Roar

Bad

  —U2

If you twist and turn away
If you tear yourself in two again
If I could, yes I would
If I could, I would
Let it go
Surrender
Dislocate
If I could throw this lifeless lifeline to the wind
Leave this heart of clay
See you walk, walk away
Into the night
And through the rain
Into the half-light
And through the flame
If I could through myself
Set your spirit free, I'd lead your heart away
See you break, break away
Into the light
And to the day
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
To let it go
And so to fade away
To let it go
And so, fade away
Wide awake
I'm wide awake
Wide awake
I'm not sleeping
Oh, no, no, no
If you should ask then maybe they'd
Tell you what I would say
True colors fly in blue and black
Bruised silken sky and burning flag
Colors crash, collide in bloodshot eyes
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
If I could, you know I would, if I could, I would
Let it go
This desperation
Dislocation
Separation, condemnation
Revelation in temptation
Isolation, desolation
Let it go
And so fade away
To let it go
And so fade away
To let it go
Oh now, and so to fade away
I'm wide awake
I'm wide awake
Wide awake
I'm not sleeping
Oh, no, no, no

... and I’m a Switch.

I know, I know, I’ve mentioned it before but I’m making it official now. Or, actually re-officialized, (is that even a word?) because when I first started on the Cage I had designated myself as a Switch. 

However, after a time, I changed it to sub to indicate that I was looking for a Dom only. And that was fine for a while. 

But now, I feel more in balance, more like the two halves of my sexuality have intermixed so well and so completely that the designation of sub no longer tells the whole story of me.

So, switching back to Switch. 

Yet, that word ‘Switch’ makes it seem so easy. As easy as flipping a ... well, you know.

But it’s not. At least not for me. 

Even though both ‘sides’ of my sexuality reside more peacefully together as both are more ‘satisfied’ for lack of a better word, they are in some ways in opposition to each other in behaviour and in mindset and it can be difficult to ‘switch’ from one to the other based on outside demands. 

And sometimes, trying to be more dominant when I’m actually feeling more submissive and vice versa can be confusing, emotionally taxing and just sends me into myself, trying to figure it all out. 

Sometimes, it’s like I’m being pulled in two different directions - and I want to go in both. And I’m still not sure how in the long-term to handle it. For now, I seem to have found a happy balance. 

I guess I’ll just have to wait and see. 

Jewels ❤️☀️🌈

Friendship can be an amazing thing. I’m not sure, but I think we are the only mammals (primates) and some of the only primates that develop friendships with others in our species. (Does anyone else know if Chimpanzees or others do?)

Deep non-sexual relationships outside of a family unit does not happen in other species. There is no evolutionary reason for friendships to form.

Or is there?

As social creatures, we have learned that we survive better in groups. Not only for protection against predators and to ensure mating doesn’t lead to inbreeding to keep our DNA strong, but psychologically, we need others to survive.

Studies have shown that isolation leads to mental illness. That’s why there are rules as to how long people in prison can be put in solitary confinement - to avoid inhumane treatment.

That’s why isolation is used as a form of punishment - it HURTS us!

Voluntary isolation is also recognised as a sign of not being in good mental health. When people are depressed, they often isolate themselves from family and friends because their brain is sick. 

Yet friendship goes beyond just the absence of mental illness. Friends can give you support, friends can make you feel better, friends can make you feel valued and wanted. Just for being you! 

So reach out to your friends today or better yet, make a new one! It will make you both feel great and survive another day - together!

Your friend, Jewels ❤️☀️🌈

On the nights He took her out to show her off at His club, He would have her wear a sheer and gauzy see-through black blouse and skirt with her six-inch high-heeled red fuck-me shoes and nothing else. Hair pulled back into casual bun, no make-up except lightly mascaraed eyes to enhance their look of guilty pleasure. He liked her fresh-faced so that her bright red-stained cheeks from her embarrassment could be seen by all. With nowhere for her to hide, He knew her feelings of exposure to other men’s eyes was both humiliating and thrilling. If one chose to look closely enough, a man could see that one set of red cheeks matched the others on her ass, but, that second colouration was courtesy of His hand and His whip. Her nipples, large and naturally rosy red as well, would be perpetually hard throughout the night, puckered and pointing, announcing to the world her state of high arousal as would the glistening stain of wetness between her legs that would appear and increase over time. Her body screaming out in the ancient and primitive language to all males to ‘Come fuck me.’

