Lent
|
Posted:Feb 21, 2007 7:07 pm
Last Updated:Feb 24, 2007 8:33 am
1744 Views
|
For those of you follow christianity, today starts Lent. We may or may not give someonething as an offering of sacrifice. I thought long and hard on this one. Some things I was not willing to give up and some weren't possible to give up. I came up with something that I figured would be a sacrifice, but not impossible, well maybe. I am going to attempt to give up cussing. Anyone who knows me, knows that I pretty much have the mouth of a sailor, and I especially love to say the word FUCK. So I will attempt this and let you know how it goes. I believe each sunday though we are allowed to indulge it what we give up. Someone please confirm that for me so I can get every single cuss I have in me out on that day......
What are you giving up for Lent?
|
|
|
2
Comments
|
|
3 wishes
|
Posted:Feb 19, 2007 10:15 am
Last Updated:Feb 21, 2007 7:00 pm
1747 Views
|
So I love Disney movies, and to tell you a secret sometimes I find the message in them so powerful I get a little teary eyed..Ok that's a lie, there has been times when I have balled like a little bitch...  My favorite is Tarzan, then maybe Aladdin, Lilo and Stitch, and hell this list goes on and on....I used to work for a company that was owned by Disney and I would get so many passes to take myself and family or friends to Disney World and discounts on hotels ect. I loved going to that magical place. Inside I am a at heart...I've been called Peter Pan, it makes me happy inside, although I don't think the people who have called me Peter Pan were looking to make me smile, so on the outside I am forced to look stern and attentive ...Anyway I feel Walt Disney, as many others throughout history, was someone who knew exactly what life is all about. Making people smile, making people thankful to be alive, and depicting a better world where the good guys always win. I think I am off to go watch Aladdin with a box of tissues...No jokes fuckers!
If you had three wishes what would they be?
What is your favorite Disney movie?
Ever been to Disney World? How was it?
Are you artistic? How?
|
|
|
1
comment
|
|
|
|
I Do
|
Posted:Feb 16, 2007 12:04 am
Last Updated:Feb 22, 2007 10:57 am
1798 Views
|
 ok when I think of saying I do, it's not so much that I take serious all the bull shit the priest is going to say before sticking my tongue down some beautifully dressed women , I think fuck, I'm actually taking a swan dive off this 1000 ft cliff, here's hoping I live.
I'm not big on , one of the main reasons I would get married, and I�m also not sure where I would like to get married, should I ever decide marriage is what I want. I heard Las Vegas is great anytime of year.
I�m sure there are good reasons to marry for love. I know I don�t believe I have to prove I am in love to be married though. I like my last name, but I don�t need a woman I love to have it.
There is however the side to me that would like to spend the rest of my life with some infatuating woman who would allow me her hand. I romance of the notion that being 90, I lay my weary body in a casket next to hers. Making love passionately, watching our grow, and lavishing our grandchildren with our retirement. Thinking of her when I see another and calling a babysitter to have an empty house to ourselves. Planning vacations we may or may not take, squandering our money on some pleasurable affirmation of life, and watering plants while sipping lemonade on the deck. Loving each other for who we are not who we want each other to be, naming the family dog, paying off credit cards, smiling for the camera, and giving each other dirty looks. I�m sure marriage, like life, is what you make of it, but is that commitment worth taking?
IF you aren�t married where do to you envision being married, if you are/were was it everything you expected?
How have you weathered the storms of marriage or where did you go wrong?
If you remarried, what made you do it all over?
Are the memories worth the pains?
Does sex really stop after you get married, or is that why they created Passion?
|
|
|
1
comment
|
|
You wouldn't like me when I'm angry
|
Posted:Feb 13, 2007 5:40 am
Last Updated:Feb 21, 2007 12:34 pm
1788 Views
|
Everyone has days, weeks, minutes, hours, whatever, when they want to cuss someone out, maybe worse. My morning started off this way, and I went right to my computer and started playing songs like Prodigy's "Smack My Bitch Up." My frustration does not come from a woman, so please don't misinterpret that, but I am pissed off and would like to vent. I really try to let very little bother me, and most of the time I am successful. I believe the saying "hear no evil, speak no evil," a saying I interpret to mean while bad things happen, good can be found in anything. My point is, I try to be positive, to spread love, and make others smile, as I appreciate those who treat me this way.
