Friend & Lover, Lover & Friend - The Perfect Partner to the End
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Posted:Aug 15, 2007 10:53 pm
Last Updated:Apr 29, 2024 8:17 am 21873 Views
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This is another lovely song by Kevyn Lettau
The perfect partner for me is forever my lover and friend so this song sympathetically resonates deeply with me.
Forever Lover and Friend
Hold me till morning
Soothe me in silence
Promise the music won't fade
Let me adore you
Give you new reason to play
Our serenade
Heal me with your laughter
Let the celebration never find an end
My heart is with you
Forever lover and friend
Voices invite you
Treasures delight you
Moonbeams embracing the night
Daybreak is dawning
Melodies calling your name
A sweet refrain
Heal me with your laughter
Let the celebration never find an end
My heart is with you
Forever lover and friend
I spent each day lost in dreams
Full of what it's and if only
I could change your mind
Until the moment of truth
When you came to me
To make my wold my life unfold
Heal me with your laughter
Let the celebration never find an end
My heart is with you
Forever lover and friend
The taste of youth passing by
Seasons changing, ever faster
Weeks turn into years
A lifetime journey of joy
Building memories to call upon
When we grow old
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The Great Paradox Part II - A Symphony in Punishment
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Posted:Aug 15, 2007 5:43 pm
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2011 7:10 pm 32515 Views
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I created a post asking for your favorite activities to work into an erotic story last week. Your Favorite Activities
I’ve continued this from a story I wrote prior to the post. Her Dilemma Intensifies
I’ve included all of your ideas here making the Great Paradox far more interesting than I originally anticipated!
I continue caressing you, teasing you, covering you with light kisses and soft whispers in your ear at times while watching you struggle against your bonds more now as well as coming to terms with the very real dilemma of holding it or letting go right there. A menacing flogger glides downward over the silky skin of your back reminding you of that word “consequences” which begins echoing in your mind once again. I patiently await your decision while contemplating the great paradox of discovering the ultimate freedom through bondage.
Your need for relief is becoming overwhelming as the pressure increases; your need to go is inevitable and it’s clear that you have no choice but to relieve yourself right there. As my hand strokes you more you feel you can hold back no longer and you relax completely letting yourself go on the bed. You feel the warmth and wetness on your thighs as it soaks into the sheets, my hand there so gentle as you enjoy a sense of intimacy yet humiliation you’ve never known was possible until now. You breathe a sigh of relief as I reassure you, “You’re such a good girl. Everything is going to be fine.” I stroke you harder and faster for a little while delighting in the fact you’re becoming more relaxed and aroused as you realize I’m completely attentive to you yet the word “consequences” continues to whirl through your mind wondering what’s in store for my sweet girl.
My hand suddenly pulls away completely. Now you feel a finger sliding along your ass, moving up and down the crack sensually toying with it. “I have something special for you tonight.” The nervous anticipation is apparent as my finger probes gently but persistently. It feels warm and slippery as it pokes around behind you threatening to work its way inside. You feel my other hand begin playing with you between your legs again, both hands determined in their independent agendas. Your mind races with the combination of wetting the bed moments ago with the ongoing caresses accompanied by the newer sensation of my finger invading you which now is finding its way inside as you relax more, opening just enough for me to penetrate your ass a bit. I slowly remove my finger. You’re surprised it didn’t last longer but even more so when you feel something else entering you. It feels stiff and unyielding as opposed to my finger as it slips inside fairly easily from my earlier prods. You accept your current circumstance but ask, “What are you going to do to me?” I reply, “I’m going to give you an enema.” You’re concerned with the implications but resolve yourself to the fact you’re bound and there’s little you can do to avoid it.
I let you get used to the nozzle inside you as I insert a cold metal plug inside your pussy which glides in effortlessly. As it begins to slowly warm up, it takes you to a much more delightful place than you were during your negotiating of the dilemma “to go or not to go.” This all seems too warm and comforting. Something tells you this is not what I meant by consequences.
I walk away briefly. You hear the computer printer and wonder why I’m on the computer at a time like this. I return with a sheet of paper held in front of your face. You glance at it when you’re suddenly rocked to your very core. It’s an email exchange between you and another Dom on the site! You are horrified! Fear takes you by storm as I say nothing walking away and returning in a fury revealing a box with wires extending from it. You’re suddenly overwhelmed with fear. We’ve never discussed electrotorture. This is something you wouldn’t consider for a second. The look on your face right now will remain with me forever! Caught, bound and unable to defend yourself! You realize now the plug inside you is an electrode. How could you have gotten yourself into this predicament?
