2006 November 20 « craving His touch

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• November 20, 2006 • 2 Comments

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RT @MoveOn: Stop the GOP attempt to redefine rape and set women's rights back by decades. Sign the petition: http://bit.ly/i1aZ04 #dearjohn tweeted1 year ago
my Owner has taken possession of His property as only He can ;) ahhhh...much needed tweeted1 year ago
confused and a bit off center...don't know where i stand in the big scheme of things...UGH! tweeted1 year ago
still sore from yesterday's session...my Owner is a God...i swear! tweeted2 years ago
Happy Birthday my Owner...i love you! tweeted2 years ago

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Quote of the moment

“I do not want to be the leader. I refuse to be the leader. I want to live darkly and richly in my femaleness. I want a man lying over me, always over me. His will, his pleasure, his desire, his life, his work, his sexuality the touchstone, the command, my pivot. I don’t mind working, holding my ground intellectually, artistically; but as a woman, oh, God, as a woman I want to be dominated. I don’t mind being told to stand on my own feet, not to cling all that I am capable of doing but I am going to be pursued, fucked, possessed by the will of a male at his time, his bidding.” - Anais Nin

Until the End…by Norah Jones

You've got a famous last name But you're not to blame Baby I see you for who you are A one time apple queen, And a one time tramp, And an old time movie star. You're a shell picker, Of the pickiest kind, But you always find the ones to keep. And in or out of bed, You keep you're head wide open, 'cause ya don't only dream when you're asleep. Like a child ... you remember, But I forget ... all my dreams. I used to think, That someday I'd relax a little, And be more like you. Then I realized, How silly that thought was, Needed to stand in my own shoes. And from over here, I can see you cry, Don't even try ... to pretend. 'cause he's hurt you, So many times, Baby don't go back again. Like a child, you forget, But I remember everything..and every sting. And through all the games, We'll both stay the same, As we've always been, Through the fat and thin, Until the end, Until the end.