What do you do when you get upset?
Do you carry your anger inside or do you let it out?
Is there someone who gets under your skin no matter what effort you make to please them?
How do you interpret "hear no evil, speak no evil?"
|
|
|
2
Comments
|
|
Strangers at a bar
|
Posted:Feb 8, 2007 2:17 pm
Last Updated:Feb 21, 2007 12:34 pm
1979 Views
|
We meet at a bar. We are sitting alone, letting our eyes wander from face to face, silhouette to silhouette. On the outside we look calm and collected, yet on the inside throbbing and tense genitalia fills us with passion and desire. You sip your glass of Robert Mondavi cabernet, as I take confident swallows from my grey goose martini. Gently I allow my eyes to caress your frame, starting at your eyes, working my way to the halter top delicately masking your perky, inviting nipples. As I catch you investigating my crotch I wonder thong, panties, perhaps nothing at all. I then catch you moisten your lips and assuredly pounce on my feet, and serenely make my way to the gentleman’s room stopping by where you are. Quietly and unnoticed I come from behind you and whisper in your ear “I want you.” I say nothing more and as I make my way to the bathroom I hear you calling to the bar tender. As I reach the bathroom door and gently thrust it open, I hear you say “I would like to pay my tab, as well as the gentleman’s who just walked into the bathroom.” After resisting fondling my erection in the bathroom, I walk back outside grab my jacket; place my arm behind your back, and together we proceed towards the door, engulfed in desire. I walk you over to my car, press your body against it and begin to passionately kiss you, connecting my lips with yours, working them too the tips of your ears and down your neck, and back up again, flicking them with my tongue. You slowly unbutton my pants, discovering my large manhood fully erect, and longing for your touch. As you work your way up and down my shaft, down to my testicles where you gently fondle them, I grab you by the waist, and force up your skirt, ripping your panties as you moan. As I rub your clit, you begin to get more forceful, yanking at my shaft. I take this opportunity to insert two fingers into your vagina, and after tucking them inside for a moment or two, I put them in my mouth, look directly in your eyes, and give you a cunning and approving wink. You growl, put your hand on my head, and powerfully lead me directly where you want me to go. With my head under your skirt, I lick and tease your clit, flicking and sucking on it with my tongue, using it to bathe the outside, where the lips separate. As you purr approvingly you whisper “what a good boy you are.” Resenting being referred to as a boy, I rise, once again grabbing you by your waist, and spin you around so that your ass is exposed to my aching penis. As I raise your hands in the air, and trace your figure with my own, you giggle, and I allow you until I get to the center of your back. I force you over the hood of my car, grab my cock at its base and insert it from behind. As I thrust deep inside you, you submit to me. I yank your hair, letting you know exactly who is in control. After pounding and thrusting, I am aware at the gratification to which we have both experienced. Your whimpers are my reward as you whisper “please, let me suck your cock.” I thrust one last time and gently back out, as I feel your juices flow all over my significant declaration of masculinity. You kneel in front of me and the car, hastily taking all of me in your mouth. As you bob up and down, I give and break. I am yours now, and as you realize this, you begin to slow down, stopping to flick my head with your tongue as you once again fondle my testicles. As you look up at me with calculating eyes, you make it clear what time it is. While you continue to keep your eyes vigilant on mine, you assuredly remind me just how fortunate I am to have received this gift. I agree. Finally I can hold out no longer, as I explode and burst inside your mouth. Together we moan, as you yourself come to climax with me. We quiver, both tightening together, then releasing as one. As you continue to reward me for a job well done, my manhood begins to soften, and I appear quite tender as we bathe together in the light of a full moon. As you calm the fire with your mouth I smile thankfully and you finish. I reach for my pants, pull them up and button them, as you adjust and correct your skirt and top, leaving your panties as a testimonial to the two of us. You are pleased, as am I, and as you drift away I am left wondering "will I ever see her again." You give a coy smile to yourself, knowing that this was always meant to be a solitary moment in time amongst two strangers at a bar.
