I had this hysterical conversation with L.L. today regarding "size".
Yes, THAT kind of size.
Ahem.
I prefer Mr Girth, while she prefers......well, I'll let her tell ya what she's in to if she wants to spill it.
So, boys, tune out for a while. Girlies, what are you in to? I'm curious.
xoxoxoxoxo
-b
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
Monday, January 30, 2006
Our little game...
On my knees, ass high in the air.
Head lowered, resting upon my cuffed wrists.
I feel your eyes upon me.
I feel your anger with me.
I pushed you too far today. Deliberate...? Perhaps. Worth it? Hmmmmmm...
Your hands roughly grab my hips.
I brace myself....ready to feel your hands on me....ready to feel my ass on fire....ready to feel you cum inside me....ready for whatever "punishment" your wonderfully devious mind will devise.
Head lowered, resting upon my cuffed wrists.
I feel your eyes upon me.
I feel your anger with me.
I pushed you too far today. Deliberate...? Perhaps. Worth it? Hmmmmmm...
Your hands roughly grab my hips.
I brace myself....ready to feel your hands on me....ready to feel my ass on fire....ready to feel you cum inside me....ready for whatever "punishment" your wonderfully devious mind will devise.
Sunday, January 29, 2006
A Master's advice....guest post number two by Victor
Now that the unpleasant interruption of the challenged (in every way they are) is behind us and in the hands of the authorities, it is time for my second official post. As always, my thanks to Blondage for the use of her forum, and her encouragement of this endeavor.
First, allow me to thank one and all for the warm welcome. There is no need to cower in the corner, I am quite safe. Like a vampire, I only do when invited. :) BlackOps, you are safe as my interest is in females . :) Kitten, there is no need to stay in the corner, and I rub and scritch very nicely. Ti, it is good to meet someone else in the world, and it is a pleasure to meet LL and Suze as well. I am afraid that I have to disagree just a bit with nniceguy269, and can commiserate with Mandelbrot's Chaos as two of the most unpleasant experiences with electricity came from taking 10,000 volts (or more) off of cathode ray tubes while trouble-shooting and repairing some electronics. It is why I don't work on anything with a CRT anymore. I am not fond of finding myself on my ass five or more feet from where I was before the arc...
I had originally planned to go into why I have to disagree even mildly with nniceguy, but my proposed topics has changed. Rather than just jump straight into the first of a series of discussions on electrical play, some e-mails and other events have caused me to reconsider. Before discussing play, one should first go into finding someone with which to play. It is regrettably easy to find people to do horrible things to you; the trick, however, is in finding someone who will do fun and wonderful horrible things in a safe way. There are two basic methods: the easy way and the best way.
The easy way is to go online as there are a variety of sites out there that cater to this very need. I won't mention names for now, but will say that some are better than others, and some are better at some things than others. For example, one site of an alternate persuasion is so-so for serious ads, but is great for its chat rooms. Another, which has more serious ads in regards collaring, is great for its forums and not so good with its chat rooms. For those inclined more towards the edge, there are several for consensual slavery.
The problem with online is, you never truly know what is on the other end. It may be a totally inexperienced poseur, it may be a predator, or it can be a truly wonderful Top/Bottom/Whatever. Online communities have their own politics, which may or may not spill over into any get-togethers that take place. So, you may have to take things with a grain, or few-thousand or so grains, of salt.
The best way is to get involved with your local community. As with online, politics are a factor you must judge, but such groups are a great safe way to meet people face-to-face and get a read on them. You also can find out things about them from others much more easily.
Either way, you need to be safe and take your time. Ask about their experience, how long have they been in the scene, how many times have they done X, what classes or seminars have they attended. A good way to flush out some of the less-than-good is to find out if they have been active in their local BDSM community, and then check into those groups. There is nothing wrong with going to someone who is new, just you need to know they are new before you start. There is nothing wrong with going with someone experienced, they just need to know your level so that things can be adjusted for you.
The most important thing you must do is ask for references. Check into their background, and verify that you are talking to someone other than them. Find out their history, see if there are or were any problems or complaints, and even consider a criminal and credit check. If they cannot master themselves or their finances, then how can they master or serve you well? Then too, if they have fought their way out, or are fighting their way out, of a situation without asking for help, that is one heck of a good character sign. If they have learned a lesson, paid a debt to society, and are making a new and good life, that too is a good character sign. In both cases, you need to look at what happened, how and why it happened, and what has been done since.
Now, someone saying something bad about the object of your inquiry is not an immediate deal breaker. Check into the charge, and see if there is more to the story. For example, I know of a Dom who has been lauded for their work in the community and as a Dom, and has been vilified pretty much for the same stuff on a semi-cyclic basis. Much of that cycle is pure politics, but it takes a keen eye and a lot of digging to find that out.
Which is why the best way to meet people is through local or semi-local scenes. Then you can get a better feel for what is real, what is not, and what is the buzzonga of politics. Find out if there are munches (meals), sloshes (drinking), or other such events near you. These are held in public places, fetish wear is often discouraged, and they can be a nice relaxed way to meet people and start to get involved in the scene. Then, look for local groups that have meetings, hold workshops/classes/other events, and start going.
Personally, that was one of the best things I ever did. The group I attended was a part of the "old" People Exchanging Power, or PEP in a major city. The meetings, held weekly, usually started with some community announcements, then went into a presentation/class where a variety of techniques were demonstrated, from basics to the wild. Once the class was finished, there was a general play party, where people interested could take part in various activities, often including having the presenter(s) teach them or demonstrate upon them. Dungeon Masters circulated to monitor, and to offer advice and help as needed. In this way, I learned a lot of new techniques and was able to refine that which I already knew. If you are interested in exploring the full world of BDSM, this is the best and safest way to do so.
All this said, even with someone you met at a local event, don't rush in. Talk first. Chat online if that is how you met or the easiest way for someone local. Then chat on the phone. Listen to them, look for signs that they are not who they say (such as married), and learn a bit about their moods, temperament, and more. Then and only then should you meet, and that meet needs to be in public. Pick a busy coffee shop, a restaurant, or some place where help is at hand and you have exits. Take your time, get to know them.
Use a safe call. This should be a two-phase system, that both should use. The first phase is to have someone, who knows where you are and who you are meeting, call you at a pre-determined time, and check on you. The call can and should be innocuous -- where is the dog food, do you mind if they wear your sweater, etc. It lets you give an equally innocuous code phrase back that can indicate all goes well, all goes well but not a keeper, what a dweeb, OMG hot sex tonight, or OMG, send help now. The second phase is that you have to call them back later, also at a pre-determined time, to confirm that you are free, okay, and what is going on. Code trouble signal or lack of call brings in local law enforcement, friends, and the world.
Also, be sneaky and plant a friend in the location. They can keep an eye on you and take a signal in case there is some reason you can't use the phone, from poor signal to a real problem. I've done this for people, just as a backup safety measure.
In an initial contact, particularly with someone you met online, you can never be too safe. I don't care your orientation or tastes, the only person responsible for your safety is you. Live up to that responsibility.
Now, as a way of leading into the discussion on electrical play and establishing initial limits, and to torment Blondage a bit, here is just a small bit of story to illustrate some of the points in a fictional setting...
He smiled, watching her squirm in her seat across the restaurant table like a small child that had to go to the restroom. It was a nice place, a good steak house of the white-table-cloth variety that ensured lots of people, an attentive staff, good security, and the ability to talk discretely. The dinner portion was done, and it was coffee time now amidst the Friday night crowd.
The couple had flown in earlier, arriving in town just in time for dinner. They had a hotel room, but with luck it would be unneeded. One night's charge was a small price to pay for safety, and a place to which they could bolt if needed. The odds of needing it were slim, but still...
He knew that both of them had checked his references -- Blondage was still giggling over her conversation with Miss S. Two submissives, and some organizational references had been checked, and it was good to know that they were thorough. The phone calls had been long and detailed -- and fun.
With a smile, he pushed back his chair. "I need to leave for a minute," he said as he rose. The trip to the restroom was contrived, but helped set the stage for later in two ways. It gave the couple time to discuss and make a final decision with some privacy, and made sure he was not distracted later if things went as planned.
When he returned to the table, the man was smiling, and both had a hard time not laughing as the woman was all but dancing in her seat, her long blonde hair swishing enough to make noise. Her husband turned his eyes away from her, and back to him. "We accept your kind offer, and would love to go to your place for dessert."
"Then let us leave," the local man said with a smile.
To Be Continued...