I attach the wires to the plug as you squirm with all your might. You are breathtaking! You see another wire with a USB connector and realize I’m attaching the unit to my computer as if the EMS wasn’t frightening enough! Finally, you hear me speak:
“So, you’ve been in contact with DomWand the entire time we’ve been together while we’ve talked so much about the joys of monogamy? These emails suggest your actions conflict with our conversations my dear. Well, he just happens to be online right now. Guess what? He’s going to have control over the EMS online thanks to recent technology. You’re in for double trouble tonight!”
Oh, the look of panic in your face right now! I place the box just out of sight and suddenly you feel and hear ZzzzzzzzzzzzzzZ sending you into a state of horror you’ve never imagined!
A moment later, you realize it was nothing more than me pinching your labia and clitoris while vocalizing the sound of electricity. It was another diabolical trick! The unit isn’t even on!!!
Just as you begin to calm yourself down from the realization you’re not being shocked, the doorbell rings. I leave to answer it. Now you hear two distinct sets of footsteps and a brand new panic courses through you. It’s DomWand! This is unbelievable!
You hear him declare, “She actually thought she could get away with it!”
I retort, “Well, it’s time for the consequences my dear!”
You’re suddenly overtaken as four hands deftly untie you forcefully repositioning you from the hogtie to a spreadeagled position. You struggle with all your feminine might to no avail.
I inform you, “It’s no use my dear!”
He adds, “We’ll teach her a lesson before this night’s over. When we finish with her, she won’t be able to walk for days!”
The flogger begins to fall upon your back without mercy as you grasp the seriousness of your punishment. Your body is music in motion as my cane finds your lovely ass and adds to the crescendo of pain overwhelming you now. In no time at all, the tears begin to flow. You’re just beginning to grasp what I meant by consequences now.
At once, we both cease. Relief floods your mind that it’s over. My hand finds its way between your legs again soothing you as he poises himself in front of you and unzips his pants revealing his engorged member at the sight of you now. You’ve never felt more humiliated in your life at your predicament, nor have you ever felt more strangely excited. He grabs your hair and thrusts his manhood into your mouth.
Meanwhile, I continue caressing you more firmly as my other hand releases the clamp allowing the warm water to begin flowing inside and pinch the hose with my fingers stopping it and intermittently letting warm jets of water to flow in slowly. You feel a new warm sensation flooding you as a couple fingers of my other hand begins rubbing your engorged clit. Your mind becomes dizzy with the new sensation overtaking your body still feeling the wetness on the bed as well. You feel more overwhelmed by the water as the pressure begins building. You suck voraciously on him hoping to avert further torments as well as divert your mind from the increasing pressure. More water flows in as I begin to tease you alternating between the lightest explorations of my lips and tongue and licking and sucking you more aggressively. You begin moving your hips more in response to all of the stimulation taking over your body and mind. I pull my face away and I let more water flow in then stop it rubbing you with wild abandon now. You’re writhing partly in pain from an increasing need to go to the bathroom as well as the pleasure and now my hand manipulates your incredible throbbing wetness revealing your arousal at all that’s happening as this delicious symphony of pain, punishment and pleasure slowly begin to crescendo and merge!
He is thoroughly enjoying you as you struggle to accept him deeper sucking with renewed enthusiasm. I inform you that you may cum any time you like, however, I shall allow the water to run full force if you do. You are once again confronted with a choice, to fight off your urge to climax or suffer the increased pressure of the enema. Your arousal incites me further to tease and torment your tenderness as I let a little more water run inside. It becomes apparent you’re at the point of orgasmic vulnerability and I let more water run in slowing you down but lick, suck and rub you harder bringing you back up. This bringing you higher and slowing it down with the flow of water alternate continuously bringing you to a state of arousal you’ve never experienced and finally I realize you can’t take another moment so I press my face to you taking you in and penetrating you with my tongue as I let the water flow full force feeling you cumming totally uncontrollably! He can hold back no longer either and the force of his seed sends you reeling as his manhood swells gloriously in your mouth. You cum harder than ever before in your life; I can feel it and see it in the way you’re writhing frantically. I’m intoxicated as you reach a climax you never thought possible. After what seems like an eternity and your pleasure begins to subside, I know you’re struggling with all your concentration to hold yourself but it’s too much. I get up quickly cupping my hand against your pussy while your relentless spasms finally come to an end. He’s fully satisfied with you now and pats you on the head silently moving away from you while tucking himself back in. We untie the ropes as fast as possible knowing you have to go so badly. I help you up as you rush to the bathroom to relieve yourself.
