Happy Labor Day
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Posted:Sep 2, 2017 10:53 pm
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Have a great day. You deserve it. And so do I.
Because we work hard for the money. So hard for it honey.
We work hard for the money so you better treat us right.
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Gone in a flash
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Posted:Aug 23, 2017 7:26 pm
Last Updated:Aug 25, 2017 2:44 pm
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Can't say how the days will unfold
Can't change what the future may hold
But I want you in it
Every hour
Every minute
This world can race by far too fast
Hard to see while it's all flying past
But it's clear now
When you're standing here now
I am meant to be
Wherever you are next to me
And I could see it right from the start
That you would be, be my light in the dark
Oh, you gave me no other choice but to love you
All I wanna do
Is come running home to you
Come running home to you
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another reprint
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Posted:May 4, 2017 6:36 pm
Last Updated:Jan 23, 2022 5:22 am
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round 4
She was big, strong, plain, and brilliant - and utterly insecure in the role of woman. For a defense, she played at being one of the boys. Occasionally, though, when her defenses were down, she revealed her discomfort with herself and was direct in her appeal for affection. At first, he had been very careful about her, being uncertain of how hungrily she might grasp at any sign of affection, or what commitment she might read into the least intimacy between them. She had seemed to want to be a buddy, which he had accepted and encouraged.
Maybe it had been inevitable, though, that the occasion should arise when circumstances would dictate something very different...
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It had happened in her apartment two weeks earlier. They had been sharing a bottle of wine and some cheese; she had reached past him for the knife. She accidentally touched him with her breasts, blushed deeply, and had been conspicuously aroused. She offered herself to him...directly...bluntly....volunteering the assurance that she was realistic and would remain so. ("Hey, just recreation, okay? Just for fun.") He had guessed she would be deeply humiliated if he refused, so he had gone to bed with her. After a little while, in the dark, they returned to the bottle of wine.
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The following weekend, he had two more encounters with her. The second was very much like the first. She initiated their lovemaking but seemed to be quickly satisfied and afterwards abashed and shy. It was as if she had exposed something she wanted to keep hidden. They had not yet spent a whole night together. In fact, she had made the reservations at the resort, and he was not certain they would even share the same room...
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They drove to the resort outside Stroudsburg. She had, in fact, reserved just one room. She had also reserved horses for them to ride. After two hours on the trails near the hotel, she swam laps while he sat at poolside with a drink and watched her. It was only when she had to dress for dinner and accompany him to the candlelit dining room that she turned self conscious and even timid. She wore flats so as not to be taller than he. Her white cocktail dress, though she had bought it for this evening and hoped for the best, somehow emphasized just what she did not want to emphasize...her big bones and solid musculature, her forceful stride and gawky gestures.
"Fuck!" she exclaimed nervously when the returned to their room after dinner. "What are we going to do? Do you really want to sleep with me?"
"Sure," he said. "Why not?"
She sat down on the edge of the bed, letting her shoulders go slack. "Why not?" she asked. "That's what I came here for." She paused and sighed. "But you could have any woman in the world...".
He frowned and shook his head. She fluttered her hand and continued..."Yes, you could, just about. With me...well....what you see is what you get."
"I like what I see," he said. He reached for her hands and took them in his as he stood before her. "I like you...I enjoy being with you. You and I are not in love with each other, but I admire you. You're a very special person. All you seem to lack is self-confidence."
"I've been robbed of it by experts," she whispered. "A succession of them."
"Well, let's see if we can't restore some of it. Come on...let's you and I take a shower together..."
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She undressed hesitantly, blushing as she pulled off her undergarments. He had not seen her naked before, except in the shadows of her bedroom, with almost no light. Ths skin of her torso was white. Her one-piece swimsuits had limited her summer tan to her arms, legs, and face. Her large round breasts were solid. She was not fat. She was just a big woman, damaged in her self esteem by a world obsessed with another style.
In the shower, he lathered her whole body, running his hands over her skin made slippery by warm water and soap. She closed her eyes and twisted sensually, drawing deep breaths. He pressed his middle finger between her legs, through her vaginal lips, and found her clitoris. He massaged it until she stiffened and writhed in the ecstasy of climax...
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From then on, she was guided by instincts which both of them were surprised she had. When they stepped out of the shower stall, she dropped to her knees and began to lick the water off him. First from his hips and belly, then his penis and scrotum, and finally his buttocks. She felt him stiffen and gasp, and stayed there, exploring with her tongue as far as it would reach, exciting him with sensations he had never known before. Reaching around his hips, she took his shaft in her hands and manipulated it while she continued to lick...until he gasped and succumbed to a raging orgasm, spurting on the bathroom floor.