|
|
|
3
Comments
|
|
Virtuality and the surreal.
|
Posted:Feb 6, 2007 10:36 am
Last Updated:Feb 21, 2007 12:34 pm
1853 Views
|
After surfing blog land for several weeks I have come to a conclusion. Blogs are a way to create our own reality, a life away from our life. Here we become our thoughts, we are less guided by sight, physical appearance that is, sound, smell, taste, and what we hear. So what then guides us? What causes us to post our own definitive declaration either related, or unrelated, to someone else's? Some blogs are very creative, causing me to think. Some are very appealing, and make me extremely attracted to the person I imagine posting. Some are hilarious, leaving me to imagine having a couple drinks with him or her. Some bring me to a world of fantasy, some sexual fantasy, and some completely turn me off or disgust me. There are those blogs that leave me to believe perhaps they are posted in an attempt to create the type of life they wish for. Some blogs simply re-tell the life that they are living, and occasionally ask for advice. I have come to realize for myself, and what appears to be many others, we are all searching for answers. Answers about ourselves; entertainment and who will give it to us, sex and what we want out of it, relief and when it's coming, love and where to find it, philosophy and why we do it, life and how to live it!
For me, here in blog land, blogs help to define who I am, and sculpt who I wish to become.
What reality do you believe, or desire to create in blog land?
In what way have you found that your blogs, and others, have helped to define yourselves and your readers?
What do you hope to obtain by keeping a blog, besides shits and giggles? "feel free to post if sexual gratification is your major desire, but I was thinking sexually, more mentally and emotionally"
|
|
|
3
Comments
|
|
|
|
True False
|
Posted:Feb 3, 2007 10:47 am
Last Updated:Feb 11, 2007 7:16 pm
1922 Views
|
True Or False , Anyone ?
This was the very first blog game I played ..
The way this game is played is you tell me something about yourself. Anything you like. I will guess if it is True or False.
If I guess right... then I get to ask you anything I want and you promise to answer truthfully. If instead I get it wrong, then you get to ask me any question you like and I promise to answer it truthfully.
Ok, a few side rules. The questions you ask and the ones I ask can be anything... but they can't compromise someones safety, their families safety, or discretion on this site. After all this is suppose to be fun. So you can't ask someone's real name or phone number. You can't ask if they slept with some particular person. Otherwise, anything goes.
If you play... post the game to your blog... and I will come play with you as well
So go for it... tell me something either True or False about yourself....
Let's all have fun !! "started by Karlsbaby" check hers and play
|
|
|
9
Comments
|
|
Lights Camera Action
|
Posted:Feb 3, 2007 9:28 am
Last Updated:Feb 5, 2007 9:01 am
1922 Views
|
So I think everyone ponders being a celebrity at some point in there life. Being in the spotlight, having everyone's eyes fondeling every part of their body, drooling over what lies beneath their carefully planned costume. Some dream of being mobsters, rock stars, godesses', queens, prostitutes. Whatever you lust, there is an actor/actress who has portrayed it. Some have lived these out through role play, but possibly everyone has thought of being an exibitionist and allowing all to see, being it sexual or not in tone. I'm sure everyone has a favorite actor, perhaps someone they imitate at times, and most have an actor or actress they drool over and would proposition themselves to at the drop of a dime for uninhibited sexual passion. I've always dreamed of the whole mobster thing, perhaps an honrable preist, a man like Bogart was in Casablanca, even a long shafted pron star or desirable playboy. The actors or actresses we admire reflect who we are.
What would be your perfect role or scene?
What actor/actress do you most admire?
