Lets play FWB.. :-)
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Posted:Sep 27, 2007 9:21 am
Last Updated:Oct 1, 2007 3:07 pm
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Okay I know I haven't posted in a bit, I've been busy as a bee, but I'm back. So anyways, a friend of mine posted this on her blog and I'm gonna give it a try. So here goes!!!
Here's how it works: Statistcally speaking, there is at least 1 person on your network that wants to date you or REALLY sleep with you. So... let's play
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Nother story... a short one..
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Posted:Sep 11, 2007 8:42 am
Last Updated:Oct 3, 2007 4:12 am
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First Time
You looked back at me, a teasing look in your eyes. We sat facing each other. My heart was beating ever quicker ‒ this was to be the very first time we had sex. You smiled at me, your mouth quirking upwards at each side, your nose crinkling and your eyes spasmodically shutting. I laughed softly; this was a silence that was not entirely awkward. Your auburn hair was shoulder length, your green eyes set in a perfect face framed by cheeky bangs. your body was equally perfect, but it was your face that held me captive.
You smiled again, this time with only the right side of your lips, your eyes narrowing. 'I love you.'
I gulped. It was one of those actions that looks contrived in my memory, when I project what I must have looked like. But it wasn't. My reaction too finding that my feelings were reciprocated by the woman of my dreams, was a comical gulp. You smiled wider, then we were kissing. I don't remember the approach, whether I went left or right, whether I closed my eyes on the way in, we were just kissing, my tongue swirling and battling with yours.
I have not since been happier than I was in that moment. When our lips parted I stroked your face, placed my thumb gently on your lips before resting my fore-head against yours. My left hand moved to your shoulder, and I gently push you onto your left side. I followed you down, so we were facing, then we resumed our kissing. Our hands are all over each other, You rubbing my arms and chest, buttocks and thighs, I your breasts and legs.
We undress in what seems like one fluid motion, garments tossed aside creating a scene of havoc. Your pink nipples were erect, the beautiful creamy skin of your breasts and tummy giving way to a light down of wispy auburn pubic hair.
I am almost painfully erect. Throbbing. Rigid. I noticed that your eyes were glued to it, I nearly cum on the spot. Pulling myself forcibly back from the brink, I kissed your breasts tenderly and lapped at your nipples, worshiping them with my warm tongue, gently pinching them between my thumb and finger, when not lightly bitting them.. Your moans told me I was doing well. I lightly kissed a trail down your belly, until reached your public mound. I rubbed my nose from side to side through your auburn wisps.
I was intoxicated by the scent, my face became redder, and my penis seemed to stiffen further. I ran my tongue around your inner thighs, before I licked your properly. I moved my tongue all around, near your entrance, all over your rosy lips, and the around your clitoris. I wasn't sure how direct you liked it, but I was about yo find out.. when I hit your nub for the first time you gasped and breathed 'right there'.
After several minutes of such treatment, You seemed to explode, your thighs clamped painfully around my face, and your hands which were mingling in your hair, tightened in to fists. You shuddered for a time, before relaxing. At first I was afraid that you had fallen asleep, but then I felt your feeling around between my legs, gently caressing my hard cock. I roll on top of you and tease your wet entrance with the head.. up and down. back and forth.. till you are begging me to put it in you.
I eased into your slick vagina, until I was buried to the hilt. You wince in obvious pleasure. your mouth slightly agape. You whisper, 'you feel so big in me, so good.' I began to thrust. In. Out. The pleasure I was feeling was monumental, I was in heaven. You gasped for me to do it harder, and I do. I was pumping into your deep and hard, all the while your right hand was working in a circular motion on your clitoris. I couldn't take it. It was too much. I cum.
My cock throbbed with that glorious ache, and then pulsed, in what must have been furious spurts. Moments after I had returned to the land of the conscious, You squealed, and came once more, clamping painfully onto my still hard cock, I wait till you are done, watching you until your lovely eyes opened again, then lowered myself onto your gently, and rested my head above your breasts, spent.
