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~Autumn
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Posted:Oct 23, 2022 6:02 am
Last Updated:Oct 14, 2023 1:48 am 10847 Views
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Autumn is the hardest season. The leaves are all falling, and they’re falling like they’re falling in love with the ground.” — Andrea Gibson
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Sunday Sway ~ Acoustic
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Posted:Oct 23, 2022 5:34 am
Last Updated:Mar 26, 2023 2:25 am 9592 Views
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* Collective Soul ~ Shine ~ Unplugged * Stone Temple Pilots ~ Plush ~ Unplugged * Soul Asylum ~ Runaway Train Unplugged * Jeff Buckley ~ Last Goodbye ~ Acoustic * Cake ~! The Distance ~ Live * Bob Dylan ~You're A Big Girl Now ~ The Bootleg Series (Acoustic) * Eric Clapton ~ Running on Faith ~ MTV Unplugged * Chris Cornell ~ Nothing Compares To You ~ Acoustic
Chris Cornell ~ Nothing Compares To You
It's been seven hours and sixteen days Since you took your love away I go out every night and sleep all day. Since u took your love away
Since u been gone, I can do whatever I want I can see whomever I choose I can eat my dinner in a fancy restaurant But nothing Nothing can take away these blues
'Cause nothing compares Nothing compares 2 u
It's been so lonely without u here Like a bird without a song Nothing can stop these lonely tears from falling Tell me where did I go wrong
I can throw my arms around any girl I choose But it just reminds me of you I went to the doctor and guess what it told me He said, boy, you better try to have fun no matter what you do But he's a fool
'Cause nothing compares Nothing compares to you, hey
All the flowers that you planted, mama In your backyard All died when you went away And I know living with me is sometimes hard But I'm willing to give it another try
'Cause nothing compares Nothing compares to you Nothing compares Nothing compares to you, to you To you
I adore the acoustic guitar. All of these tunes are great, but I really love the Chris Cornell one the most. Here's the link:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IuUDRU9-HRk
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His Hands
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Posted:Oct 21, 2022 7:18 am
Last Updated:Jun 10, 2023 11:39 pm 9782 Views
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“She adored his hands closed protectively over hers and when they roamed her naked body with the gentlest of touches. She craved them curled around her delicate neck and when their grip made her flesh ache. His hands showed her his burning lust and his unconditional love. His hands contained his power.”
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No Such Thing as Vanilla
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Posted:Oct 20, 2022 4:37 am
Last Updated:Oct 26, 2022 3:43 am 9821 Views
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He’s moving slowly inside me. One of his hands holds one of mine. His whole body presses against me, rocking back and forth slowly. His lips are on my ear.
“You won’t come again for a long, long time.”
I nod my acceptance softly as he sweeps my hair out of my eyes. He kisses my temple.
“You’re mine.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He maintains his slow pace. It’s soft and sweet. Even so, I’m excruciatingly close to orgasm. An orgasm he won’t allow me.
If you took away his words, this sex would look so vanilla. There are no cuffs or chains or clamps. He’s not pounding into me. He’s not even fucking my ass as he often does. There was a time when sex like this would make my skin crawl. The slowness and the sweetness made me restless, and I wanted it over as soon as possible. Vanilla sex was never that great at holding my attention. I needed more. I needed hair pulling and nails digging into my hips and primal fucking.
Or at least, I thought I did. What I really needed was ownership—the mental calm that comes from being controlled by someone who craves my obedience. And here, I feel his ownership in every single moment. I know that I am a girl who doesn’t get to choose. I don’t choose when he fucks me or how, or whether I will be allowed release. I don’t even think about it. I just do what he chooses for me to do and feel what he chooses for me to feel. That’s it.
At this moment, his slowness and sweetness feel deliberate and controlled. They are part of his control over me. And I find myself needing it—needing his soft kisses and caresses and his slow rocking back and forth inside me. Every touch feels like a reminder that I am his.
He gives me a soft shhhh as I begin to whimper.
“I know little one. I know it’s hard, but you’re so beautiful when you struggle for me. You’re such a good girl. The best girl.”
He kisses my neck as he keeps a steady rhythm inside me. I am calm and present at this moment with him. It doesn’t feel vanilla to me at all. I’m not even sure that’s possible when he is him and I am me. Owner and property. I am his in all ways, even the soft and sweet ones. There’s nothing vanilla about that.
*Unknown
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Love
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Posted:Oct 20, 2022 4:17 am
Last Updated:Oct 27, 2022 1:01 am 8091 Views
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Love. It’s just a word, but we give it so much power. It isn’t thrown around lightly. It is also a feeling. It can somehow tear us apart from the inside out, or it can put us back together. We need it in our lives and in our hearts. It makes us human. But lately, I haven’t seen much of it. This world needs more love. Throw it around like your life depends on it. In a way, it does.