As her bare pussy moistened and wept, the wetness made the sheer skirt even more transparent in both front and back while at the same time more and more clingy, sticking to her and outlining her lower lips and the slit between them and clinging to her ass behind her. She would desperately try harder and harder as the night wore on to keep her thighs tight together in a vain effort to prevent further exposure from ravenous eyes. She was not allowed to cross her legs, only to hold them together side by side.But, this too, proved an unholy pleasure as her clenched thighs squeezed her swollen clitoris, exciting her further. After holding her thighs together for a while, her muscles would tire and then naturally fall apart to relax. However, if she parted her legs even a little, her engorged clit would peek through her lips and the gush of cream that would spill forth felt obscene running down the insides of her legs. The shame at her exposed arousal being shown to so many eyes would slam into her stomach and heat her whole upper body, from her breasts to the top of her head. Thus, she would once again pull her legs together, fighting the muscle pain and fatigue in a continuous loop of pain, pleasure and the acute embarrassment that followed.

It was exquisite.

Of course, He knew her struggles more intimately than any of the others watching her. None of the others had ever fucked her, or had even touched her. He knew first hand how copious her juices flowed and that nothing could be done to stem the tidal wave of her voracious appetite. He didn’t even touch her himself here, at His club, other than a light hand on her back to guide her to the richly coloured purple velvet chaise lounge sitting in the middle of the well-lit room. He stood at the foot of the lounge.

She lay down on her back, spread along the length of the sofa, her head upon a soft feather pillow. Her chest lightly heaving, causing her large breasts to sway up and down, those erect nipples now pointing to the ceiling, calling to the eyes upon her. Her legs still tightly closed, arms at her sides, she waited for His command.

“Begin.”

She drew a long breath and tried to steady herself. One of the waiters working the club stepped forward and presented Him with a large pair of scissors on a tray. He took them and carefully cut through her skirt and blouse so that they fell apart on either side of her, fully exposing her to the crowd of men that now surrounded the lounge in a tight circle. Some twenty or more pairs of male eyes devoured her body but, did not touch. It was for her to perform. Again, she waited for His command, to see which He would choose first. It was different each time.

“Clitoris.”

She lifted her trembling right hand, and brought it over to her pussy. Her stomach clenched and she gasped for air as she tried to stay focused on Him, on pleasing Him but, all those eyes…all those eyes held her down, all those eyes made her hand, her fingers, touch, stroke, and caress her clitoris. All those eyes made her draw her knees up spread eagle on the lounge, showing them everything: her swollen pussy, her swollen clitoris; engorged, distended, so red and so, so wet; the holes they would have no access to; the scent of her musk now filling the air surrounding them. The wet sounds of her fingers working her clit, rubbing it and pinching it, were quickly joined by the sounds of zippers being pulled down, hardened cocks being pulled out and heavy breathing as the men took their pleasure of her the only way they were allowed. A few tried to reach out and touch what they could not fuck but, they were quickly grabbed and pulled away, forced to finish themselves in another area of the club, away from her.

A couple of waiters circled around handing out oils and lubricants for the men. She needed no such accompaniment. Her cream flowed abundantly, almost too lavishly, revealing her profound pleasure in her performance before them. Her breathing accelerated to panting, her hips were undulating beneath her without her being aware and her moans of pleasure grew in intensity and volume.

He knew just when she approached the edge. He yanked back on her collar. Hard.

“Nipples.”

She cried out at being denied her release but, obeyed Him nevertheless. She was bound to obey Him in all things but, her inner Sub loved to obey Him most with her sex. With His every command, whether it be to please her, to deny her, to punish her or to reward her, the very core of her responded with a desire so natural, so intense that to disobey Him would cause her deep pain, and not the good kind.

She removed her hands from her pussy and brought them up to her nipples, coating them with the cream from her cunt. She pinched and played with them until they stung and throbbed with pain and pleasure. Her breasts swelled and engorged with blood until, like her cunt, she approached the edge of her release once more, so close to her ecstatic relief she started leaking tears from her eyes.

When He saw her tears, her most beautiful self presented to Him, He could not hold back His own pleasure in hers. His cock swelled to new lengths within His pants though He did not take it out for her to service. No, that would be for later, privately, just between them; not for show. This show was for her alone, though, their pleasures were so bound in one another, neither experienced them alone anymore.