(Victor, you are an evil man. ;) -b)
First, allow me to thank one and all for the warm welcome. There is no need to cower in the corner, I am quite safe. Like a vampire, I only do when invited. :) BlackOps, you are safe as my interest is in females . :) Kitten, there is no need to stay in the corner, and I rub and scritch very nicely. Ti, it is good to meet someone else in the world, and it is a pleasure to meet LL and Suze as well. I am afraid that I have to disagree just a bit with nniceguy269, and can commiserate with Mandelbrot's Chaos as two of the most unpleasant experiences with electricity came from taking 10,000 volts (or more) off of cathode ray tubes while trouble-shooting and repairing some electronics. It is why I don't work on anything with a CRT anymore. I am not fond of finding myself on my ass five or more feet from where I was before the arc...
I had originally planned to go into why I have to disagree even mildly with nniceguy, but my proposed topics has changed. Rather than just jump straight into the first of a series of discussions on electrical play, some e-mails and other events have caused me to reconsider. Before discussing play, one should first go into finding someone with which to play. It is regrettably easy to find people to do horrible things to you; the trick, however, is in finding someone who will do fun and wonderful horrible things in a safe way. There are two basic methods: the easy way and the best way.
The easy way is to go online as there are a variety of sites out there that cater to this very need. I won't mention names for now, but will say that some are better than others, and some are better at some things than others. For example, one site of an alternate persuasion is so-so for serious ads, but is great for its chat rooms. Another, which has more serious ads in regards collaring, is great for its forums and not so good with its chat rooms. For those inclined more towards the edge, there are several for consensual slavery.
The problem with online is, you never truly know what is on the other end. It may be a totally inexperienced poseur, it may be a predator, or it can be a truly wonderful Top/Bottom/Whatever. Online communities have their own politics, which may or may not spill over into any get-togethers that take place. So, you may have to take things with a grain, or few-thousand or so grains, of salt.
The best way is to get involved with your local community. As with online, politics are a factor you must judge, but such groups are a great safe way to meet people face-to-face and get a read on them. You also can find out things about them from others much more easily.
Either way, you need to be safe and take your time. Ask about their experience, how long have they been in the scene, how many times have they done X, what classes or seminars have they attended. A good way to flush out some of the less-than-good is to find out if they have been active in their local BDSM community, and then check into those groups. There is nothing wrong with going to someone who is new, just you need to know they are new before you start. There is nothing wrong with going with someone experienced, they just need to know your level so that things can be adjusted for you.
The most important thing you must do is ask for references. Check into their background, and verify that you are talking to someone other than them. Find out their history, see if there are or were any problems or complaints, and even consider a criminal and credit check. If they cannot master themselves or their finances, then how can they master or serve you well? Then too, if they have fought their way out, or are fighting their way out, of a situation without asking for help, that is one heck of a good character sign. If they have learned a lesson, paid a debt to society, and are making a new and good life, that too is a good character sign. In both cases, you need to look at what happened, how and why it happened, and what has been done since.
Now, someone saying something bad about the object of your inquiry is not an immediate deal breaker. Check into the charge, and see if there is more to the story. For example, I know of a Dom who has been lauded for their work in the community and as a Dom, and has been vilified pretty much for the same stuff on a semi-cyclic basis. Much of that cycle is pure politics, but it takes a keen eye and a lot of digging to find that out.
Which is why the best way to meet people is through local or semi-local scenes. Then you can get a better feel for what is real, what is not, and what is the buzzonga of politics. Find out if there are munches (meals), sloshes (drinking), or other such events near you. These are held in public places, fetish wear is often discouraged, and they can be a nice relaxed way to meet people and start to get involved in the scene. Then, look for local groups that have meetings, hold workshops/classes/other events, and start going.
Personally, that was one of the best things I ever did. The group I attended was a part of the "old" People Exchanging Power, or PEP in a major city. The meetings, held weekly, usually started with some community announcements, then went into a presentation/class where a variety of techniques were demonstrated, from basics to the wild. Once the class was finished, there was a general play party, where people interested could take part in various activities, often including having the presenter(s) teach them or demonstrate upon them. Dungeon Masters circulated to monitor, and to offer advice and help as needed. In this way, I learned a lot of new techniques and was able to refine that which I already knew. If you are interested in exploring the full world of BDSM, this is the best and safest way to do so.
All this said, even with someone you met at a local event, don't rush in. Talk first. Chat online if that is how you met or the easiest way for someone local. Then chat on the phone. Listen to them, look for signs that they are not who they say (such as married), and learn a bit about their moods, temperament, and more. Then and only then should you meet, and that meet needs to be in public. Pick a busy coffee shop, a restaurant, or some place where help is at hand and you have exits. Take your time, get to know them.
Use a safe call. This should be a two-phase system, that both should use. The first phase is to have someone, who knows where you are and who you are meeting, call you at a pre-determined time, and check on you. The call can and should be innocuous -- where is the dog food, do you mind if they wear your sweater, etc. It lets you give an equally innocuous code phrase back that can indicate all goes well, all goes well but not a keeper, what a dweeb, OMG hot sex tonight, or OMG, send help now. The second phase is that you have to call them back later, also at a pre-determined time, to confirm that you are free, okay, and what is going on. Code trouble signal or lack of call brings in local law enforcement, friends, and the world.
Also, be sneaky and plant a friend in the location. They can keep an eye on you and take a signal in case there is some reason you can't use the phone, from poor signal to a real problem. I've done this for people, just as a backup safety measure.
In an initial contact, particularly with someone you met online, you can never be too safe. I don't care your orientation or tastes, the only person responsible for your safety is you. Live up to that responsibility.
Now, as a way of leading into the discussion on electrical play and establishing initial limits, and to torment Blondage a bit, here is just a small bit of story to illustrate some of the points in a fictional setting...
He smiled, watching her squirm in her seat across the restaurant table like a small child that had to go to the restroom. It was a nice place, a good steak house of the white-table-cloth variety that ensured lots of people, an attentive staff, good security, and the ability to talk discretely. The dinner portion was done, and it was coffee time now amidst the Friday night crowd.
The couple had flown in earlier, arriving in town just in time for dinner. They had a hotel room, but with luck it would be unneeded. One night's charge was a small price to pay for safety, and a place to which they could bolt if needed. The odds of needing it were slim, but still...
He knew that both of them had checked his references -- Blondage was still giggling over her conversation with Miss S. Two submissives, and some organizational references had been checked, and it was good to know that they were thorough. The phone calls had been long and detailed -- and fun.
With a smile, he pushed back his chair. "I need to leave for a minute," he said as he rose. The trip to the restroom was contrived, but helped set the stage for later in two ways. It gave the couple time to discuss and make a final decision with some privacy, and made sure he was not distracted later if things went as planned.
When he returned to the table, the man was smiling, and both had a hard time not laughing as the woman was all but dancing in her seat, her long blonde hair swishing enough to make noise. Her husband turned his eyes away from her, and back to him. "We accept your kind offer, and would love to go to your place for dessert."
"Then let us leave," the local man said with a smile.
To Be Continued...
(Victor, you are an evil man. ;) -b)
Saturday, January 28, 2006
Boy am I in trouble...
Mmmmm.......went to dinner....Italian......I behaved myself.
Went to see a movie.....Munich.......I behaved myself.
Other Half was craving ice cream......I was forcibly taken at gunpoint (ok, that is a slight exaggeration) to Cold Stone Creamery.....I did NOT behave myself.
If Other Half lets it slip to my evil trainer that I dove head first in to two scoops of sweet cream ice cream mixed with graham cracker crumbs, I may as well be Death-Chewing-on-a-Cracker.
(For those not from Texas, that is a very bad thing!)
I think I'd better log off and do some crunches. I swear I can feel that ice cream trying to set up camp in my abs. BACK YOU DEVIL! BACK!!!!!!!!!!
Went to see a movie.....Munich.......I behaved myself.
Other Half was craving ice cream......I was forcibly taken at gunpoint (ok, that is a slight exaggeration) to Cold Stone Creamery.....I did NOT behave myself.
If Other Half lets it slip to my evil trainer that I dove head first in to two scoops of sweet cream ice cream mixed with graham cracker crumbs, I may as well be Death-Chewing-on-a-Cracker.
(For those not from Texas, that is a very bad thing!)
I think I'd better log off and do some crunches. I swear I can feel that ice cream trying to set up camp in my abs. BACK YOU DEVIL! BACK!!!!!!!!!!
Ghosts of the past
When I was in high school, there was really only two people that I did not get along with.
One was a guy who had been my boyfriend in junior high, who went on to be my best friend's high school boyfriend for several years. Outwardly charming and funny, but on the inside a manipulative bastard. I used to joke about thinking he didn't have a soul. At least, I think I was joking?