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a moral story...
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Posted:Sep 11, 2007 7:55 am
Last Updated:Oct 3, 2007 4:16 am
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A married couple in their early 60s was out celebrating their 35th wedding anniversary in a quiet, romantic little restaurant. Suddenly, a tiny yet beautiful fairy appeared on their table and said, 'For being such an exemplary married couple and for being faithful to each other for all this time, I will grant you each a wish.'
'Oh, I want to travel around the world with my darling husband' said the wife. The fairy waved her magic wand and - poof! two tickets for the Queen Mary II luxury liner appeared in her hands.
Then it was the husband's turn. He thought for a moment and said: 'Well, this is all very romantic, but an opportunity like this will never come again. I'm sorry my love, but my wish is to have a wife 30 years younger than me.' The wife and the fairy were deeply disappointed, but a wish is a wish... So the fairy waved her magic wand and - poof! - the husband became 92 years old.
The moral of the story: Men, who are ungrateful bastards should remember that fairies are female.
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Learn to cook & clean??? & Why brides wear white...
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Posted:Aug 29, 2007 8:35 am
Last Updated:Oct 3, 2007 4:12 am
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This guy comes home from work all upset, seems he lost alot in the stocks this week and is really pissed.. So while thinking of ways to save money, he tells his beautiful wife, hey honey, you know.. if you learned to cook and clean, we could fire the maid and the chef.. To which she replys.. Well if you learn to fuck, we can fire the gardener and the chafer....
Ok ok.. Why do brides where white?? . . . So the dishwasher will match the stove and fridge...
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Another point to ponder...
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Posted:Aug 29, 2007 8:23 am
Last Updated:Oct 2, 2007 5:40 pm
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No one, no matter how bad or how much a screw-up seems completely worthless.. They will always make a great bad example....
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Women have it made.. :-)
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Posted:Aug 29, 2007 5:41 am
Last Updated:Oct 3, 2007 4:12 am
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Keep this in mind when you have something to return and the store gives you a hard time -
A woman went to a K-Mart service counter and told the clerk she wanted a refund for the toaster she bought because it won't work. The clerk told her that he can't give her a refund because she bought it on special.
Suddenly, the woman threw her arms up in the air and started screaming,
'PINCH MY NIPPLES, PINCH MY NIPPLES, PINCH MY NIPPLES!'
The befuddled clerk ran away to get the store manager in front of a growing crowd of customers.
The manager comes to the woman and asks,'Ma'am what's wrong?'
She explained the problem with the toaster, and he also told her that he can't give her a refund because she bought it on special.
Once again, the woman throws her arms up in the air and screamed,
'PINCH MY NIPPLES, PINCH MY NIPPLES, PINCH MY NIPPLES!' and doing so draws an even bigger crowd!
In shock, the store manager pleads, 'Ma'am, why are you saying that?'
In a huff, the woman says,
'BECAUSE, I LIKE TO HAVE MY NIPPLES PINCHED WHEN I'M BEING FUCKED, I ENJOY IT MORE!'
The crowd broke into applause and her money was promptly refunded!!
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Last night...
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Posted:Aug 28, 2007 5:20 pm
Last Updated:May 23, 2024 4:47 pm
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Last night I played a black CD at full blast.. And the mime next door went nuts....
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True but oh, so funny...
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Posted:Aug 24, 2007 7:47 am
Last Updated:Aug 28, 2007 5:07 pm
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During a biology/human sexuality class, the professor explains that semen is mostly sugar. A young coed blurts out, 'Why does it taste so salty then?' The whole class broke out with the giggles...
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Old age and treachery will overcome youth & skill...
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Posted:Aug 23, 2007 7:35 am
Last Updated:Sep 19, 2007 6:27 am
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To the Officers who work hard every day, This story was intended in Good Humor, It was not intended to offend any of the Officers out there who may read this...
As An older lady gets pulled over for speeding...