Once again, He yanked on her collar He held tightly within His grip, never giving in to her pleas for mercy. He loved to hear them too much. He loved her too much. Too much to deny her the most indescribable pleasure she could fathom.

“Hold.”

Her breasts heaving, every part of her body on fire with need, she pulled her hands away from her nipples not through her force of will but, through His. She brought her hands up above her head, offering herself wholly and completely to His will.

And to those eyes.

The men gathered around her with their swollen and distended dicks, oils and lubricants glistening them, slicking them with the artificial moisture that they’d rather she provide with her cunt. Their hands a poor substitute for her tight vaginal walls and even tighter ass. Still, they worked their cocks just the same, driven by the scent of her musk and by the sight of her red swollen cunt, the tips of their cocks weeping their pre-cum emissions in anticipation of their final expulsions.

“Vibrators.”

Her entire body shuddered when she heard His command. He didn’t make that order often. She knew what waited for her. It filled her with an incredible excitement and shame. A waiter stepped forward again, offering an array of vibrators that were laying on his tray. He chose the smallest and the largest ones.

“Open.”

She reached around her legs to pull the cheeks of her behind apart for His administration. Putting aside the largest for a moment, he took hold of the small vibrating dildo and leaning forward, dipped it into her sopping wet pussy a couple of times, coating it with her cream and then gently but, insistently pushed it into the hole of her ass. The end still protruding enough for Him to control, He turned the dildo on to its lowest setting. The resulting hum of vibration shot through her anal walls and ignited her complete lower half. Her legs began shaking with the effort to maintain control. She clenched her hands, her eyes, everything she could to hold back the tidal wave of sensation building so forcefully, so relentlessly within her. Most importantly, she wanted only to obey His command. If she failed Him in this she would be lost.

He viewed her predicament with delight in her discipline, in her obedience to Him. She was so beautiful as she strived to control her response, to contain her pleasure and only to give it to Him upon His command. He also observed that the males around her were nearing their peaks as well. All in all, it was a magnificent performance.

One after the other, the men were gripping their cocks for their final strokes as they grunted and groaned, shooting out their cum, hot and sticky, all over her body, coating her face, her breasts, her stomach, her legs, even her feet.

He grabbed the other vibrator He had previously chosen with one hand and leaned forward again. This time He turned it on before placing it on her body against her clitoris. She cried out like an animal in pain. Arching her back completely off the lounge, her body wrought with sensation after sensation, tears streaming from her eyes, she begged Him from the very depths of her soul.

He granted her His consent.

“Come.”

She screamed and screamed until she was hoarse as the multitudes of contractions wracked her body, the blood pounding through her pelvis and the ejaculations spurting from her urethra. Her pleasure so intense she left her body for a few moments floating around on a sea of tranquility while her body pulsed out the last of its carnal desire.