The other was a girl who, though I never had an actual fight with her, we were sort of like oil and water. We ran in the same crowd, we were mostly friendly, but we were NOT friends. She seemed to make a habit out of dating boys that were either my exes or she knew I was "in love" with. I can think of four just off the top of my head. Grrrrrr.
In some weird sort of cosmic universe twist, these two started dating after college.
I remember hearing they were engaged and absolutely laughing my ass off. I'm not sure I really thought it was that funny, but I laughed....and laughed... Of all people, THESE two........oh man. The "I Live to Torture Blondage" society...
Would you believe they had the nerve to invite me to the wedding? Is that cheeky or what? They had thrown down the proverbial gauntlet, so of course I had to go.
I sat with my best friend (the one who had dated the guy in high school) who started laughing when the priest mentioned lots of children and the groom flinched. Ha!
I skipped the reception to go out with some guy whom I only vaguely remember. Mark? His name might have been Mark. Thank goodness for him, whomever he was, for providing my escape plan.
Anyways.
I haven't thought about those two in years....until today.
Last night I had a nightmare about them, that awful girl and that hideous man. I woke up completely weirded out, with all of these bad memories washing over me.
I can't recall many details of the nightmare. What I do remember very well is how awful the dream made me feel. Scared, upset, nervous, sad, threatened.....
It's strange how after all these years those two can still get to me.
One was a guy who had been my boyfriend in junior high, who went on to be my best friend's high school boyfriend for several years. Outwardly charming and funny, but on the inside a manipulative bastard. I used to joke about thinking he didn't have a soul. At least, I think I was joking?
The other was a girl who, though I never had an actual fight with her, we were sort of like oil and water. We ran in the same crowd, we were mostly friendly, but we were NOT friends. She seemed to make a habit out of dating boys that were either my exes or she knew I was "in love" with. I can think of four just off the top of my head. Grrrrrr.
In some weird sort of cosmic universe twist, these two started dating after college.
I remember hearing they were engaged and absolutely laughing my ass off. I'm not sure I really thought it was that funny, but I laughed....and laughed... Of all people, THESE two........oh man. The "I Live to Torture Blondage" society...
Would you believe they had the nerve to invite me to the wedding? Is that cheeky or what? They had thrown down the proverbial gauntlet, so of course I had to go.
I sat with my best friend (the one who had dated the guy in high school) who started laughing when the priest mentioned lots of children and the groom flinched. Ha!
I skipped the reception to go out with some guy whom I only vaguely remember. Mark? His name might have been Mark. Thank goodness for him, whomever he was, for providing my escape plan.
Anyways.
I haven't thought about those two in years....until today.
Last night I had a nightmare about them, that awful girl and that hideous man. I woke up completely weirded out, with all of these bad memories washing over me.
I can't recall many details of the nightmare. What I do remember very well is how awful the dream made me feel. Scared, upset, nervous, sad, threatened.....
It's strange how after all these years those two can still get to me.
Friday, January 27, 2006
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Why I love him...
I'm driving to work.
My cell rings......the sound of Luke's theme explodes from my favorite Coach....
You know the music, right?
Original Star Wars movie...
Luke has put the droids to bed, he stands staring at a sunset with that incredible John Williams theme soaring...
Everytime I hear it, I cannot help but smile.
I love the theme, but the smile is not for the music.
It's about what the theme represents to me now -- a phone call from my husband.
I'm still groggy.
Have I mentioned a time or twenty that I am not a morning person?
I answer, happy to hear his voice, despite my typical morning grouchiness.
We chat about our schedules for the day.
We discuss my messed up shoulder and my gym time for the week.
We talk about how he feels. He's been pretty sick lately.
We chat about how sad I am about the recent death of one of my oldest blogosphere friend's father...friends going through divorces....my recently-back-from-Iraq marine friend who has been going through an incredibly rough time, yet remains funny, happy and strong...my tough as nails girlfriend and the surgery she is having tomorrow morning...
We discuss how truly good it feels to be there for someone that you care about at just that moment when they need you the most...and how amazing it feels when people that you know, some well and some perhaps not so well (yet!), stick up for you and stand by you.
We talk about how lucky we are that we chose this particular location in our neighborhood, so that we could live next door to such fun, wacky, kind (and sexy as hell) people.
It's a conversation with every emotion in the spectrum thrown in there at some point. He talks me all the way to work. I feel like I can face the day.
And then.....
Blondage: *happy sigh*
Other Half: I love you (nickname deleted)
Blondage: I love you too (nickname deleted).
Other Half: Will you do me a favor love?
Blondage: Sure babe.
Other Half: *absolutely deadpan* Try not to have any phone sex today, ok?
Blondage: *doesn't miss a beat* I'll try not to suck any dick on my way to the parking lot either.
My cell rings......the sound of Luke's theme explodes from my favorite Coach....
You know the music, right?
Original Star Wars movie...
Luke has put the droids to bed, he stands staring at a sunset with that incredible John Williams theme soaring...
Everytime I hear it, I cannot help but smile.
I love the theme, but the smile is not for the music.
It's about what the theme represents to me now -- a phone call from my husband.
I'm still groggy.
Have I mentioned a time or twenty that I am not a morning person?
I answer, happy to hear his voice, despite my typical morning grouchiness.
We chat about our schedules for the day.
We discuss my messed up shoulder and my gym time for the week.
We talk about how he feels. He's been pretty sick lately.
We chat about how sad I am about the recent death of one of my oldest blogosphere friend's father...friends going through divorces....my recently-back-from-Iraq marine friend who has been going through an incredibly rough time, yet remains funny, happy and strong...my tough as nails girlfriend and the surgery she is having tomorrow morning...
We discuss how truly good it feels to be there for someone that you care about at just that moment when they need you the most...and how amazing it feels when people that you know, some well and some perhaps not so well (yet!), stick up for you and stand by you.
We talk about how lucky we are that we chose this particular location in our neighborhood, so that we could live next door to such fun, wacky, kind (and sexy as hell) people.
It's a conversation with every emotion in the spectrum thrown in there at some point. He talks me all the way to work. I feel like I can face the day.
And then.....
Blondage: *happy sigh*
Other Half: I love you (nickname deleted)
Blondage: I love you too (nickname deleted).
Other Half: Will you do me a favor love?
Blondage: Sure babe.
Other Half: *absolutely deadpan* Try not to have any phone sex today, ok?
Blondage: *doesn't miss a beat* I'll try not to suck any dick on my way to the parking lot either.
(movie reference....can you name it? *grin*)
......and Blondage tried to hold it together....but broke up and laughed...and laughed.....and laughed even harder when she heard Other Half cracking up...Saturday, January 21, 2006
As the law says I must, this post serves as official notice to my cyber terrorist to leave me and my family alone. I have already contacted an attourney, and will pursue legal action against you if you continue to harass me or anyone else related to me, either by blood or by friendship.
Info from wiredsafety.org -
What is cyberstalking and what is cyberharassment?
Cyberstalking and cyberharassment are very similar. Most people use them interchangeably, but there is a subtle distinction, typically relating to the perpetrator's intent and the original motivation for their behavior.
While the two situations usually involve many of the same online tactics, cyberstalking is almost always characterized by the stalker relentlessly pursuing his\her victim online and is much more likely to include some form of offline attack, as well. This offline aspect makes it a more serious situation as it can easily lead to dangerous physical contact, if the victim's location is known.
Why do people cyberstalk or cyberharass others?
Cyberstalkers are often driven by revenge, hate, anger, jealousy, obsession and mental illness. While a cyberharasser may be motivated by some of these same feelings, often the harassment is driven by the desire to frighten or embarrass the harassment victim.
Sometimes the harasser intends to teach the victim a lesson in netiquette or political correctness (from the harasser's point of view). Often the cyberharassment victim is merely in the wrong place at the wrong time, or has made a comment or expressed an opinion that the cyberharasser dislikes. We have even seen cases where the victim is merely being targeted because they are the first ones the cyberharasser encounters when they are in a bad mood.
What do cyberstalkers/harassers do when the stalk or harass someoneThe harasser may post comments intended to cause distress to the victim, or make them the subject of harassment by others.
Harassment
Stalking on or offline involves "harassment". We can summarize "harassment" by quoting from two US State Statutes - one from California and one from Michigan:
California defines Harassment as: ...a knowing and willful course of conduct directed at a specific person that seriously alarms, annoys, torments, or terrorizes the person, and that serves no legitimate purpose. This course of conduct must be such as would cause a reasonable person to suffer substantial emotional distress, and must actually cause substantial emotional distress to the person.
