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submission & metaphor: March 2015
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Life and love as performance art. Wednesday, March 11, 2015. He thinks a lot of himself. Or so he says. He wants me to know that he thinks a lot of himself. Such a mammoth ego. A mammoth ego needing so much support. Wanting constant massaging,. Like his lovely cock,. From hand and mouth and more. To keep it smartly hard. Does he know that's something I love about him? He tries to hide it. As we sort things out. It took me ever so long to see. He had to say it nearly straight out. He needs to save face.
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submission & metaphor: A moment of weakness
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Life and love as performance art. Monday, March 2, 2015. A moment of weakness. Well, it was more than a moment. It was all day. I was coming apart. Damn, I was coming apart. I hurt so much inside, I couldn't imagine not belonging to this man who is truly extraordinary despite all his faults and weaknesses. It got worse and worse all day until finally I decided that I didn't care. So I sent him the following:. I can't do it, Sir. I can't walk away. I tried, Sir. I tried to do the smart thing. I'm sorry, S...
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submission & metaphor: December 2014
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Life and love as performance art. Saturday, December 27, 2014. The Taste of Christmas Present. And dispelled with any concern about indecipherable run-on sentences. Monday, December 8, 2014. No planes fell on my head. I know I've been quiet again. It's that dark season. We return now to our regularly scheduled silence. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Submissive Jewish bisexual feminist baby boomer explores passion, pain, and poetry while pondering possible routes to happiness. Go here. Give him what he wants.
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submission & metaphor: Seeking solutions
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Life and love as performance art. Friday, March 6, 2015. Tantrums, tears, negotiations. The tantrums weren't mine. You can guess about the tears. He always said he doesn't negotiate. Meanwhile, as offerings, two poems. Blue snow beneath a bright full moon. Who the hell knows. I need some sleep. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Submissive Jewish bisexual feminist baby boomer explores passion, pain, and poetry while pondering possible routes to happiness. Go here. Give him what he wants. A time to cry.
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submission & metaphor: October 2014
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Life and love as performance art. Friday, October 17, 2014. The story I wrote that was too dark for ME. Reprinted my story The Branding here. Seems she's been haunted by it for years. It haunted me. After I wrote it. When the sadist loved it, which is testimony to its darkness. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Submissive Jewish bisexual feminist baby boomer explores passion, pain, and poetry while pondering possible routes to happiness. Go here. Click on image and search reviews for oatmeal. When I use a word...
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submission & metaphor: May 2015
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Life and love as performance art. Sunday, May 3, 2015. I love you, I say. I know, he replies. Translation: I love you, too. I miss you, he says. I understand, he replies. Translation: So do I. Translation: I miss you, too. Translation: I love you. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Submissive Jewish bisexual feminist baby boomer explores passion, pain, and poetry while pondering possible routes to happiness. Go here. For complete profile, including passing reference to the cast of characters. The Light in Things.
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submission & metaphor: The soap opera continues
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Life and love as performance art. Tuesday, March 3, 2015. The soap opera continues. Well, with all the drama and all I guess at least you know youre still alive, or something? You know, feeling stuff? You know me, Im the eternal romantic. Im holding out for a happy ending. everything crossed xx. March 4, 2015 at 4:12 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Submissive Jewish bisexual feminist baby boomer explores passion, pain, and poetry while pondering possible routes to happiness. Go here. A time to cry.
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Strength in Surrender: January 2012
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Ideas, stories and musings from a masochistic slave's viewpoint. Tuesday, January 3, 2012. The time for my punishment finally arrived - belated, due to our busy schedules but eventually we were able to intersect and despite my hints at forestalling the inevitable, I ultimately found myself bound, spread across the bed, while my Master began to assemble his tools. I'm completely at his mercy. I told him there was no need for the tying, I wouldn't try to escape. That was before the first strike. I began to...
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submission & metaphor: February 2015
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Life and love as performance art. Saturday, February 28, 2015. I always said that I'd never let go. I know he's a sadist. I wouldn't let go. But he growled and he mauled me,. Sinking his jaws deep in my shoulder. And my father is dying. And I screamed and I sobbed. And I got him to cum. And when it was over. My heart turned to stone. Change back into a loving man. Illustration for Tam Lin from the album Child Ballads. The beast is not welcome here. But meals are prix fixe. The chef sets the menu. All con...
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submission & metaphor: Beneath the carapace
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Life and love as performance art. Wednesday, March 11, 2015. He thinks a lot of himself. Or so he says. He wants me to know that he thinks a lot of himself. Such a mammoth ego. A mammoth ego needing so much support. Wanting constant massaging,. Like his lovely cock,. From hand and mouth and more. To keep it smartly hard. Does he know that's something I love about him? He tries to hide it. As we sort things out. It took me ever so long to see. He had to say it nearly straight out. He needs to save face.