...breaking out of my body and flying away

like a bat out of hell

The sirens are screaming, and the fires are howling
Way down in the valley tonight
There's a man in the shadows with a gun in his eye
And a blade shining oh so bright
There's evil in the air and there's thunder in the sky,
And a killer's on the bloodshot streets
And down in the tunnels where the deadly are rising
Oh, I swear I saw a young boy down in the gutter
He was starting to foam in the heat
Oh, baby you're the only thing in this whole world
That's pure and good and right
And wherever you are and wherever you go
There's always gonna be some light,
But I gotta get out, I gotta break out now
Before the final crack of dawn
So we gotta make the most of our one night together
When it's over, you know,
We'll both be so alone
Like a bat out of hell I'll be gone when the morning comes
When the night is over, like a bat out of hell, I'll be gone, gone, gone
Like a bat out of hell I'll be gone when the morning comes
But when the day is done
And the sun goes down
And the moonlight's shining through
Then like a sinner before the gates of Heaven
I'll come crawling on back to you
I'm gonna hit the highway like a battering ram
On a silver-black phantom bike
When the metal is hot, and the engine is hungry
And we're all about to see the light
Nothing ever grows in this rotting old hole,
And everything is stunted and lost
And nothing really rocks, and nothing really rolls,
And nothing's ever worth the cost
Well I know that I'm damned if I never get out,
And maybe I'm damned if I do,
But with every other beat I've got left in my heart,
You know I want to be damned with you
If I gotta be damned, you know I want to be damned
Dancing through the night with you/
Well if I gotta be damned, you know I want to be damned,
Gotta be damned, you know I want to be damned
Gotta be damned, you know I want to be damned
Dancing through the night,
Dancing through the night,
Dancing through the night with you
Oh, baby you're the only thing in this whole world
That's pure and good and right
And wherever you are and wherever you go
There's always gonna be some light,
But I gotta get out, I gotta break out now
Before the final crack of dawn
So we gotta make the most of our one night together
When it's over, you know,
We'll both be so alone
Like a bat out of hell I'll be gone when the morning comes
When the night is over, like a bat out of hell, I'll be gone, gone, gone
Like a bat out of hell I'll be gone when the morning comes
But when the day is done
And the sun goes down
And the moonlight's shining through
Then like a sinner before the gates of Heaven
I'll come crawling on back to you
Then like a sinner before the gates of Heaven
I'll come crawling on back to you
Well I can see myself tearing up the road, faster
Than any other boy has ever gone
And my skin is raw, but my soul is ripe,
And no one's gonna stop me now, I'm gonna make my escape
But I can't stop thinking of you,
And I never see the sudden curve until it's way too late
And I never see the sudden curve until it's way too late
Then I'm down in the bottom of a pit in the blazing sun,
Torn and twisted at the foot of a burning bike,
And I think somebody somewhere must be tolling a bell
And the last thing I see is my heart, still beating,
Breaking out of my body and flying away
Like a bat out of hell
Then I'm down in the bottom of a pit in the blazing sun,
Torn and twisted at the foot of a burning bike,
And I think somebody somewhere must be tolling a bell
And the last thing I see is my heart,
Still beating still beating
Still beating still beating
Breaking out of my body, and flying away
Like a bat out of hell
Oh, like a bat out of hell
Oh, like a bat out of hell
Oh, like a bat out of hell (I'll be gone when the morning comes)
Oh, like a bat out of hell (I'll be gone when the morning comes)
Oh, like a bat out of hell

Singer: Meatloaf
Songwriter: Jim Steinman

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As much as The Beatles wrote songs about falling in love they also wrote many songs of love gone wrong. Betrayal, distance, the complications of life and/or personalities clashing, all the scenarios that can come between people were explored. Here are a few songs that may not be as familiar as She Loves You.

Betrayal:

Distance:

And everything else:

One one day away from Friday...hang in there, things are bound to get better!

Jewels 💋❤️

WELCOME HOME!

I have one older brother by three years who was listening to Pink Floyd and Deep Purple on his small radio underneath his pillow at night at age 7. He’s always loved rock, blues and classical and was always uncompromising in his tastes. He asked for tickets to see B.B. King  when he was 10 - and my Dad took him! 

So, you can imagine his horror when his younger sister, who loved to dance any chance she got, developed a taste for pop music and - gasp! DISCO! And would play her records on her cheap record player in her bedroom next door to his own, blaring it as loud as she could while singing along at the top of her lungs. The Bay City Rollers never sounded so good!

S A T U R D A Y NIGHT! 

By the time I turned 9, he’d had enough and gave me my first Beatles tape for my birthday. Appropriately, it was their first North American album ‘Meet The Beatles’ and it was a compilation of all their pop hits so far that had brought them ‘over the pond’ and made them instantly successful.

It had I Wanna Hold Your Hand and She Loves You And Love Me Do on it and it also had this one, which I just loved.

I fell in love with John, Paul, Ringo and George... ok, ok, my favourite was Paul...those eyes! And while my brother was deep into Sgt. Pepper’s and trying to decipher just who the ‘walrus’ was, I totally loved their early stuff and stuck to it for quite some time before moving on to their later music. 

What took me so long? Because you can dance to the early stuff!!! 

And finally:

So crank them up and dance! (Preferably naked!)

Happy Hump Day!

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I am named after both of my grandmothers. My first name, Julia, was my Dad’s mom and my middle name, Rita, was my Mom’s mom. And guess what? They both happen to be Beatle tunes as well! 

Julia, from the White Album is about John Lennon’s mom with whom he had a pretty complicated relationship.  (Don’t we all?)

Lovely Rita from Sgt. Pepper’s is just a wonderfully poppy tune from a wonderfully trippy album.

Of course, growing up I always imagined these songs were named after me, especially since they are not very common names. How did John and Paul know a girl from a very small southern Ontario town loved the ocean and towing? lol. 

Hope you have a great day! ❤️☀️🌈