While Michigan defines Harassment as: ...conduct directed toward a victim that includes, but is not limited to, repeated or continuing unconsented contact, that would cause a reasonable individual to suffer emotional distress, and that actually causes the victim to suffer emotional distress.
Malice
Malice means: the desire and intention to terrorize and hurt you. Much cyberstalking is malicious in nature. Malice is usually indicated by the presence and communication of clear and direct threats made against you by the harasser.
Premeditation
Premeditation means: the presence of planning and organization.
Repetition
Repetition means: the harassment is not just a single isolated incident.
Repetition is a key feature of online stalking. A one off attack online, while it may cause you distress, could not be described as cyberstalking. Cyberstalking is a course of conduct that takes place over a period of time and involves repeated attempts to cause you distress. Some laws even define it as involving two or more incidents and following a repetitive pattern.
Distress
Distress means: the activity causes fear and distress to you the target.
Obsession
Obsession means: the stalker cannot stop, despite warnings.
Vendetta
Vendetta means: the stalker seeks revenge against you.
Hate vendettas are a common cause of harassment online. Stalkers and harassers often convince themselves that you have deserved their hostile attention and that they are in the right. They often persuade themselves that you have committed a great wrong and that they are in the position of avenger, punishing you for your crimes. Revenge may be sought for no reasonable offense at all.
No Legitimate Purpose
No legitimate purpose means: the harassment has no valid purpose, other than to terrorize you and cause you distress.
Some stalkers persuade themselves that they have just cause to harass you, usually on the grounds that you deserve to be punished for some wrong they claim you have committed. Other stalkers have no announced purpose other than to make you suffer. In either case the stalking serves no legitimate purpose.
Personally Directed
Personal means: the harassment is directed at YOU personally.
Info from wiredsafety.org -
What is cyberstalking and what is cyberharassment?
Cyberstalking and cyberharassment are very similar. Most people use them interchangeably, but there is a subtle distinction, typically relating to the perpetrator's intent and the original motivation for their behavior.
While the two situations usually involve many of the same online tactics, cyberstalking is almost always characterized by the stalker relentlessly pursuing his\her victim online and is much more likely to include some form of offline attack, as well. This offline aspect makes it a more serious situation as it can easily lead to dangerous physical contact, if the victim's location is known.
Why do people cyberstalk or cyberharass others?
Cyberstalkers are often driven by revenge, hate, anger, jealousy, obsession and mental illness. While a cyberharasser may be motivated by some of these same feelings, often the harassment is driven by the desire to frighten or embarrass the harassment victim.
Sometimes the harasser intends to teach the victim a lesson in netiquette or political correctness (from the harasser's point of view). Often the cyberharassment victim is merely in the wrong place at the wrong time, or has made a comment or expressed an opinion that the cyberharasser dislikes. We have even seen cases where the victim is merely being targeted because they are the first ones the cyberharasser encounters when they are in a bad mood.
What do cyberstalkers/harassers do when the stalk or harass someoneThe harasser may post comments intended to cause distress to the victim, or make them the subject of harassment by others.
Harassment
Stalking on or offline involves "harassment". We can summarize "harassment" by quoting from two US State Statutes - one from California and one from Michigan:
California defines Harassment as: ...a knowing and willful course of conduct directed at a specific person that seriously alarms, annoys, torments, or terrorizes the person, and that serves no legitimate purpose. This course of conduct must be such as would cause a reasonable person to suffer substantial emotional distress, and must actually cause substantial emotional distress to the person.
While Michigan defines Harassment as: ...conduct directed toward a victim that includes, but is not limited to, repeated or continuing unconsented contact, that would cause a reasonable individual to suffer emotional distress, and that actually causes the victim to suffer emotional distress.
Malice
Malice means: the desire and intention to terrorize and hurt you. Much cyberstalking is malicious in nature. Malice is usually indicated by the presence and communication of clear and direct threats made against you by the harasser.
Premeditation
Premeditation means: the presence of planning and organization.
Repetition
Repetition means: the harassment is not just a single isolated incident.
Repetition is a key feature of online stalking. A one off attack online, while it may cause you distress, could not be described as cyberstalking. Cyberstalking is a course of conduct that takes place over a period of time and involves repeated attempts to cause you distress. Some laws even define it as involving two or more incidents and following a repetitive pattern.
Distress
Distress means: the activity causes fear and distress to you the target.
Obsession
Obsession means: the stalker cannot stop, despite warnings.
Vendetta
Vendetta means: the stalker seeks revenge against you.
Hate vendettas are a common cause of harassment online. Stalkers and harassers often convince themselves that you have deserved their hostile attention and that they are in the right. They often persuade themselves that you have committed a great wrong and that they are in the position of avenger, punishing you for your crimes. Revenge may be sought for no reasonable offense at all.
No Legitimate Purpose
No legitimate purpose means: the harassment has no valid purpose, other than to terrorize you and cause you distress.
Some stalkers persuade themselves that they have just cause to harass you, usually on the grounds that you deserve to be punished for some wrong they claim you have committed. Other stalkers have no announced purpose other than to make you suffer. In either case the stalking serves no legitimate purpose.
Personally Directed
Personal means: the harassment is directed at YOU personally.
Friday, January 20, 2006
OMG!!!!
Now...
I have to say....
It is possible that I found this hysterically funny because I knowingly mixed a margarita with a muscle relaxer......(shoulder is very effed up again - damn you Wee General!)........
But when the Mariachi band at the Tex-Mex restaurant I was just at started playing "Hava Na Gilla" (sp?)...
I could not.
Stop.
Laughing.
I have to say....
It is possible that I found this hysterically funny because I knowingly mixed a margarita with a muscle relaxer......(shoulder is very effed up again - damn you Wee General!)........
But when the Mariachi band at the Tex-Mex restaurant I was just at started playing "Hava Na Gilla" (sp?)...
I could not.
Stop.
Laughing.
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
Half Nekkid Thursday!
Can you tell by the look in my eyes I was being rather naughty? *wicked grin*
To join in the HNT fun, please click on Osbasso's link in my side bar.
Happy Blogiversary Os!
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
A Master's Advice...a brand spankin' new feature!
It's been a while since we talked about one of my favorite subjects, BDSM. Time to get back to the good stuff, dontcha think???
I've had the pleasure to get to know a wonderful Dom (Dominant/Master) named Victor through the Land of Blog (like that one RBP?). He is an inventor of various devices of divine torture, an expert in electrical play (oh my!), a teacher of BDSM techniques, a published author on the subject......to sum up, he definitely knows what the heck he is talking about.
He has graciously agreed to do a series of posts for my site on various aspects of BDSM techniques and the lifestyle. This first post is basic advice on getting to know someone in the life style....how to approach someone you are interested in. Maybe I'll tell the story of approaching the first Dom I ever talked to. Oi vey. Was I ever a goober. LOL!
Enjoy my Flowers! Looking forward to your feedback.....and very much looking forward to future posts from Victor... *grin*
Greetings!
My sincere thanks to Blondage for allowing me to guest post here. For purposes of our discussion, I can be called Victor. No, that is not my scene name nor will I give such out here, but rather a nom-de-plume that reflects several things about me. In some ways, I am a Victorian out of time, and I have been victorious in times when I could have easily become a member of the victim culture.
As for me, I am a Master who has been involved with BDSM for more than 20 years. Indeed, my first experiences were as a child and involved tie-up games with some older female cousins. I was around 10 or 11 when I accidentally discovered the joys of electrical play, and that has remained a life-long interest and passion of mine.
Like many, I have my foibles, and some of those involve titles. Yes, depending on the protocol I can be Lord, Master, or yet a couple of other titles; but, unless I have collared you for any reason or period of time, I am not your Master. At this time, I am responsible for teaching and training one who serves, and have something rather difficult to describe with another.
That person was someone who's Mistress asked me to mentor while visiting the city in which the submissive lived. I did so on several occasions, and though they have parted ways, I continue to mentor and scene with this person without a formal arrangement in place.
Blondage has been quite gracious in allowing me this forum, and I will be exploring a variety of topics in seriousness and in fun. One hobby horse that will be ridden to death is safety, for especially in kink you can never be too safe. I am a strong supporter of safe calls and other steps for both those on top and those on bottom.
