything is getting funnier and funnier. The tip of my nose is getting funnier and funnier, isn’t it?

Stop that!

Why should I? If you laugh, everybody wins. How about this? What’s red and goes “ding-dong?”

I don’t know, what?

A Red Ding-Dong.

Seriously?

Stay with me. Now, what’s blue and goes “ding-dong?”

A Blue Ding-Dong?

Don’t be silly; Ding-Dongs only come in red!

Jesus, that isn’t funny, that’s sad. Your idea of a joke is, hee, it’s laughable. Oh, fuck. Hee hee. Hee hee ha ha ha ha ha. Goddammit, you got me! Ah ha ha ha! Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Shit! Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Jesus Christ, I am so turned on! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! I can’t believe I’m doing this! Ha ha ha ha ha! You’re a horrible person, absolutely horrible. Come fuck me right now! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
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Your submissive used their safeword: time to R.E.A.D!
Posted:Apr 28, 2017 10:20 am
Last Updated:Apr 29, 2017 4:01 am
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Your submissive used their safeword: time to R.E.A.D!

Safewords happen. They are important and vital to healthy and safe BDSM activity. The first time hearing a safeword, though, can be a panic moment for a new dominant, so when it happens, just remember to R.E.A.D:

React- stop play immediately, undo any ties or bindings and get your submissive into a comfortable position.

Evaluate- determine whether or not your submissive is capable of communicating and if they are in immediate physical danger. Determine the type of care they need.

Administer care- this can take many forms depending on what kind of care they need, but will often take the form of hydration and cuddling. At this point, you should also be reassuring your submissive that you are proud of them for using their safe word responsibly.

Debrief- once your submissive is capable of clear speech, have an open and honest conversation with them about what went wrong in the scene. Make sure to ask what they felt and have them walk through the experience from their end. Make sure you show empathy and encourage your submissive to speak freely, as these debriefs are one of the ways we learn.

Sometime these steps happen all at once and sometimes they are spaced out over a relatively long period of time, but always remember to R.E.A.D any time a safeword is used!

Play safe!

-LMS
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Losing Control...
Posted:Apr 28, 2017 5:16 am
Last Updated:Apr 29, 2017 4:02 am
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Losing Control..

What’s important is that you’ve lost control. You just can’t help yourself anymore. Morning and evening, you picture my face and the smooth sound of my voice. You beg for my approval in your imagination, dreaming about all the things you’d like me to do to you. Your hand between your widespread legs reinforces your fantasies with every minute you spend. Behind closed eyelids, you beg for my permission to cum, and even in your fantasy, I deny you a dozen times. You can’t help but whisper my name aloud as you imagine every more desperate begging at my feet. Finally, you let yourself imagine my permission, and you cum so very hard with the figment of my face inches from yours.

When you see me in person, you try to hide your obsession. But it’s easy to see in the way you can barely meet my eyes, trying to make eye contact then looking demurely away at the floor. Any time I tap you on the shoulder — any chaste touch — I can feel your breath catch in your throat and the slight bend of your knees as you labor to stay standing.

Your attempts at subtlety are wasted. I know that I can have you whenever I want: with a word, with a gesture, maybe even with a glance. But I want your desire to simmer just a little longer. I want you to spend more hours at home and stolen minutes in the bathroom conditioning yourself with your craving for me. When I finally put my hand on your throat, I want you to melt so completely into lust-clouded subspace that you won’t even recognize your own mind, let alone understand where your desire ends and my pleasure begins.

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Instructions...
Posted:Apr 27, 2017 2:23 pm
Last Updated:Apr 29, 2017 4:04 am
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Instructions...

By the time his hands are on the naked flesh of her breasts, there’s no hope left of a single original thought in her mind. Her breasts were always sensitive, of course, but hours and hours of conditioning have linked even the gentlest touch on her breasts with the intense mind-erasing orgasms of sybians and magic wands. Her posture changes, widening her stance as her cunt drips with anticipation and need. Her rhythmic strokes on his cock are automatic, no longer linked to any real understanding of his pleasure. He whispered in her ear but she didn’t hear. She didn’t know anything but the hands on her breasts and the cock in her hand. A cock that she desperately needed in her cunt. But she remembered his suggestions. She remembered instructions which slipped passed any semblance of conscious thought and lodged themselves at the back of her mind, ready to be obeyed.
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That Moment...
Posted:Apr 26, 2017 2:59 pm
Last Updated:Apr 29, 2017 4:06 am
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That Moment...

That moment when you can’t help it and you push yourself over the edge and the orgasm is so intense that you can’t hold still and you can’t even keep muttering your mantra and you know there’s going to be hell to pay because you weren’t allowed to cum but you couldn’t stop and now it’s happening and you can feel all the little sparks and tremors and that incredibly peace washing over you when before there was only need and tension and it feels so good but you feel so guilty and you can’t help wondering how you’ll be punished and the thought of that turns you on even more and you feel like you might just cum again thinking about it but you stop yourself and then you’re just lying spent and wasted and wet and guilty and exhausted and glowing and everything’s fine and you’ve been so bad.

*Evil Grins*
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