When we’re certain you’re finished, we rush into the bathroom, grab you and drag you by the arms to the living room where we tie your hands and ankles to a spreader bar. Once secured, he announces, “I hope you’ve learned your lesson young lady.” Some of us have a sense of honor around here and either way, we’ll figure it out eventually.” He picked up his EMS unit, said goodbye and left on his own. Now it was time for the pièce de résistance!
I unzipped my pants in preparation for savagely taking you in your ass when I offer,
“It’s up to you now my dear. You can take it up the ass rough and hard or you can be whipped, your choice. It took no time at all for you to decide considering the sensations of the flogger and cane remained freshly imprinted on your mind as well as your soft yielding flesh. You brace for the inevitable knowing my lust is raging from all that has transpired. You’re all too aware of how relentless I can be when I’m in this state of mind. This evening is hardly over . . .
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The Voice of an Angel
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Posted:Aug 15, 2007 3:10 am
Last Updated:Aug 15, 2007 6:40 am 21954 Views
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You guessed it! Another Kevyn Lettau song. I love such a wide variety of music coming from a musical family but if I could only have one singer to listen to, it would be her. She has the voice of an angel.
Another Season
April rain in may begins to fall
Showers bring life and growth to all
Promising brighter days in June
Summer sun arrives helping the daylight
To survive into the evening
Winning out over the moon
Another season,
I have finally found a reason
to start living life completely
throwing caution to the wind
A new beginning
took a look and I discovered
no more hiding undercover
unknown courage from within
Autumn holds the promise of the harvest
In her arms she bares the blessing
Of fruitful year to come
Now that we have made it to December
Time to slow down and remember
All the people in your heart
Another season,
I have finally found a reason
To start living life completely
Throwing caution to the wind
A new beginning
Took a look and I discovered
No more hiding undercover
Unknown courage from within
Mountains laced with snow
A treasure to the world
Below open skies of blue
Reveal the infinite to you
Fields alive with grain
The gift to nourish and sustain
Every day is new another season coming through
Another season,
I have finally found a reason
To start living life completely
Throwing caution to the wind
A new beginning
Took a look and I discovered
No more hiding undercover
Unknown courage from within
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Bungle in the Jungle
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Posted:Aug 15, 2007 2:23 am
Last Updated:Aug 15, 2007 3:43 am 21972 Views
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If only I could’ve been in precisely the right position at that moment, I would’ve had the photo of the decade!
There was a small crowd gathered in front of the Art Institute on Sunday where war protesters were proudly displaying signs to the honks and cheers of the passing traffic. The concrete stairs leading up to the museum are framed by two lions.
I wish I could’ve been standing in the street with a camera poised at the elderly woman joyously raising her anti-Bush/war sign with one hand while enthusiastically waving to the passing cars.
The Photo:
On the lower right side - the woman with her sign waving with the lion to her right slightly above.
On the left side – An angry man walking up the stairs just turning around and exclaiming, “There’s no hope for you” to the woman.
Along the top – The Art Institute of Chicago in all its glory.
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Ice Cream & Existentialism
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Posted:Aug 15, 2007 1:40 am
Last Updated:Aug 19, 2007 1:29 pm 22506 Views
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What’s better on a hot August night than ice cream and Existentialism? Here’s a masterpiece of a poem by Delmore Schwartz. He was part of the group of moralists in the 50s warning our society was becoming too materialistic. Stanley Kubrick is also part of that group. I’ve analyzed this poem in the greatest detail simply because I liked the image at the ice cream shop and the flavors Schwartz produced throughout the poem. In some ways I am the little boy in the ice cream shop; in others, I’m in a very different place altogether.
The True Blue American
Jeremiah Dickson was a true-blue American,
For he was a little boy who understood America, for he felt that he must
Think about everything; because that’s all there is to think about,
Knowing immediately the intimacy of truth and comedy,
Knowing intuitively how a sense of humor was a necessity
For one and for all who live in America. Thus, natively, and
Naturally when on an April Sunday in an ice cream parlor Jeremiah
Was requested to choose between a chocolate sundae and a banana split
He answered unhesitatingly, having no need to think of it
Being a true-blue American, determined to continue as he began:
Rejected the either-or of Kierkegaard, and many another European;
Refusing to accept alternatives, refusing to believe the choice of between;
Rejecting selection; denying dilemma; electing absolute affirmation: knowing
in his breast
The infinite and the gold
Of the endless frontier, the deathless West.