References are invaluable and both sides should be prepared to provide them. Anyone who will not provide references; demands that you call them MASTER/whatever at all times from the first IM/letter/e-mail; expects you to trust and respect them from that initial contact; and, especially, orders you to cease contact with others immediately is worthy of but one response: RUN AWAY. Do not look back, do not pass go, just run. Trust me on this. Also, if you are a submissive/slave approaching a Master/Mistress for the first time, this is how NOT to do it:
IM CHAT
*screen pops up*
obessiveslave: Master, are you there?
Master: Hello?
obsessiveslave: Thank you, thank you, thank you. I am yours, you are wonderful. Please, send me your phone number so I can talk with you, and come to you to serve you!
Master: Do I know you?
Laugh all you want, but I have had several such conversations over the years. My advice to any Master/Mistress/Other getting this: RUN AWAY!
Speaking strictly for myself, I want to find out about a person before doing anything. I want to read a profile, have them tell me about themselves and what they seek, check references, then talk a few times, and then and only then meet in a public place well away from my home. I expect the other party to do the same.
That's it for today, and I do look forward to future posts and the goodwill of Blondage.
Victor
I've had the pleasure to get to know a wonderful Dom (Dominant/Master) named Victor through the Land of Blog (like that one RBP?). He is an inventor of various devices of divine torture, an expert in electrical play (oh my!), a teacher of BDSM techniques, a published author on the subject......to sum up, he definitely knows what the heck he is talking about.
He has graciously agreed to do a series of posts for my site on various aspects of BDSM techniques and the lifestyle. This first post is basic advice on getting to know someone in the life style....how to approach someone you are interested in. Maybe I'll tell the story of approaching the first Dom I ever talked to. Oi vey. Was I ever a goober. LOL!
Enjoy my Flowers! Looking forward to your feedback.....and very much looking forward to future posts from Victor... *grin*
Greetings!
My sincere thanks to Blondage for allowing me to guest post here. For purposes of our discussion, I can be called Victor. No, that is not my scene name nor will I give such out here, but rather a nom-de-plume that reflects several things about me. In some ways, I am a Victorian out of time, and I have been victorious in times when I could have easily become a member of the victim culture.
As for me, I am a Master who has been involved with BDSM for more than 20 years. Indeed, my first experiences were as a child and involved tie-up games with some older female cousins. I was around 10 or 11 when I accidentally discovered the joys of electrical play, and that has remained a life-long interest and passion of mine.
Like many, I have my foibles, and some of those involve titles. Yes, depending on the protocol I can be Lord, Master, or yet a couple of other titles; but, unless I have collared you for any reason or period of time, I am not your Master. At this time, I am responsible for teaching and training one who serves, and have something rather difficult to describe with another.
That person was someone who's Mistress asked me to mentor while visiting the city in which the submissive lived. I did so on several occasions, and though they have parted ways, I continue to mentor and scene with this person without a formal arrangement in place.
Blondage has been quite gracious in allowing me this forum, and I will be exploring a variety of topics in seriousness and in fun. One hobby horse that will be ridden to death is safety, for especially in kink you can never be too safe. I am a strong supporter of safe calls and other steps for both those on top and those on bottom.
References are invaluable and both sides should be prepared to provide them. Anyone who will not provide references; demands that you call them MASTER/whatever at all times from the first IM/letter/e-mail; expects you to trust and respect them from that initial contact; and, especially, orders you to cease contact with others immediately is worthy of but one response: RUN AWAY. Do not look back, do not pass go, just run. Trust me on this. Also, if you are a submissive/slave approaching a Master/Mistress for the first time, this is how NOT to do it:
IM CHAT
*screen pops up*
obessiveslave: Master, are you there?
Master: Hello?
obsessiveslave: Thank you, thank you, thank you. I am yours, you are wonderful. Please, send me your phone number so I can talk with you, and come to you to serve you!
Master: Do I know you?
Laugh all you want, but I have had several such conversations over the years. My advice to any Master/Mistress/Other getting this: RUN AWAY!
Speaking strictly for myself, I want to find out about a person before doing anything. I want to read a profile, have them tell me about themselves and what they seek, check references, then talk a few times, and then and only then meet in a public place well away from my home. I expect the other party to do the same.
That's it for today, and I do look forward to future posts and the goodwill of Blondage.
Victor
Monday, January 16, 2006
Feeding a troll...
I've been very lucky in the last 6/7 months with my pervy little blog. I've had maybe.....5 or 6 nasty comments, and that's about it. Very low trollage.
I got a doozy today, that I probably should just ignore....but it made me laugh so hard that I absolutely must make sure you guys see it.
It's worth noting that the chicken used only the initial "L", and left no email addy.
From the comments on the previous post.
I think you are a fake. That you wish you had the guts to be as perverted as you say you are. You sound like a bored housewife from the West who has never had a real erotic experiance in her life. I can tell by the way you write which is not well by the way. And I have news for you, phone sex doesn't count. You go out of your way to act the whore but the most action you really get is by your own hand. And take the Republican off your site name because you obviously used it just to get people to check out the site. I have checked out some of the blogs that you have linked and at least you link some good ones but yours sucks. I didn't even give you the credit for the link. I Googled the names. You aren't in the same League as Blonde Sagacity you sound like you may be friends with her but she obviously is way above you. At least she has the balls to make a political statement and writes intelligantly. Take the Republican name off your site you trashy wanna be. Its an insult to those of us who are true Republicans.L 01.16.06 - 10:38 am #
As my darling Nash pointed out in the previous comments....my favorite part is when L spells intelligently wrong. *snicker* Enjoy Flowers!
I got a doozy today, that I probably should just ignore....but it made me laugh so hard that I absolutely must make sure you guys see it.
It's worth noting that the chicken used only the initial "L", and left no email addy.
From the comments on the previous post.
I think you are a fake. That you wish you had the guts to be as perverted as you say you are. You sound like a bored housewife from the West who has never had a real erotic experiance in her life. I can tell by the way you write which is not well by the way. And I have news for you, phone sex doesn't count. You go out of your way to act the whore but the most action you really get is by your own hand. And take the Republican off your site name because you obviously used it just to get people to check out the site. I have checked out some of the blogs that you have linked and at least you link some good ones but yours sucks. I didn't even give you the credit for the link. I Googled the names. You aren't in the same League as Blonde Sagacity you sound like you may be friends with her but she obviously is way above you. At least she has the balls to make a political statement and writes intelligantly. Take the Republican name off your site you trashy wanna be. Its an insult to those of us who are true Republicans.L 01.16.06 - 10:38 am #
As my darling Nash pointed out in the previous comments....my favorite part is when L spells intelligently wrong. *snicker* Enjoy Flowers!
Saturday, January 14, 2006
La vida loca
I've had a couple people ask me lately how much of what I write is fantasy and how much is reality.
Well.
Sometimes I write the full story about something that happened to me. Sometimes I tell only part of the story - still factual, just with some details left out. Sometimes I keep things to myself because I don't think anyone would believe me if I told them.
The only things I have written that were not "real" are in my side bar under "My Erotica". There's a bit of fact mixed in with the fiction, but those stories are definitely fiction.
The rest of the blog is basically a diary for me.
All my life I have attracted strangeness - strange people, strange situations....
Sometimes I gripe about it, but I don't really mean it. I don't know how I keep getting mixed up in crazy situations, but I hope whatever my strange luck is, it never ends. I am certainly never bored.
I was talking to my old friend (by Blogworld standards anyway) RBP tonight. I love talking to him. He makes me howl...literally HOWL with laughter. Damn we need to have a blog meet!!!!
Ala , Rose, are you listening? *grin*
Anyways.
We were talking about The Wee General. There's some stuff that has happened that I have yet to blog about, that I'm not sure I really want to go in to. I was filling him in on some of it. He started laughing and said I should write a book about my bizarre life. It made me feel so much better.
Maybe that's why I write my blog. Not just because I have turned in to a total exhibitionist freakazoid...though I am definitely THAT.....but because it helps me deal with the weird stuff. Your feedback makes me feel more normal. Everytime I shock you, your reactions make me grin and laugh feel a little less shocked personally. Sort of an, "ok, I'm NOT crazy, this really IS odd!" moment for me.
Thank you, dearest Flowers, for keeping me sane.
Well.
Sometimes I write the full story about something that happened to me. Sometimes I tell only part of the story - still factual, just with some details left out. Sometimes I keep things to myself because I don't think anyone would believe me if I told them.
The only things I have written that were not "real" are in my side bar under "My Erotica". There's a bit of fact mixed in with the fiction, but those stories are definitely fiction.
The rest of the blog is basically a diary for me.
All my life I have attracted strangeness - strange people, strange situations....
Sometimes I gripe about it, but I don't really mean it. I don't know how I keep getting mixed up in crazy situations, but I hope whatever my strange luck is, it never ends. I am certainly never bored.