"All I've ever had before were quickies," she whispered to him as they lay in each other's arms in bed. "I just...accommodated guys. Most of them never even bothered to make me come. That was what I was going to do for you two weeks ago, our first time...just make you feel good, because I like you so much. But you...I CAME with you. You took the trouble. Damn, I..."
"Shhhhh. How's THAT feel?"
"Oh, God!"
Lying awake beside him for hours, she offered her breasts to be kissed, took him inside her as often as he could rise to it, and kissed and caressed every part of him to restore him. It was difficult to believe...but he did believe...she had known nothing like this before but offered just what instinct suggested. She gave him as much as any woman ever had.
When finally, just before dawn, she seemed about to go to sleep, he ran his hand across her forehead to brush her hair away from her eyes. "There's nobody better than you", he said. "Absolutely nobody."
She sighed. "Thanks..." she whispered.
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They ate breakfast at poolside the next morning, sitting at a wrought iron table under some trees. It was an easy Sunday morning. They were easy with each other. She touched his hand on the table...
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Trav likes this song, but gets misty
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Posted:May 1, 2017 7:20 pm
Last Updated:May 1, 2017 10:28 pm
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When I was seventeen
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for small town girls
And soft summer nights
We'd hide from the lights
Under the village green
When I was seventeen
When I was twenty-one
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for city girls
Who lived up the stairs
With all that perfumed hair
And it came undone
When I was twenty-one
Then I was thirty-five
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls
Of independent means
We'd ride in limousines
Their chauffeurs would drive
When I was thirty-five
But now the days grow short
I'm in the autumn of the year
And now I think of my life as vintage wine
From fine old kegs
From the brim to the dregs
And it poured sweet and clear
It was a very good year
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Do you miss the old days?
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Posted:Apr 24, 2017 6:12 pm
Last Updated:Apr 24, 2017 10:28 pm
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I used to put a lot of crazy pictures and illustrations with my blog. Haven't done that much lately. Do you miss it? Or no biggie?
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Change
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Posted:Apr 24, 2017 6:03 pm
Last Updated:May 26, 2024 6:39 pm
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People talking
And they're saying that you're leaving
So unhappy
With the way that you've been living
Look in the mirror
And you see how you've been taken
You won't surrender
But now your heart is breakin'
Do you remember
When you got your lucky break
You're looking back now
And it seems like a mistake
Oh oh oh
We always wish for money
We always wish for fame
We think we have the answers
Some things ain't ever gonna change (change)
It doesn't matter who you are
It's all the same (change)
What's in your heart will never change
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Posted:Mar 22, 2017 2:44 pm
Last Updated:Mar 25, 2017 3:11 am
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She chuckled and slid on the blindfold.
"What would you like me to do now?" she inquired.
"Why don't you lie back and make yourself comfortable..." was his reply.
She complied, leaning back on the pile of pillows at the head of the bed. She tried to peek from beneath the blindfold. He called her on it.
"No peeking...we had a deal..." he reminded her.
"Awwww..." she replied as she feigned disdain, a smile emerging from the corners of her mouth.
He fully intended to keep his part of the bargain, turning his head away as he reached into the box. He was sure not to influence the results, and proceeded to remove the first item that he touched.
It was pink. Hard plastic, with small nubbins and a tapered end. About six inches. Nothing spectacular, but enough power to get the job by itself it need be.
It wasn't something he would have necessary ordered himself, but how they insisted on sending extras with orders of such magnitude. He had dutifully cleaned and prepared it with all the others. He was partially disappointed, knowing what else was in the box. But he also considered that maybe this would be an interesting starting point. After all, he didn't need to reveal ALL his secrets immediately, did he? Wasn't the point really about the mystery and the journey, rather than just immediate release?
As he pondered these questions, he also considered her mood. Perhaps this could be an opportunity to expand their horizons...
He gave it a bit more thought. He didn't want to ruin the mood, but they HAD talked on occasion about her being tied up. It wasn't necessarily something high on his list, and he wasn't sure it would actually turn out to be her cup of tea either. But he did know that she did enjoy a little dominance once in awhile, and came quite loudly when he held her hands over her head. She was outwardly shy, but deep down he knew there was an itch that she wanted to scratch. Was this the right time?
He decided to take a chance.
After all, she easily accepted the blindfolded.
Her nipples were rock hard, and she glistened in anticipation.
He slid the long silk scarf from its home atop the dresser...
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Do you remember this one?
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Posted:Mar 19, 2017 6:13 am
Last Updated:Mar 19, 2017 9:03 am
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He met her at the supermarket. He wasn't sure he was even looking, but once he saw her, he knew he had to have her. He sized her up, deciding that she was a little bigger than he was used to. Her breasts were enormous, much larger than he had ever had before. But he was getting older and more skilled, and he knew he had the tools to get the job done.
He was smooth as he sidled up next to her. She was alone, which he took as a good sign. He introduced himself. And thought about the things he would do to her.