Older Woman: 'Is there a problem, Officer?' Officer: 'Ma'am, you were speeding.'
Older Woman: 'Oh, I see.' Officer: 'Can I see your license, please?'
Older Woman: 'I'd give it to you, but I don't have one.' Officer: 'Don't have one?'
Older Woman: 'Lost it, 4 years ago for drunk driving.' Officer: 'I see...Can I see your vehicle registration papers please.'
Older Woman: 'I can't do that.' Officer: 'Why not?'
Older Woman: 'I stole this car.' Officer: 'Stole it?'
Older Woman: 'Yes, and I killed and hacked up the owner.' Officer: 'You what?'
Older Woman: 'His body parts are in plastic bags in the trunk if you want to see.'
The Officer looks at the woman and slowly backs away to his car and calls for back up. Within minutes, 5 police cars circle the car. A senior officer slowly approaches the car, clasping his half drawn gun.
Officer 2: 'Ma'am, could you step out of your vehicle, please.'
The woman steps out of her vehicle. Older woman: 'Is there a problem, sir?'
Officer 2: 'One of my officers told me that you have stolen this car and murdered the owner.' Older Woman: 'Murdered the owner?!'
Officer 2: 'Yes, could you please open the trunk of your car, please.'
The woman opens the trunk, revealing nothing but an empty trunk.
Officer 2: 'Is this your car, ma'am?' Older Woman: 'Yes, here are the registration papers.'
The officer is quite stunned. Officer 2: 'One of my officers claims that you do not have a driving license.'
The woman digs into her handbag and pulls out a clutch purse and hands it to the officer. The officer examines the license. He looks quite puzzled.
Officer 2: 'Thank you ma'am, one of my officers told me you didn't have a license, that you stole this car, and that you murdered and hacked up the owner.'
Older Woman: 'Bet the liar told you I was speeding, too.'
MORAL: 'Don't mess with little old ladies.'
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A story I wrote...
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Posted:Aug 22, 2007 12:20 pm
Last Updated:Jan 7, 2008 7:16 am
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... you knock on the door.. you're wearing just what I told you to wear.. Black shoes, black garter belt with stockings, matching black lacy bra and panties over the garter belt with the black knit long dress and the old black cape/wrap I got for you.. you also drove here wearing the brass ben-wa balls gently knocking together inside your soft slick pussy the whole trip.. I have been waiting for you.. and you are running late.. I told you to be here half and hour ago, but you needed to stop and get another ice tea fro the ride... you thoughtfully brought one for Me as well, hoping that might help maybe up for your tardiness. A nice thought, but you know it does not..
I open the door and smile with approval, you look as wonderful as I imagined. I greet you with a big, lift you off your feet, hug and a deep, wet, tongue battling kiss. I spin you around and set you down inside, closing the door behind Me. I whisper in your ear 'I love you, My dear sweet tardy slave.'... you try to explain that it was traffic and weather.. but I cut you off with another deep kiss and a little pinch of your nipple.. you lose your train of thought and your words break off into a soft deep moan. I break off the kiss and look into your eyes and tell you how much I missed you, how anxious I had been to see you again, and that no explanation or excuse would ever be good enough.. All the while I have been pinching your ever harding nipple just a little harder. I have waited to long to see you again, way to long to feel you again.. you have no idea how much I miss looking into your eyes and feeling the love that we share.. No, no reason could possibly ever do that justice. I tell you to stand straight, still and quiet.. Then I take the bag with the ice tea out of your hand. I ask if you where warm enough on the ride here, you reply 'Yes Sir.'. Warm, yes, but a bit uncomfortable going into the store dressed like this. Good thing they do not know you there and will most likely never see you again. I take your cape and hang it up, returning with a leather collar, cuffs, ankle restraints and leash.. As I have you stand there in all your beauty, I bend down and affix the black leather restraints to you ankles, over the stockings, then I slide My hands up your wonderfully smooth legs till I get to the garters..I keep moving up, slowly till I get to your panties, they are over the garter belt, just like I instructed... pushing the dress up as I go.. With one hand I push your panties aside and then slip a finger.. or is it two.. inside your warm, wet wanting pussy... it has been wet most of the trip cause the ben-wa balls have been knocking together and setting up this wonderful vibration every bump you drove over, you never knew there was so many bumps and cracks on paved roads.. till now.. at times it was difficult to stay focused on the road and the drive..