I was talking to my old friend (by Blogworld standards anyway) RBP tonight. I love talking to him. He makes me howl...literally HOWL with laughter. Damn we need to have a blog meet!!!!
Ala , Rose, are you listening? *grin*
Anyways.
We were talking about The Wee General. There's some stuff that has happened that I have yet to blog about, that I'm not sure I really want to go in to. I was filling him in on some of it. He started laughing and said I should write a book about my bizarre life. It made me feel so much better.
Maybe that's why I write my blog. Not just because I have turned in to a total exhibitionist freakazoid...though I am definitely THAT.....but because it helps me deal with the weird stuff. Your feedback makes me feel more normal. Everytime I shock you, your reactions make me grin and laugh feel a little less shocked personally. Sort of an, "ok, I'm NOT crazy, this really IS odd!" moment for me.
Thank you, dearest Flowers, for keeping me sane.
Friday, January 13, 2006
I swear to god this is true....
The Wee General just called and cancelled our work out session for tonight.
Just wait until you hear WHY.
Her hub, aka the Marquis de Sade, got ahold of some viagra (which he does NOT need, just to make that clear) from one of his clients at the gym.
He took it this afternoon, and "it" has been at full attention for about three hours.
TWG says she may not see me for a couple days.
OMG! LMFAO!!!!!
Just wait until you hear WHY.
Her hub, aka the Marquis de Sade, got ahold of some viagra (which he does NOT need, just to make that clear) from one of his clients at the gym.
He took it this afternoon, and "it" has been at full attention for about three hours.
TWG says she may not see me for a couple days.
OMG! LMFAO!!!!!
My goodness.....
Everyone around me seems to be hooking up or about to hook up with someone they met via the blogosphere (edit -- I meant BlogWORLD, sorry RBP! LOL!). Damn, did this turn in to a pick up bar or what?!?!?!
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
Happy Half Nekkid Thursday!
MmmmmmMMMMmmmmmm.......after I get my ass kicked at the gym, I love to relax in my jacuzzi tub with lots and lots of bubbles.......here's some toe porn for Acidman ....
*purrrrrr*purrrrrrr*
Verrrrry pink from a very hot bath.....
If you'd like to join in the fun, please click here:
Scene from the gym...
Oh man. Haven't laughed this hard since.....well.....since a certain incident involving a moonpie and some wench who got me hooked on "My Space" (see previous post), but I'm not tellin' about that one. *snicker*
I was running late last night, so I arrived at the gym still dressed for work.
Boys: *whistle*
Hairless (remember, he shaves all his body hair with women's shaving cream) John: Whoa!
Blondage: I know. You've never seen me with clothes on before.
Hairless John: *pauses, tries to stifle a grin* Oh baby. Let's go.
He grabs me by the shoulder and pretends to drag me off.
Blondage: *laughs* Gotta go change.
Hairless John: Can I come?
Blondage: *pauses, looks John square in the eyes, arching a brow*
Random male gym rats laugh rather boisterously.
Hairless John: I don't kiss and tell.
Blondage: You most certainly do! I've heard all of your stories!
Hairless John: Oh yeah. Damn.
Blondage: *snickers and scampers off to the locker room*
I change and emerge in my typical gym outfit - yoga pants and a tank top.
Hairless John: *still grinning like a fool*
Blondage: What is THAT look about?
Hairless John: *shakes his head, doesn't say*
Blondage: *thinks to self...interesting*
The Wee General: Stop flirting and get your ass over here Blondage.
Blondage: Yes Ma'am. *salutes her* I see we are in a mood today.
TWG: Yes, I am, and I am taking it out on your body.
Blondage: *mutters some rather colorful four-letter words*
And she proceeds to whip me, beat me, call me Edna......ok, not really......but she did seriously kick my ass.
While on the leg press machine, I start to get sharp cramps in my calves.
Blondage: *Shriek*
TWG: What hurts?
Blondage: *gasps* Calves! CRAMP!
TWG: *grabs my ankle and pushes it towards my head* This should stretch out your ass too.
Blondage: *bursts in to laughter* Stretch out my ASS?!?!?!?
Hairless John: (from three machines over) Can I help with that?
Blondage: *blushes and laughs harder* RASCAL!
TWG: *massages and pinches my calve* Is this one better?
Blondage: *nods and closes eyes*
TWG: *places my leg back on the machine*
Blondage: *eyes still closed*
I feel my other leg being lifted off the machine, pushed towards my head and stretched, and then massaged.
Blondage: *moans happily*
But something feels different. Stronger. Larger...???
Blondage: *opens one eye, SHRIEKS* JOHN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Various gym rats and TWG all laugh. Hard.
Hairless John: *wiggles his eyebrows at me* I know. I'm smooth.
Blondage: *looks at John, looks at TWG* You two are making me crazy.
TWG: We're wearing her down John. *high fives him*
Crikey Flowers.
It's a frikkin conspiracy.
I was running late last night, so I arrived at the gym still dressed for work.
Boys: *whistle*
Hairless (remember, he shaves all his body hair with women's shaving cream) John: Whoa!
Blondage: I know. You've never seen me with clothes on before.
Hairless John: *pauses, tries to stifle a grin* Oh baby. Let's go.
He grabs me by the shoulder and pretends to drag me off.
Blondage: *laughs* Gotta go change.
Hairless John: Can I come?
Blondage: *pauses, looks John square in the eyes, arching a brow*
Random male gym rats laugh rather boisterously.
Hairless John: I don't kiss and tell.
Blondage: You most certainly do! I've heard all of your stories!
Hairless John: Oh yeah. Damn.
Blondage: *snickers and scampers off to the locker room*
I change and emerge in my typical gym outfit - yoga pants and a tank top.
Hairless John: *still grinning like a fool*
Blondage: What is THAT look about?
Hairless John: *shakes his head, doesn't say*
Blondage: *thinks to self...interesting*
The Wee General: Stop flirting and get your ass over here Blondage.
Blondage: Yes Ma'am. *salutes her* I see we are in a mood today.
TWG: Yes, I am, and I am taking it out on your body.
Blondage: *mutters some rather colorful four-letter words*
And she proceeds to whip me, beat me, call me Edna......ok, not really......but she did seriously kick my ass.
While on the leg press machine, I start to get sharp cramps in my calves.
Blondage: *Shriek*
TWG: What hurts?
Blondage: *gasps* Calves! CRAMP!
TWG: *grabs my ankle and pushes it towards my head* This should stretch out your ass too.
Blondage: *bursts in to laughter* Stretch out my ASS?!?!?!?
Hairless John: (from three machines over) Can I help with that?
Blondage: *blushes and laughs harder* RASCAL!
TWG: *massages and pinches my calve* Is this one better?
Blondage: *nods and closes eyes*
TWG: *places my leg back on the machine*
Blondage: *eyes still closed*
I feel my other leg being lifted off the machine, pushed towards my head and stretched, and then massaged.
Blondage: *moans happily*
But something feels different. Stronger. Larger...???
Blondage: *opens one eye, SHRIEKS* JOHN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Various gym rats and TWG all laugh. Hard.
Hairless John: *wiggles his eyebrows at me* I know. I'm smooth.
Blondage: *looks at John, looks at TWG* You two are making me crazy.
TWG: We're wearing her down John. *high fives him*
Crikey Flowers.
It's a frikkin conspiracy.
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
It's all L.L.'s fault.
I joined My space, god help me.....yet another addiction. heheheheheh
Click here to visit me.
Two days and I already have "friends". Yay me.
*giggling*
Click here to visit me.
Two days and I already have "friends". Yay me.
*giggling*
Monday, January 09, 2006
Back to work I go....
....uuuuuuugh!
Today is my first day back at work after having been on vacay for three weeks. I will probably be blogging at night instead of during the day for a while. I expect to be busy busy busy.
Bleh.
Champagne gives me migraines. What was I thinking?
Double Bleh.
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
Today is my first day back at work after having been on vacay for three weeks. I will probably be blogging at night instead of during the day for a while. I expect to be busy busy busy.
Bleh.
Champagne gives me migraines. What was I thinking?
Double Bleh.
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
Sunday, January 08, 2006
Saturday, January 07, 2006
Apologies...
...for my slacking off on posting.
I am at the end of my vacay time, and have been busy busy busy!!!
We've been doing lots of fun things to our house. We bought a chandelier that we are putting up today.....been picking out paint colors.....I want to change some of the curtains.....been rearranging furniture.
It has been FUN!!!!!