He thought about going slow, but once he got her home he couldn't help himself. He pulled off her wrap and couldn't wait to get his hands all over her breasts. They were massive, larger than he had dreamed. He knew he would love getting them into his mouth. She was his to enjoy.
Her skin was perfect; he couldn't keep his hands off it. He massaged her and ran his hands all over her body. He wasn't sure how she liked it, but he knew that when he was done with her it wouldn't matter.
The foreplay was over, and he prepared to fill her up. He expected something so young to be very tight, and was surprised to find her opening tight and her cavity loose. It did not matter, it was just an observation. He had more than enough to fill her up.
He turned her body so he could get a better angle and stuffed her for all she was worth. He enjoyed every minute, basking in his abilities and the sweet juices that flowed everywhere. She was very quiet, but she accepted everything that he had to give.
Sweat poured down his brow. He wasn't finished, not by a longshot. But he needed to stop for a bit and clean up. Oh, there was much more to be do
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From the archives...
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Posted:Mar 18, 2017 3:29 am
Last Updated:Mar 19, 2017 6:15 am
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He gently rapped on the bathroom door.
It would be rude not to announce himself.
She bade him to enter, and he gently closed the door behind him.
He approached the curtain and gently slid it open. Peeking his head in, he found her smiling. And wet...
She was magnificent. She always was. And he always thought it. He hoped the smile on his face conveyed the fact sufficiently.
"Hello...." she purred.
He gently ran his left hand up her slick body. She had already washed her hair, and conditioner was running down her body. He caressed her side and then her back, ultimately supporting her against him.
They shared a deep passionate kiss. And another. And another.
Her breasts were pressed against him. They were magnificent...
The shower curtain was still between them. He reached around the right side, and embraced her around her waist. The warm water ran down his arm and onto his torso. The floor would dry.
He gently ran his fingertips along her waist and side, and her skin responded. They kissed again, more gently this time. His hand slowly moved up her body until his fingers found her left nipple. He slowly traced the outer edge, and her breath slowed. She was his.
He carefully released her from his grasp and slid the right side of the curtain shut. He quickly slid out of his mesh shorts and stepped into the back of the shower. He slid both arms around her and pulled her tightly against him, the warm water enveloping them both.
He resumed kissing her as his fingertips gently massaged her back and shoulders. She melted into his grasp and enjoyed the rub. The gently softness of his fingers in harmony with the steady warm pulsastions of the shower made her feel extremely relaxed. And safe. And desired.
The massage continued for some time, until he pulled back from her lips and bit her softly on the earlobe. He cooed into her ear. "Perhaps it is time to take care of that conditioner...". Without releasing her, he slid his fingers up her neck, gently massaging as he progressed. Tenderly, he slid his fingers into her hair, firmly massaging her scalp. She was so loose. And free. He rinsed her hair slowly. Deliberately. Her body was putty in his hands...
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Destruction.
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Posted:Mar 12, 2017 4:01 am
Last Updated:Mar 13, 2017 5:38 am
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Did you ever do something that totally destroyed another person?
Did you do it intentionally?
Was it an accident?
Do you wish you could have taken it back?
Did you have a choice in the matter?
Has anyone ever done something that has destroyed you?
Did they do it intentionally?
Did you forgive them?
Could it have been avoided?
Did you ever do something to NOT destroy another person?
Was it the right thing to do?
Did it work, or did they eventually get destroyed anyway?
Could anything have been done? Or was it inevitable?
Did you ever end up in a circumstance where it probably didn't really matter what you did, someone was going to end up emotionally devastated?
Did you end up feeling it was your fault, despite the fact it probably didn't matter if you did X, didn't do X, or didn't do anything at all?
If you felt responsible, was there anything you could do to mitigate the circumstances? Did you try to do something? Or is it better to just let it go?
If it happened to you, is there anything that could make you feel better from the offending party? Anything at all? Or should they just let it go?
Have you met someone who seemed so utterly devastated (not your fault in any way) that didn't seem able to recover? Did you try to help? Or was it better to just let it go? Are there people who make up their mind that they can never recover?
Did you ever feel so low that you didn't want anyone to try to help?
Did someone ever try to help? Did you convey a lack of desire for their help?
(Were you ever secretly thankful that someone cared enough to try?)
Can life ever be filled with jellybeans, rainbows and unicorns ever again?
Was it ever?
Does it deserve to be?
Did it ever really stop?
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Ivgoa is back from the dead
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Posted:Mar 4, 2017 8:29 pm
Last Updated:Mar 6, 2017 2:35 am
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I haven't really spend any time with Ivgoa lately. But i thought it might be time to bring Ivgoa back into my life. Feel free to contact Ivgoa if you have missed him too.
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To link to this blog (travellerabc123) use [blog travellerabc123] in your messages.
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