What to do with toys when the fun ends?
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Posted:Jul 29, 2009 9:49 am
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i am thinking about getting rid of all my toys. i just don't know how to go about selling them. should i ask folks in my local community first and then open it up? How do i figure out the fair value of what i own to sell?
Why am i selling them? plain and simple, i am not using them or having them used on me. i will continue with the friendships i have from this site and my local community, and should i need to feel the warming sensation of a flogger on my back again, i know folks who would be happy to do that. i have thought about this for months and think it is time to move forward with it. Spring cleaning you can say.
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Posted:Aug 8, 2007 11:00 am
Last Updated:Dec 7, 2012 3:23 am 12248 Views
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DIAGNOSED WITH A. A . A . D . D . -
Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder
This is how it manifests itself:
I decided to water my garden.
As I turn on the hose in the driveway, I looked over at my car and decided my car needs washing.
As I started toward the garage, I noticed that there is mail on the porch table that I brought up from the mail box earlier.
I decide to go through the mail before I wash the car.
I lay my car keys down on the table, put the junk mail in the garbage can under the table, and notice that the can is full.
So I decide to put the bills back on the table and take out the garbage first.
But then I think, since I'm going to be near the mailbox when I take out the garbage anyway, I may as well pay the bills first.
I take my check book off the table, and see that there is only 1 check left. My extra checks are in my desk in the study, so I go inside the
House to my desk where I find a can of Diet Coke that I had been drinking.
I'm going to look for my checks, but first I need to push the Diet Coke aside so that I don't accidentally knock it over.
I see that the Diet Coke is getting warm, and I decide I should put it in the refrigerator to keep it cold.
As I head toward the kitchen with the Diet Coke, a vase of flowers on the counter catches my eye-- they need to be watered.
I set the Diet Coke down on the counter, and I discover my reading glasses that I've been searching for all morning.
Then I decide I better put them back on my desk, but first I'm going to water the flowers.
I set the glasses back down on the counter, fill a container with water and suddenly I spot the TV remote. Someone left it on the kitchen
Table. I realize that tonight when we go to watch TV, I will be looking for the remote, but I won't remember that it's on the table, so I decide to put
It back in the den where it belongs, but first I'll water the flowers.
I pour some water in the flowers, but quite a bit of it spilled on the floor. So, I set the remote back on the table, get some towels and wipe
Up the spill, then, I head down the hall trying to remember what I was planning to do.
It is at the end of the day and:
----the car isn't washed,
----the bills aren't paid,
----there is a warm can of Diet Coke sitting on the counter,
----the flowers don't have enough water, ----there is still only 1 check in my checkbook, ----I can't find the remote, ----I can't find
My glasses, ----and I don't remember what in the world I did with the car keys!
Then, when I try to figure out why nothing got done today, I'm really baffled, because I know I was busy all day long, and I'm really tired.
I realize this is a serious problem, and I'll try to get some help for it, but first I'll check my e-mail.
Do me a favor, will you? Forward this message to everyone you know, because I don't remember to whom it has been sent.
Don't laugh-- if this isn't you yet, your day is coming!!!
Growing older is mandatory.
Growing up is optional.
Laughing at yourself is therapeutic.
P.S. I just walked outside and SOMEONE LEFT THE WATER RUNNING IN THE DRIVEWAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Story - The Best that I could do...... a must read for A/all
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Posted:Mar 27, 2007 10:45 pm
Last Updated:Aug 18, 2012 10:15 pm 12329 Views
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The best that I could do
by SirWolfr1
February 9, 2001
The munch had ended in the usual way, With good friends saying their goodby's
in the parking lot. The Doms and the subs, each bidding the other farewell, With
exchanged numbers, hugs and soft knowing smiles. No clues for an outsider to
spot.
There were a few new faces to be found this time. A couple of the type that
the old Doms knew too well.
Vanilla's, out looking for quick, easy sex. The sort that you could in an
instant smell.
They had been identified, tolerated, and closely watched.
The subs warned and had been scurried away.
But as they left, one had to shoot off his mouth, And say to his friend that
which he had ought not to say.
"Did you get a load of that one guy's sub?
Talk about a load of fat. I half expected her to moo.
I thought that subs were supposed to be slim, You know, easy on the eyes. Is
that the best that guy can do?"
The sub heard the words as did her Master.
And she knew that this insult he would not abide.
She raised her head to the stars above,
And prayed that this night might not end in homicide.
She watched him approach them silently from behind, Unheard as they continued
to laugh and rail. And as he reached out and grabbed each, by the scruff of the
neck, She wondered if there was enough in the bank to cover
his bail.
"The best I could do?" He said with a snarl in his voice.
As he held their heads tight in the crook of each arm.
You see only the body, I, the woman within, And you should be grateful, for
that woman wishes, That I do you no harm.
"The worth of a submissive is the fire in her soul.
The service...the submission.. .the love. Yet you would defile that flame with
cheap tawdry jokes?
I tell you, you know nothing of what you speak of."
"You came to this gathering in search of quick kinky sex.
Not knowing or caring what else there may be here to find.
But a submissive is a gemstone, a pearl beyond price. And her submission is
not in her body, But her heart, soul and mind."
"Now leave this gathering, this family of Leather and love.
And bother us no more with your ignorance and your lies.
Be thankful that you leave with your tails tucked, but intact. But first to my
sub, you shall apologize."
They quickly did as he did bid, to the teary eyed sub.
With the little her Master allowed them in the way of breath. They realized
their words had touched a raw open nerve.
And save for her wishes, this night they may well have met with their deaths.
As they roared away into the dark of the night. That same Family of Leather
stayed to insure that all
was as it should be. The Doms in their leathers, the subs at their sides.
Proudly together in a special and eternal way.
"They were right my pet, about one thing. Though to them it was cast as pearls
before swine. A tiny glimmer of truth, which they could not see. That you
should know, if I am to call you mine."
"What truth, my Master?" said the still teary eyed sub.
As he held her head tight upon his chest. For she knew that whatever storms
may come her way, In his arms could she find safety and rest.
Her Master turned to their friends, all still gathered round.
As he said, "I say this not just to her, but to all of you. This woman that I
hold...that I cherish, and love... They were right....She is the BEST that I
could do."
© by SirWolfr1
February 9, 2001
All rights reserved
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