~Unknown
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This Isn't My Game
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Posted:Oct 18, 2022 2:07 am
Last Updated:Nov 5, 2022 3:46 am 9008 Views
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With a variety of ways to socialize at our disposal, is it any wonder we are watching the meaningful face-to-face exchange wither and dye? We default to the short, shallow, emoji-laden exchanges, rather than the more prolonged conversations in person. The detailed catch-ups over a drink have been replaced with the snappy keypad hello. Texts trump dinner invitations and coffee dates. Quick and painless. Minimal effort. But I’m greedy. I want more. I want eye contact. I want you to hold my hand; feel you squeeze to emphasize your point. I want to smell your scent. Hear your laugh. See your smile. Wipe tears away. I need real visceral connection not the glow of my phone. I can’t stomach another night alone, words without words, love without love. This isn’t my game. I politely bow out.
@daily-esprit-descalier
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~Art Break
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Posted:Oct 17, 2022 4:48 am
Last Updated:Nov 27, 2022 2:30 am 8330 Views
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Erotic-Shangri-La Images By: Chéri Hérouard
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The Uncompromising Submissive
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Posted:Oct 16, 2022 1:52 am
Last Updated:Jun 10, 2023 11:30 pm 7779 Views
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“You’re not really all that submissive.”
This came from a man who messaged me, intrigued by my submissive heart. He said I was clearly a natural submissive—someone who needed it to the core of my being. So far so good… But then he said he appreciated a woman who knows her place. And seriously, fuck that. I felt compelled to correct him. I responded that I am not a woman who knows her place; I am a woman who is seeking to create a place at the feet of a person who has earned it. Then I wished him luck in his search for someone. He was stunned that I would stop talking to him over “something small” like the way he phrased a sentence. He called me rigid, and he challenged my identity. Not really all that submissive.
But the thing is, dating as a submissive is fundamentally different from dating vanilla. There’s a weird duality that submissives must balance. Single submissives must look for someone they want to follow while also maintaining strong boundaries. It’s hard to hold back when you are a person who yearns to please others. But they have to be someone who deserves it—someone who has proven they are worthy of devoted submission. So, when I’m dating, I have to hold back. I don’t give up control to anyone until I am overwhelmed by the need to submit. It’s only then that I know I’ve found someone worth following—someone who has inspired me to kneel.
That doesn’t happen often. I am looking for a very specific thing—a long-term relationship with ownership and power exchange at the core, woven into everything we do. I’m looking to build a life with someone. I’m looking for a person to be my person—to sleep by my side, to raise together, to live an everyday kind of love. That is not an easy thing to find under normal circumstances. With the added layer of D/s, I know I may be searching for a long time.
And yet, I would rather be alone than compromise. It’s because I know the inevitable pain of compromise. I have left a man I loved deeply because he was incapable of D/s. I have been devastated by the loss of a Dom who knew he could never be the everyday love I needed. I don’t regret those relationships, but I’m also not eager to repeat that pain. No, I will not date you if you are married and/or polyamorous with a primary partner. I will not date you if you want a vanilla relationship plus bedroom kink. I will not date you if you are long-distance. I know those roads. They almost never lead me where I want to go.
I have been called uncompromising—and as a result, unsubmissive. But I’m uncompromising precisely because I am so deeply submissive. When I give, I give my whole self. I take down all my walls, and I put my Owner’s needs first. I see ownership as all-encompassing and nearly limitless. There is no part of me that my Owner shouldn’t know or see or touch. To build that kind of bond, I have to be careful who I choose as a partner. I can’t compromise what I know I need. If I do, I will never have it.
I can’t give my submission to just anyone. I have to give it to someone who needs the bond of ownership as much as I do. I have to give it to someone who shares my dreams and my vision for the future so that when I let them lead, I can follow with my whole heart. So yes, I am uncompromising—right up until the moment when I give everything. And I will settle for nothing less.
~ cherishedproperty
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The Truth And The Lie...
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Posted:Oct 14, 2022 12:39 am
Last Updated:Oct 25, 2023 3:35 am 8937 Views
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According to a 19th-century legend, the Truth and the Lie meet one day. The Lie says to the Truth: “It’s a marvelous day today! “
The Truth looks up to the skies and sighs, for the day was really beautiful. They spend a lot of time together, ultimately arriving beside a well. The Lie tells the Truth: “The water is very nice, let’s take a bath together! “
The Truth, once again suspicious, tests the water and discovers that it indeed is very nice. They undress and start bathing. Suddenly, the Lie comes out of the water, puts on the clothes of the Truth, and runs away. The furious Truth comes out of the well and runs everywhere to find the Lie and to get her clothes back.
The World, seeing the Truth naked, turns its gaze away, with contempt and rage. The poor Truth returns to the well and disappears forever, hiding therein its shame. Since then, the Lie travels around the world, dressed as the Truth, satisfying the needs of society, because, the World, in any case, harbors no wish at all to meet the naked Truth.
~spirituallyminded
Painting: The Truth coming out of the well | Jean-Léon Gérôme, 1896.
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