My fingers find what they where looking for.. the hard metal balls inside you.. I wanted to be sure you put them in, like the obedient slave that you are.. As if the wetness didn't give if away.. I leave them inside, for now.. I leave you wondering if I'll take them out, or fuck you with them in.. Now that would be a new sensation.. I stand up and you start to ask Me just that.. But I put a finger to your lips and say shhh.... you realize that it's the finger that was just inside you.. it's all slick with your flowing juices and you can smell your sweet scent on it..
Next I take your hands and wrap each wrist with a black leather cuff.. first one wrist.. then the other.. then I clip both together.. I tell you to undo My pants and play with My ever hardening cock.. While you struggle a bit with My belt and buttons on My jeans I remind you to stay standing straight.. as you pull My cock from My jeans and stroke it to get it even harder, I affix the leather collar around your pretty little neck, sealing it with a kiss on the side of your neck.. you know the spot, below your ear.. the one that makes you go weak in the knees..
... Now I tell you to lean over the bed.. It's time to start punishing you for being late.. Not that I want to have you stop the wonderful gentle stroking of My cock, but a spanking and more is surly called for and needed. you bend over the edge of the bed, with your soon to be blush red butt cheeks in the air. I pull your panties down and toss then aside, they will not be needed again anytime soon.. your hands and arms are in front of you on the bed, resting on the mattress. I spread your legs a little wider and put a spreader bar between the ankle restraints, to keep them spread.. Then I smack your left cheek with a quick open hand and I let it set there.. squeezing and kneading it into your soft ass... I raise My hand and strike the other cheek the same way.. listening to you moan softly as the feeling sinks in and overwhelming you. I strike the left, then the right letting each one sink in.. Next I pour some massage oil on your back.. I rub it into your back and then run My fingers down your back.. from your neck to your cute little ass. Now I massage the oil into each cheek.. I pour a little more on the small of your back, you feel some run down your crack to your ever moistening pussy. I smack the left cheek again, massaging the spank in, with the oil it feels different then before.. then the right cheek, in that same sensual way.. 2 then 3 more times.. alternating back and forth.. as the last one is massaged in you feel My hard cock pressing against your pussy lips.. you want it inside you so bad, but don't wish to beg for it, at least not quite yet. you fight the need to ask or even beg for it. Then when you think you can't stand it anymore.. I push slowly inside you, filling you as never before... My cock and those 2 heavy brass wonderful feeling balls, inside you... you moan louder... Well the rest we'll have to finish in person..
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Thoughts....
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Posted:Aug 21, 2007 12:04 pm
Last Updated:Oct 18, 2007 9:09 am
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Years back, I used to send out little email 'NewBie' info packs to people getting into or thinking about D/s.. I used to send out 'NewBie' info packs back in My local BBS and later AOhelL days.. Thought I'd share it.. I updated it slightly.. But please share your thoughts as well... So here.. without further ado.. My D/s thoughts..
D/s...
Deliverance / slavery?? No.. Dominance/submission
Where do you draw the line? What dark recesses drive the perversions of the obscure?
Do you remember what you have heard? Rumors and whispers of people subjecting themselves to torture, whippings, spankings, humiliation, bondage, and even more bizarre acts.
Hello. This isn't D/s. D/s is far simpler, requires no accouterments, no implements, no fancy gear or elaborate justifications. D/s is very, very simple. When a man looks down into the eyes of a woman and within him surges the desire to possess, to own, to control, to protect he is expressing Domination. When a woman looks up into the eyes of this man and within her surges the desire to be held, coveted, desired, possessed, owned, controlled and protected, she is expressing submission. Ah hah you say. But, isn't that sort of everyone?