Not tied-up-to-the-bed-and-having-multiple-screaming-orgasms fun, but still enjoyable.
*grin*
I have lots of stories for you, my lovely Flowers. Oh boy do I ever have stories.
*evil laugh*
Soon.
Hope you are all having a lovely weekend. I have to get back to work! Woo hoo!
I am at the end of my vacay time, and have been busy busy busy!!!
We've been doing lots of fun things to our house. We bought a chandelier that we are putting up today.....been picking out paint colors.....I want to change some of the curtains.....been rearranging furniture.
It has been FUN!!!!!
Not tied-up-to-the-bed-and-having-multiple-screaming-orgasms fun, but still enjoyable.
*grin*
I have lots of stories for you, my lovely Flowers. Oh boy do I ever have stories.
*evil laugh*
Soon.
Hope you are all having a lovely weekend. I have to get back to work! Woo hoo!
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
Happy Half Nekkid Thursday!
As much as I have been blabbing about the gym lately (should I rename the blog "Perverted Gym Rat"?), I thought I'd take some pics post ass-kicking ...errr... I mean post work-out. I had no idea this outfit made my boobs look so big (see the 2nd pic). That explains a lot.
Ahem.
We took these tonight....had fun playing around with the camera settings....
...reverse negative....
...and sepia...yes, I was still sweaty. I worked out damn hard tonight!
*grin*
*whimper*
Last night at the gym we changed the routine again and TWG made me keep going on reps until I hit "failure".
Moments ago, I literally crawled down the stairs because my legs seem to not be working.
Someone please remind me why I am doing this to myself?
Uuuuuuuuugggggghhhh....
Moments ago, I literally crawled down the stairs because my legs seem to not be working.
Someone please remind me why I am doing this to myself?
Uuuuuuuuugggggghhhh....
Monday, January 02, 2006
Which Zeppelin song are you?
Tangerine |
You are a beautiful person, in a wistful kind of way. If you could, you would spend all your time daydreaming and writing poetry. You are a tragic beauty.
You are sensitive and caring, and you don't take insults well. You don't smile much, but when you do, you really mean it.
People like to be around you because you are a calming influence. You have an appreciation for all things beautiful, and you probably have some potted plants. You also most likely own a cat.
You like Sundays and hot tea. You will spend your entire life yearning for quiet beauty, which is a rarity in this world, so you read a lot.
Everyone you know thinks you're "nice."
Take the Which Led Zeppelin Song Are You? Quiz
Hmmmm....I am pretty much always smiling, so that part is definitely not me. The rest of it...? Hmmmm.... Interesting. It nailed me with the cat, plants, Sundays, hot tea, daydreaming, not taking insults well and loving to read....and you guys know I am often called "nice" and/or "sweet", much to my consternation (dark and mysterious damnit! dark and mysterious!). Hmmmm....
One more quick TWG story from New Year's....
Other Half and I were talking about our crazy weekend tonight, and he reminded me of something he did to The Wee General that had me positively howling.
While we were standing outside at the pool watching fireworks, TWG staggered over to us and asked Other Half to light her cig. He held his lighter out and flicked it.
She leaned forward, and as soon as her cig hit the flame, he released his thumb.
He apologized and "flicked his bic" again.
When she leaned forward, he released his thumb again.
This happened four or five times before she realized he was totally fucking with her.
She started laughing and play-punched him.
He promised he wouldn't do it again.
Well, of course he did it again....but she didn't notice.
She staggered off, convinced he had finally lit her up, taking a deep drag on a still unlit cig.
I called out to her and pointed out she was smoking an unlit cig.
If you could have seen her face as she froze in mid-drag.......LMAO.
I just got off the phone with her, and she has no memory of this happening whatsoever.
Maybe she is still drunk from the party?
I am pretty sure that I am!!!!!!
*hiccup*
While we were standing outside at the pool watching fireworks, TWG staggered over to us and asked Other Half to light her cig. He held his lighter out and flicked it.
She leaned forward, and as soon as her cig hit the flame, he released his thumb.
He apologized and "flicked his bic" again.
When she leaned forward, he released his thumb again.
This happened four or five times before she realized he was totally fucking with her.
She started laughing and play-punched him.
He promised he wouldn't do it again.
Well, of course he did it again....but she didn't notice.
She staggered off, convinced he had finally lit her up, taking a deep drag on a still unlit cig.
I called out to her and pointed out she was smoking an unlit cig.
If you could have seen her face as she froze in mid-drag.......LMAO.
I just got off the phone with her, and she has no memory of this happening whatsoever.
Maybe she is still drunk from the party?
I am pretty sure that I am!!!!!!
*hiccup*
Sunday, January 01, 2006
A wedding, partying with TWG, and hawwwwwt sex
My New Year's Eve was just plain WACKY! LOL!
The wedding:
My best friend Cougar and I used to work with the Mother of the groom.
The good:
MARINES!!!!!!!!
The groom was a Staff SGT recently returned from Iraq. There were lots of handsome marines in dress uniform to drool over. Yummmmmmmy!
The bad:
The choking minister (and Other Half! LOL!).
Every time the minister said the groom's name, he would start coughing and hacking. Every single time! It was frikkin WEIRD! We were convinced it was deliberate. Ha! Every time it happened, Other Half would squeeze or tickle my hand and I would be within a hair of just bursting in to laughter. Bad Other Half! Bad bad bad!!!! LOL!!!!
The ugly:
My friend, the mother of the groom.
Oi vey. She DESPISES her new daughter-in-law. Coug and I have been hearing about how hideous this girl is for a year. I was expecting a lizard to walk down the aisle in a potato sack. She was actually quite beautiful and seemed sweet.
Mother of the groom scowled the entire ceremony.
We get to the reception, and Mother-of-the-groom has me, Other Half and Coug sit with her at her reserved table. She proceeds to tell the table that we all must eat and drink as much as possible in order to drive up the bride's family's bill as high as we can. OMG!
I like this woman, but I am thanking my lucky stars she is not my mother-in-law! Crikey!
So.
We slipped out of the reception and dashed home to change for the party we were going to.
The party was at The Wee General's (aka my neighbor/trainer) Mother's 11,000 square feet mansion.
We walk in and are greeted by TWG's step-dad, who tells us very excitedly "This year we have TWO bars, one in the library and one in the den!".
Groovy.
We head for the library (it's a two story library by the way) and spy the dessert table. It was all Godiva Truffles and Godiva dipped strawberries. I gasped. Not very smooth, eh? LOL! God I love Godiva....
So, we get drinks - crown and seven for me, crown and coke for Other Half. We start wandering around, looking for people we know. We run in to The Wee General, who SQUEALS when she sees us. Big hugs, kisses, etc... She tells us where the food is and where the young people are. LOL!
So, Other Half gets some munchies, and we go outside. We've been to the house before, but we've never seen the backyard at night. Holy Merde. There's a giant, beautiful patio. Then a gorgeous pool with fountains. Then a Grecian Temple (where TWG and the Marquis de Sade got married) that over looks a lake. It's just stunning. All around the lake, there's other mansions. All night long, there were fireworks going off in every single direction. Other Half and I were in awe.
We take our drinks and go sit on the patio to watch the light show. One of my and TWG's work out partners, Ami, came over to say hi.
Ami: I had no idea you were so old.
Blondage: *bursts in to laughter* Yes dear, I'm an old lady. So is he. *points to Other Half*
Ami: He's not a lady. *cracks up* Seriously, I thought you were, like, our age (she and TWG are 25).
Blondage: Well, thank you, but no, I am 35 and the Old Fart I married is 34.
Other Half: *laughs and pinches me*
Bless this girl's heart. She was totally SMASHED. It was very flattering though.
The Wee General staggers over and sits down with us.
The Wee General: Whatcha drinking?
Blondage: Crown and seven, but I had five glasses of wine earlier. Woo hoo!
The Wee General: Ohhhhh reallllly?!?!?!? Been misbehaving, eh? *stern look* I am going to kick your ass so hard next week at the gym.
Blondage: Fuck. Why was I honest?
Other Half: *laughing his ass off* You're dead meat.
Blondage: *sighs*
We talk and drink some more. We all get progressively more intoxicated after a round of tequila shots. Ugh.
The Wee General: *slurring* I wanna ask you someshin'.
Blondage: *tries not to laugh* Ooooookay.
The Wee General: Do you guys have any God-shhildren?
Blondage: Other Half has a God-daughter who lives in New York, but I don't have any.
The Wee General: Don't tell hub I told you this already, but I want you to be my shhildren's god-parents.
Other Half: You're going to make her cry. *he squeezes my hand*
Blondage: *gasps* Oh wow.
