Am I a sub?
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Posted:Feb 20, 2006 4:57 pm
Last Updated:Nov 24, 2012 7:48 pm
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Here's something that I found when I was searching a couple of D/s sites. I didn't write this but liked it...so I thought I'd post it for all those wondering if they are Dom/sub in nature:
Am I a submissive?
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>Am I a dominant?
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>Am I neither and both?
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>If you ask yourself those questions, how can you determine the answer???
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>How bout this one???
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>If you come upon someone much stronger than yourself, do you want to relax
>and let them take care of you?
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>Or do you want to learn from them and become stronger yourself??
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>If you answered the first then you may be a sub...
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>If you answered the second then it is likely that you have dominant
>tendencies...
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>If you answered that you want to relax and let them take care of teaching
>you to become stronger while eating chocolate and polishing your tiara than
>you may just be an Omniviant Princess Switch...
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Hey, who took down my "EXIT ONLY" sign?
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Posted:Feb 6, 2006 8:12 pm
Last Updated:Nov 24, 2012 3:10 pm
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He slips up behind me as I lay face down in His bed. Taking advantage of my body’s position, Placing His knees between mine He begins to coax my thighs to spread apart for Him, which I do willingly….it’s a natural response to His touch for me now. He picks up a bottle and I know what he intends and I don’t care to have any part of it. Liquid lubrication spills from the bottle and spreads quickly through the crack of my ass. With one hand firmly grasped on my hip and the other placed flatly on the center of my back, I feel Him…..HARD…..pressing at my bottom, beckoning to be allowed entrance. I clench my cheeks, an almost subconscious reaction but He pushes forward and easily over powers my resistance. With a quick determined thrust, He enters me. Blinding, intense pain takes the wind out of my lungs. I struggle to catch my breath and hear the word NO!!!!! tear from my lips. Instantly, I feel the tears begin to stream from my eyes. They cut a salty, stinging path across my face and make their way to the pillow where they form dark wet stains beneath my cheeks. I implore Him to withdraw, insisting that this is just too much for me to bear. His strong but loving, gentle fingers move the hair away from my face and neck. Hair that felt glued to me due, both to the tears and the beads of sweat that have now formed all over my trembling body. I feel His soft kisses run over the back of my neck, my shoulders, my tear soaked cheeks. Trying to sooth and relax me. Still, I want Him OUT! He holds steady but does not withdraw. Stifling soft sobs I whisper, “I can’t…I’m sorry but I just can’t do this”. Unrelenting and determined to take what belongs to Him he says “Yes, you can”. He presses on….more pain…another gasp. My fingers clutch at the sheets beneath me and I bite at my lip to try to contain my protest…..and He is in! All the way in!.....and oh….how it hurts. But wait…..suddenly I am aware of the familiar feeling of my essence from within beginning to flood my pussy with its wet, silky juice. This can ONLY happen when I am intensely aroused. I feel these juices flow and actually drip from my crotch, soaking my inner thighs and drip down onto the sheets, creating a slippery puddle under my body. Has my pussy betrayed me? Has she taken on a will of her own without my consent? How could I be horny when I am experiencing such pain?
There is a foreign body in mine and my body is unwelcoming and unreceptive to it but He shows no regard for this. Pushing, pressing, prodding and coaxing with His words and the weight and movement of his body. I am in the firm grasp of His hands and there is nothing left for me to do but relinquish control. I give in….submit….and let myself go. He begins to pound at me with a rhythmic force and my body responds. What only a moment ago seemed a foreign entity in me is now a part of me. Our bodies meld together and move as if caught in the ebb and flow of the tide. There is no passage of time here in this moment. Only the two of us…..not as our civilized public personas but something primitive….animal…….NATURAL. Locked together in this place as the universe revolves around Us. Sharing the same flow of energy. Nothing separates Us. It is a oneness for which there are no words.
And I explode. Juices rushing forth like a volcanic eruption. My body rocks and quivers with a sensation that is simultaneously mixed with discomfort and euphoria. Primal screams the likes of which would have elicited concern for my well being from anyone that might have been within earshot. He, knowing that I have given all and that He has taken all, gives a rapid succession of final thrusts and He too explodes. Filling me…..filling me…..filling me….until, emptied and spent He rolls off of me, onto His back, beside me. Satiated and satisfied. I roll over into my spot…the crook of His arm that is always there waiting for me. He pulls me in close to Him and I know that I am cared for…..safe…and loved, and all along I knew that He would not have given me more than I could handle. He sometimes knows me better than I know myself. Though He had taken me to the edge, I rest comfortably knowing that He never would have allowed me to fall without first giving me wings.
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Woman over 30 less valued?
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Posted:Jan 29, 2006 2:00 pm
Last Updated:Oct 5, 2012 5:12 pm
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Since I've been playing here in these sites. (Alt is the other) I've noticed that men are typically attracted to the younger "girls". IN fact, the younger they are the more value seems to be placed on them. This seems regardless of the man's age or his own physical appearance.
So I pose the question....Do woman lose their value here in America after they reach a certain age? I know that men are visual creatures but are they really less concerned with someone who can carry on a stmulting conversation as they are with finding a woman who has no "laugh lines"?
I'd seriously love to have input on this from anyone with a thought on this topic....all comments would be appreciated, the good, the bad and the ugly.
Peace. 
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