Indeed. D/s traits are universal to some degree in all humans. It is an underlying biological reproduction mutation. An encouragement for survival. So why the whips and chains? Aren't they D/s?
No. D/s is Domination and submission. To some degree practiced by ALL human beings with their partners. There is a separation from Bondage and discipline or B/d and Sadism and masochism S/m. Often run together as ‘THE SAME THING’. They are actually very separate things. A man can and often does dominate a woman physically. He may not know that he is doing so, but he responds instinctively. A woman can and often does submit to the man's will, she may resent it, challenge it or even deny it but she responds instinctively and submits. Essentially, though both people are autonomous and separate they must come together as a team in order to successfully propagate their species. Yep, back to that biological prerogative again. If you have two captains on a ship you have CONFLICT. War! Little is achieved except polarity.
So let us address what D/s people term the vanilla life. Vanilla essentially means humans who live WITHOUT strong D/s responses. D/s are VIVID. Strongly passionate. Overtly sexual. Vanilla are less so, more PASTEL or Vanilla. They tend more toward the middle of the road, sex once a week on Tuesday’s. (though that may be an unfair generalization)
Essentially all humans are D/s. However, the lifestyle known as D/s houses and shelters those humans who's inherent nature is far stronger. Most Dom's and sub's will collectively tell you that they have tried many times to live in a conventional lifestyle. Often for many, many years as part of a marriage. All acknowledge deep yearnings for MORE. A stronger response from their partner, more ATTENTION. They have ‘emerged’ into a knowledge and acceptance of desires within them that are abhorrent to the way they have been raised. Eventually they go seeking someone who can address these long contained needs.
So, to the meat of the puzzle. What is it?
The application of pain. Even saying it sends millions of people off into the corner screaming ABUSE! Well, abuse exists. And, a lot of it. D/s people are not domestic abusers. They have no need to abuse their partner. Ahhh. Say What???
From the Submissive: I intertwine my arms around my man's neck, look up into his eyes and ask him or even beg him to spank me. His arms tighten about my waist, a loving grin in his eyes, he replies, “Perhaps”. Every single aspect of a relationship is important. The respect, the dis-respect, the elevation and the reduction. I know that when he focuses his attention lovingly upon me, uses his hands or a paddle, flogger or whip against my skin, that it will hurt, will burn, will alter, will AROUSE me. It excites the most primal side of my nature. Allowing me the freedom to respond with sharp cries, wanton desires and pure raw passion. He sets me free.
So, to be very simple here. light pain enhances arousal. Pain and pleasure share the same nerve endings in the human body, they send messages to the brain on the same conduit. Within some people those lines blur - pain and pleasure are the SAME! These are the people who live within the lifestyle called D/s.
From the Dominant: I feel the laughter bubbling inside her, the way her eyes dance when she looks up at me. Her attention is like the sun surrounding me, enveloping me. She freely offers to me the gift of herself. I know that I ‘cannot’ shame her, damage her, embarrass her. She has left behind the cloistered chastening words of her upbringing. Instead she offers to love me, to give to me the gift of touching her with that side of myself that I must forever hold tightly contained. The beast within. I have held the beast back, denied it. Felt only shallow distant emotions and feelings for those I told I loved. Then I met her. She offered the beast the gift of freedom. For only with her permission do I exist, am I free. Between us, when I express control of her, it is by mutual consent. And the pain? When I touch her, gently bringing her to an edge, I see and smell the musk of her arousal, there is a sense of rightness, deliverance. Freedom. When she peaks, I peak. My desire grows with hers.
So, what about discipline?