“Both: I will have them both!” declared this true-blue American
In Cambridge, Massachusetts, on an April Sunday, instructed
By the great department stores, by the Five-and-Ten,
Taught by Christmas, by the circus, by the vulgarity and grandeur of
Niagara Falls and the Grand Canyon,
Tutored by the grandeur, vulgarity, and infinite appetite gratified and
Shining in the darkness, of the moonlight
On Saturdays at the double bills of the pictures,
The consummation of the advertisements of the imagination of the light
Which is as it was—the infinite belief in infinite hope—of Columbus,
Barnum, Edison, and Jeremiah Dickson.
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I would’ve wanted the banana split and the chocolate sundae as well!
See, I believe “All things in moderation,” including moderation.
That keeps everything in perfect balance!
Ice cream anyone?
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Proof the Wise Men Can Be Wrong
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Posted:Aug 14, 2007 2:38 am
Last Updated:Aug 15, 2007 7:22 am 23009 Views
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This is a famous Cole Porter song recorded by numerous artists over time. I have the Kevyn Lettau interpretation playing in my headphones right now. The Brazilian flavor set against gray skies and winter winds is perfect!
Whenever skies look gray to me and trouble begins to brew
Whenever the winter winds become too strong
I concentrate on you
When fortune cries "Nay, nay" to me
And people declare "You're through"
Whenever the blues become my only songs
I concentrate on you
On your smile, so sweet, so tender
When at first my kiss you do decline
On the light in your eyes when you surrender
And once again our arms intertwine
And so when wise men say to me
That love's young dream never comes true
To prove that even the wise men can be wrong
I concentrate on you
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So Helpful
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Posted:Aug 14, 2007 12:07 am
Last Updated:Aug 14, 2007 12:54 am 21989 Views
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I was working out at the gym tonight with the free weights as closing time approached.
The slender young woman who’s known me for a long time started putting the weights away. I wanted to give her a hand so I told her, “You grab the forties; I’ll help you with the twenties.”
She laughed.
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Power Exchange
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Posted:Aug 13, 2007 6:22 am
Last Updated:Aug 13, 2007 8:48 am 22127 Views
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Barney: You're afraid to tell Wilma, aren't you?
Fred: Afraid? Now let's get this straight, Rubble. I don't need permission from my wife to make a decision. In my cave, I reign supreme. SUPREME!
Barney: I won't tell her, Fred.
Fred: Thanks pal.
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Scientific Alt Research Report Bulletin
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Posted:Aug 12, 2007 10:01 pm
Last Updated:Aug 14, 2007 10:22 am 18083 Views
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After spending a great deal of time compiling data on Alt, I’ve arrived at some earth shattering conclusions.
90% of women come onto Alt looking for men. After assessing all their email at the end of the first week, 80% of those women immediately change their Looking For status to include women.
At the end of the second week, 50% of those women will remove men from the Looking For completely.
At the end of the third week, 25% of those women will specifically express in their profiles with the largest available font ABSOLUTELY NO MEN. EVER!
Men love cock shots. Cleary this must be true since so many women say they deplore them.
Many people prefer not to say. When asked as to why, they preferred not to say.
Men are eager to meet instantly.
Women are eager to meet instantly as well, just nobody from Alt. They would rather drive a sharp object into their thighs then hook up with somebody who can barely manage more than a “Hey sexy” or a ten page master/slave manifesto copied and pasted to the masses.
All men are incredibly well endowed.
Men love cock shots.
Men are mystified as to what women want.
Women know precisely what men want. Therein lays the problem.
75% of women’s profiles are not women. 15% of those are not even human.
Some women might argue that less than one percent of the men are human.
10% of the men are actually very nice.
The other 90% anger or disappoint the women to the point the 10% are usually lumped in with the rest. 5% will become angry over this and join the other 90%.
Many couples are not really couples. Dissociative identity disorder (formerly MPD) is not a valid reason to create a couple’s profile or a profile of a gender other than the one currently applicable unless recent surgery has occurred.
Men are adept with the paste function and are able to spam large areas quickly.
Women are aware of this technological breakthrough and find it disenchanting.
Men love cock shots.
Many women come onto Alt the first week full of hope in meeting a good looking, educated, like minded and compatible partner to become involved with who lives in their area.
After the second week, they expand their search area.
After the third week, they will show interest in an average looking but educated guy.
After the fourth week, they will consider an average looking guy with a high school diploma.
After three to six months, they may settle for a mammal. This is when I have my best shot. It’s just a matter of you lowering your expectations a little bit more.
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