Who would you offer yourself completely to physically?
|
|
|
1
comment
|
|
R.I.P.
|
Posted:Feb 2, 2007 12:26 pm
Last Updated:Feb 24, 2007 8:34 am
1840 Views
|
Aight so everyone knows someday our lights will go out. Some lights burn long, are consuming, but are gone before we have a chance to ask why. Some burn slow, tender, enduring days and nites, providing us with light to learn by. Some like to pulsate, are flashy, and tease us, strobing shadows and corners, making time slow down and appear broken in fragments. Yet other lights we know are there but we never get to glimpse, or they are here for a while and dissapear. Some return, brightening our days like the sun does the Earth. Some allow us to dream, and provide us peace like the moon and the stars. Wether it be our own individual lights, or a group of them like the stars or a string of tightly laced Christmas bulbs, or the sun itself, all will eventually cease to burn. This may be solemn to some, providing regret and remorse. For others it may provide a final culmination to a fruitful, rewarding life of dedication and service. Some may go out in a blaze of glory, and some may unbelivably accept that there wicker is nearly gone after withstanding the storms, torrential rains, and blistering winds of life. Some will recall the miraculous ways there light blazed and dimmed at different periods in time. We all have an inner light that burns for all to see. What does yours look like? Is is grouped together with others like that of an illustrious chandalier, or does it stand solitairly by providing passer-bys beauty and splendor? What will you want to be doing when it burns out?
|
|
|
2
Comments
|
|
How raw Do you Like it!?!?!?!?!
|
Posted:Jan 30, 2007 9:03 pm
Last Updated:Feb 7, 2007 10:14 am
1749 Views
|
Ok so after thinking about going to the gym tonite, I remember I was going to wait till I was done there to eat my dinner. Of course being aware of what I put into my body, I eat foods naturaly high in protein and low in carbs. After fumbling through the fridge and not seeing anything desirable, I consider one of my favorite things. I open the freezer and move things around till I find what I'm looking for. I start unwrapping and pull it out, put it in the microwave to soften it a little till its ready to be made nice and hot. Next I throw it outside on the deck getting it nice and hot. Juices fall, making loud cackles, letting out spurs of energy into the air. Finally I pull it out as I dont want it over done. I just want to tease the outside, but when the insides nice and soft I am most please. I set it on my plate, the bone and all take up most of it from top to bottom. I lower my head, open my mouth, and enjoy the sweet taste that flows down my throat. Large pieces of meat melt in my mouth and my tongue, forcing me to lower down my head for more.
Anyway after all of that I decided I wanted to write a blog about....I dont know who decided to eat cows, and what made me decide to make them appear erotic tonite but thank God for that man or woman's discovery. Ok by now you should know I was talking about cooking a steak for dinner, and also you should know I like my steak like I like my woman. Rare. Of course I've found the perfect steak is a hell of a lot easier to find then the perfect woman. But I wonder ladies and Gentleman..................
How do you like your steak cooked? On the bone or off the bone?Petite Filet, Filet, Prime Rib, Rib Eye?
and finally everyone......
What foods do you find most erotic?
|
|
|
1
comment
|
|
Who am I today?
|
Posted:Jan 28, 2007 10:04 pm
Last Updated:Feb 3, 2007 12:14 pm
1761 Views
|
So....I collect masks from all over the world from places I've traveled to, or places someone who knows me has gone. I do so in the belief that we all where masks to cover are identity, or at least how we see ourselves. Online I am not completely the same way I am at work. At work I am not the same way I am with friends. With my my friends I am not the same way that I am with a lover. In all of these circumstances I put on a mask. Something I want them to see to cover up what I am thinking or feeling, be it good or bad. Now obviously there are times when I am candid, and need a shoulder to lean on, and in these moments I take the mask off and reveal who I am. However, there are few who will see this, and rarely that I will keep it off. So of course in a cyber world where no one can see our faces while we tap away at the keyboard, I wonder who it is we want to project. I'm sure some will say they are being themselves. Fine. But no way are you gonna take your mask off comepletely for some asshole over the internet. right? So help me out here.
Do you where a mask?
When do you put it on and take it off?
Is there someone who you always let you see without a mask?
|
|
|
1
comment
|
|
To link to this blog (Love2Loveyabab2) use [blog Love2Loveyabab2] in your messages.
|
|
|
| Sun |
Mon |
Tue |
Wed |
Thu |
Fri |
Sat |
| |
|
|
|
1
|
21
|
32
|
4
|
51
|
61
|
7
|
81
|
9
|
10
|
11
|
12
|
131
|
14
|
15
|
162
|
17
|
18
|
191
|
20
|
211
|
22
|
23
|
24
|
25
|
26
|
27
|
28
|
|
|
|
|