The Wee General: We're working on our wills and I want my kids to go to you two if shomething ever happens to us.
Blondage: Oh wow. *voice quivers*
Other Half: Here it comes. *laughs*
The Wee General: I know you guys would love them like your own, and I don't want them to grow up with all this. *waves arms around and points to the mansion*
Other Half: 5. 4. 3. 2.....
Blondage: We already DO love them. *bursts in to tears*
Other Half: Lift off!
The Wee General: *grabs me and lays a big ass kiss on me*
I stop crying. We drink lots and lots and lots more.
The Wee General: Got a New Year's Resoluuuuuution yet?
Blondage: I wanted Other Half and me to share one, but he doesn't believe in those. He says why make 'em when you just break 'em two weeks later.
The Wee General: Well what is yours?
Blondage: Operation Knock-up.
The Wee General: *shrieks* You're going to be a Mom! You're going to be a Mom!
Blondage: *laughs* Well, hopefully I'll be knocked up by this time next year.
The Wee General: Are you going to practice tonight? *cracks up* Hub and I will sing encouraging songs for you. Oh! We could do cheers! I was a cheerleader ya know. We'll root you on!!!
She continues to babble on about wanting to "help" us. She finally staggers off.
Other Half and I look at each other and both start laughing.
Other Half: Did she just volunteer herself and her husband to be our fluffers?
Blondage: *laughs until she cries*
Midnight comes and goes. We drink lots of champagne, and stumble outside to watch more fireworks.
TWG staggers out to us again.
We talk and laugh some more.
We start to walk back towards the house and this pretty blonde girl that I had met a couple times walks up to TWG, tells her she's beautiful, grabs her and starts kissing her.
Other Half and I kind of freeze.....and STARE! LOL!
The girls stop kissing.
TWG turns to me and tells me that was the girl she told me about, the one she slept with last January. She told me about it the night she kissed ME.
Oh my.
Blondage: Sweetpea, can we go home and have sex now?
Other Half: *drags me out the door, barely letting me say goodbye to anyone*
We did one of my favorite positions last night.
I was on my side. He was on his knees, with one of his legs in between mine. Sort of a variation on doggy. When you're ready to just switch to doggy, the transition is easy. All I have to do is shift a bit on to my knees. You don't even lose penetration.
Yummy.
It was quite an interesting New Year's Eve. LOL!
The wedding:
My best friend Cougar and I used to work with the Mother of the groom.
The good:
MARINES!!!!!!!!
The groom was a Staff SGT recently returned from Iraq. There were lots of handsome marines in dress uniform to drool over. Yummmmmmmy!
The bad:
The choking minister (and Other Half! LOL!).
Every time the minister said the groom's name, he would start coughing and hacking. Every single time! It was frikkin WEIRD! We were convinced it was deliberate. Ha! Every time it happened, Other Half would squeeze or tickle my hand and I would be within a hair of just bursting in to laughter. Bad Other Half! Bad bad bad!!!! LOL!!!!
The ugly:
My friend, the mother of the groom.
Oi vey. She DESPISES her new daughter-in-law. Coug and I have been hearing about how hideous this girl is for a year. I was expecting a lizard to walk down the aisle in a potato sack. She was actually quite beautiful and seemed sweet.
Mother of the groom scowled the entire ceremony.
We get to the reception, and Mother-of-the-groom has me, Other Half and Coug sit with her at her reserved table. She proceeds to tell the table that we all must eat and drink as much as possible in order to drive up the bride's family's bill as high as we can. OMG!
I like this woman, but I am thanking my lucky stars she is not my mother-in-law! Crikey!
So.
We slipped out of the reception and dashed home to change for the party we were going to.
The party was at The Wee General's (aka my neighbor/trainer) Mother's 11,000 square feet mansion.
We walk in and are greeted by TWG's step-dad, who tells us very excitedly "This year we have TWO bars, one in the library and one in the den!".
Groovy.
We head for the library (it's a two story library by the way) and spy the dessert table. It was all Godiva Truffles and Godiva dipped strawberries. I gasped. Not very smooth, eh? LOL! God I love Godiva....
So, we get drinks - crown and seven for me, crown and coke for Other Half. We start wandering around, looking for people we know. We run in to The Wee General, who SQUEALS when she sees us. Big hugs, kisses, etc... She tells us where the food is and where the young people are. LOL!
So, Other Half gets some munchies, and we go outside. We've been to the house before, but we've never seen the backyard at night. Holy Merde. There's a giant, beautiful patio. Then a gorgeous pool with fountains. Then a Grecian Temple (where TWG and the Marquis de Sade got married) that over looks a lake. It's just stunning. All around the lake, there's other mansions. All night long, there were fireworks going off in every single direction. Other Half and I were in awe.
We take our drinks and go sit on the patio to watch the light show. One of my and TWG's work out partners, Ami, came over to say hi.
Ami: I had no idea you were so old.
Blondage: *bursts in to laughter* Yes dear, I'm an old lady. So is he. *points to Other Half*
Ami: He's not a lady. *cracks up* Seriously, I thought you were, like, our age (she and TWG are 25).
Blondage: Well, thank you, but no, I am 35 and the Old Fart I married is 34.
Other Half: *laughs and pinches me*
Bless this girl's heart. She was totally SMASHED. It was very flattering though.
The Wee General staggers over and sits down with us.
The Wee General: Whatcha drinking?
Blondage: Crown and seven, but I had five glasses of wine earlier. Woo hoo!
The Wee General: Ohhhhh reallllly?!?!?!? Been misbehaving, eh? *stern look* I am going to kick your ass so hard next week at the gym.
Blondage: Fuck. Why was I honest?
Other Half: *laughing his ass off* You're dead meat.
Blondage: *sighs*
We talk and drink some more. We all get progressively more intoxicated after a round of tequila shots. Ugh.
The Wee General: *slurring* I wanna ask you someshin'.
Blondage: *tries not to laugh* Ooooookay.
The Wee General: Do you guys have any God-shhildren?
Blondage: Other Half has a God-daughter who lives in New York, but I don't have any.
The Wee General: Don't tell hub I told you this already, but I want you to be my shhildren's god-parents.
Other Half: You're going to make her cry. *he squeezes my hand*
Blondage: *gasps* Oh wow.
The Wee General: We're working on our wills and I want my kids to go to you two if shomething ever happens to us.
Blondage: Oh wow. *voice quivers*
Other Half: Here it comes. *laughs*
The Wee General: I know you guys would love them like your own, and I don't want them to grow up with all this. *waves arms around and points to the mansion*
Other Half: 5. 4. 3. 2.....
Blondage: We already DO love them. *bursts in to tears*
Other Half: Lift off!
The Wee General: *grabs me and lays a big ass kiss on me*
I stop crying. We drink lots and lots and lots more.
The Wee General: Got a New Year's Resoluuuuuution yet?
Blondage: I wanted Other Half and me to share one, but he doesn't believe in those. He says why make 'em when you just break 'em two weeks later.
The Wee General: Well what is yours?
Blondage: Operation Knock-up.
The Wee General: *shrieks* You're going to be a Mom! You're going to be a Mom!
Blondage: *laughs* Well, hopefully I'll be knocked up by this time next year.
The Wee General: Are you going to practice tonight? *cracks up* Hub and I will sing encouraging songs for you. Oh! We could do cheers! I was a cheerleader ya know. We'll root you on!!!
She continues to babble on about wanting to "help" us. She finally staggers off.
Other Half and I look at each other and both start laughing.
Other Half: Did she just volunteer herself and her husband to be our fluffers?
Blondage: *laughs until she cries*
Midnight comes and goes. We drink lots of champagne, and stumble outside to watch more fireworks.
TWG staggers out to us again.
We talk and laugh some more.
We start to walk back towards the house and this pretty blonde girl that I had met a couple times walks up to TWG, tells her she's beautiful, grabs her and starts kissing her.
Other Half and I kind of freeze.....and STARE! LOL!
The girls stop kissing.
TWG turns to me and tells me that was the girl she told me about, the one she slept with last January. She told me about it the night she kissed ME.
Oh my.
Blondage: Sweetpea, can we go home and have sex now?
Other Half: *drags me out the door, barely letting me say goodbye to anyone*
We did one of my favorite positions last night.
I was on my side. He was on his knees, with one of his legs in between mine. Sort of a variation on doggy. When you're ready to just switch to doggy, the transition is easy. All I have to do is shift a bit on to my knees. You don't even lose penetration.
Yummy.
It was quite an interesting New Year's Eve. LOL!
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