This brings a smile. D/s extends. Bondage and discipline are often practiced by long term real life Dominants and submissives. It is a natural extension of a healthy D/s relationship. However, I know several couples quite well who find it more pleasurable to enjoy each other unencumbered. They prefer hand spankings, physical domination in bed (the man literally pinning the woman). They find the hardware un-natural and un-necessary. Then again, they are the minority here. Most D/s people love to experiment. The Dominant men enjoy expressing their dominance in more dramatic ways. The very idea of tying up a woman and flogging her is mentally erotic and very stimulating. The submissive women often create, make, design and TELL their Dominant what they would like to try out. Yes, They LIKE bondage, collars, commands. Perhaps you could consider it a role they love and need to experience. They want to be reduced (with love), played with, used. Ut oh. Sounds like a slut.
Were you told “good girls don't...” Of course. Women are told to deny their natural eroticism. To be erotic is to be nothing more than a slut. So, for a woman to get past all that conditioning it really helps if she is tied up and can't help herself. So, the man ties her up and voila she becomes a wanton slut. (very big grin) This is a simplistic view of an experience which does not really have anything to do with sex. Sort of. It has to do with reproduction - and that is sex, but the best Dom I ever met was a Vietnam Vet who came back without legs and functionally unable to perform. Yet, he was a Dom through and through. And, greatly adored by his submissive wife.
It is within the demonstration of control, the exchanging of the gift that the Dominant and the submissive truly come into their own. It may be a simple glance, a soft whisper in her ear. A momentary pause in their mundane life. An acknowledgment of love and attention. Perhaps she just happens to leave a tiny flogger inside his briefcase and a note that the evening is open. This is a willful desire, choice and pleasure between them. It exists because both agree it exists. If either cease to participate it ceases to exist.
Now.. The MOST important thing in a D/s relationship.. Is Honesty the keystone.. Now, Many a Dom and some subs are married and cheating on their spouse.. Think about it.. If they lie to there supposed love (spouse) will they lie to you.. Sure they will.. So beware, if their spouse don't know...
This is D/s. Oh, one more thing for you beginners. All submissives basically dominate from the bottom. This is a simple truth. Without the granting of permission from submissive (RE: the rules, and limits, if any) to Dominant nothing happens, and the submissive should choice the Dom, (RE: who she wishes to be submissive to..) NOT every Dom, Dick, and Harry.... OR is that every Dom with a Hairy Dick.. LOL
Please understand that this information is for guidelines, where each D/s relationship is different.... It would be impossible, at best, to make all of these apply. Happy Sane... Safe and Consensual Journeys to you as you explore. If you have any questions, please do ask me, as the only stupid ones, are the ones that you don't ask... Your Romantic & Funny 'Dom Lite'... SmartAzzSir AKA Richard
PS. MOST of these 'rules' we have all broken, JUST listen to you little voice, and follow it..
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New house & ghost cat...
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Posted:Aug 14, 2006 10:16 am
Last Updated:Sep 19, 2007 6:27 am
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Ghost cat? Aug 7, 2006 2:07 pm Mood: contemplative, I found out that this new house has a ghost, but not just any ghost, oh no.. a ghost cat. Kinda neat, no food or litter box to clean up.. LOL. How do I know, well I felt a cat jump up onto the bed the other night, and I turned over to see and say hi to "PupSter", only to see him in the window looking at Me whe ni said his name. I then watched as the little impression in the bed make paw "prints" as such to the other side of the bed, I saw the covers go down and felt the little kitty feet thru the covers. they "walked" to the edge of the bed and jumped off.. "PupSter" watched and them followed the etherial cat out of the room..... Was weird and a little freaky, but not in a bad way.. Anyone else had experiances like this?
Well.... Aug 3, 2006 11:47 pm Mood: adventurous, Life is good, I have almost 3 years of yard work to get caught up on, a big house to clean, been empty for those years.. and some updating to do, as it has not been done since the 1970's.. Anyone want to help?? LOL.. Anyone need a room to rent??? TTFN Richard
Well... Aug 1, 2006 5:38 am Mood: bouncy, I'm all moved into the new place and getting the yard and house in order. It's amazing how much yard work there can be when no one has done any for 2+ years....
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