ButterfliesandCuffs hasnt posted for ages, come to think of it neither has LongerJohnny....
I wonder what's going on? What on earth can they be up to?
I mean, I need an update...its worse than waiting for the next season of Game of Thrones!
When you get so used to living alone that it doesn’t usually matter that you leave your vibrator in the shower after your ‘shower’….
Then your son pops in to say hi on the off chance an Easter Egg might be waiting here for him….
He also pops in because he was passing and needed to pee….
”can I use your loo Mum?”
”sure, you don’t need to ask!”
At least I know he washes his hands like a good boy!
Not sure he will get over his quick nip to the loo anytime soon though 😳😳😳😳
(btw he’s 23, so no children were harmed in the making of this episode 🤣🤣🤣🤣)
for the benefit of the international members, Loo = toilet where I come from!
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I am so angry that I have been motivated to post this today. However, I am no pushover. I am a (nearly) 50 year old woman and I have my life experience to back this up.
It often appears that some men or women think it’s ok to attempt to coerce another person to do something they are not comfortable with by using nasty threats of either violence or ostracisation.
However, did you know that there is something called positive coercion, which takes the form of attempting to get said person to share private information in order to achieve a sexual activity.
You are so pretty, please can we Skype?
I bet you have a sexy voice, please can we have a phone call?
I get bored with texting, I’m much better on the phone.
At first I politely said no and explained why, but the request came again with the promise of sexual enjoyment. My answer is still no. I’m not giving my number or Skype ID to anyone I have do not know and trust because you don’t want to pretend by text to fuck my wet pussy hard!
When I say no, I mean NO. I don’t mean please try to persuade me. Don’t tell me if I don’t enjoy it I can simply block you. I said NO! I should not ever feel the need to block anyone after thinking it was ok to share my personal information
Is that quite clear?
Because of this, I will never be tempted or feel able to continue any kind of interaction with you.
Again, I ask, Is that crystal clear?
Good!
Move along please, nothing more to see here!
*FUMES*
A little late to the party, but this is my contribution to your challenge Jack xx
You do something to me
Something deep inside
I'm hanging on the wire
For love I'll never find
You do something wonderful
Chase it all away
Mixing my emotions
Throws me back again
Hanging on the wire, yeah
I'm waiting for my change
I'm dancing through the fire
Just to catch a flame
Feel real again
Hanging on the wire, yeah
Said I'm waiting for the change
Oh, I'm dancing through the fire
Just to catch a flame
Feel real again
You do something to me
Somewhere deep inside
Hoping to get close to you
A peace I cannot find
Dancing through the fire, yeah
Just to catch a flame
Just to get close to
Just close enough
To tell you that...
You do something to me
Something deep inside
Sometimes it feels like the art of conversation is dead. Its a true reflection of what a person is pursuing, by the way they strike up a conversation with you.
My inbox has at times been full of one word messages "hello" "Hi!" "Horny?" which, interestingly all seem to start with an 'H'. Curious! Its not much of a start or an eyebrow raiser.
Its true I am a rather complex person with intelligence, a sense of humour, a dirty mind, and a plethora of anecdotes. Yet I find myself lacking in good conversation with anyone at the moment. I've tried starting with an introduction, I've tried jokes, questions about random things but nobody seems to bite.
I visit the chat room, which is even more silent than my inbox! It is the most curious thing, a silent chat room.
How do you all do it?
Feel free to start a conversation with me, about anything at all. Please?
I mean, what is the worst that could happen?
My late Dom gave me a project, he wanted my name to have a true meaning for us in our life together.
He was not my first life partner, but so far he was my last. When we connected I felt that I wanted to be new again for him. As though I had been rebooted and reprogrammed. Updated and debugged!
He gave me so much, his home, his life, his intelligence and experience of life. Most importantly he gave me back myself.
He always called me Naya, although it is not my legal name. He used that name for a reason, my job was to gather all the information I could find about my name and it was one of the most fascinating journeys.
My favourite (and his) is the Sanskrit word Naya ( नय ) which literally means wisdom, doctrine. It also means conduct, behaviour, good management, prudence, maxim.
Naya is an ancient name but seems to have its roots in Ancient Hindu and Sanskrit. Exploring this world was incredibly fascinating, but the more I read about different versions of Indian religious cultures, the number one message was that To be true to my name, I had to have a purpose, display harmlessness towards every living being, practise and stimulate self-control through spiritual development.
You would be right to think that I am professing to be some kind of perfect, poised, wise submissive with exotic ways and crazy beliefs.
I am not at all. But I did lose my purpose, at least I thought I had. He was my purpose, right?
No, I am my purpose. My name is a way to remind me that I need to revisit that project. I need to be a new version of myself, for myself.
I could do with some more wisdom to work out quite how to achieve that. For the first time in my adult life I am completely free to do anything I want, I just don’t know what that is.
Grief is a permanent condition. It never diminishes you simply start to rebuild your life around it and it becomes part of you. For four years I have been existing one day at a time, sometimes one hour at a time to survive it. I’ve reached a point where I can be or do anything I want to.
I still have no idea what that is. I’ve been a wife, a mother, a sister, a friend, a submissive.
I am still a sister and a friend, I am still a mother of grown up children with lives.
I hope the universe is listening and plans to give me a sign soon, I’m ready!!!!