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Posted:Feb 3, 2016 6:18 am
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It seems as though the system is currently having problems with titles that have numerals in them. Simply put: For the time being, don't use numerals in the titles. Spell them out
Apostrophes may or may not be throwing things off as well... Well, to me it did!
If you have access to the posts which are seemingly deleted, try using the edit function, change the title if it has a numeral in it, and see whether you can make the post reappear.
Confessions of a Lifestyle Man wrote a post about this issue - Please read it! and spread the word... you might know someone who needs help on this Do Not Use Numerals In Blog Post Titles
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Sisterhood - what does it means to you?
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Posted:Jan 23, 2016 5:02 am
Last Updated:Jan 29, 2016 11:41 am
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While scrolling through blogs, I found this amazing post from CountessMeville and her blog, Following My Submissive Heart - Thank you for sharing it
To link to this Post ("[post 3765896]") use [post 3765896]
I'm pimping it not only because I agree with her 100%, but also because I think it will resonate for other women too.
And for some... well...they should read it and think about the message... and maybe... just maybe... change a bit their attitude towards other women - For better, I hope...
P.S. Guys, your thoughts are very welcome, please feel free to make comments {=}
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HNW Between the Sheets
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Posted:Jan 20, 2016 7:39 am
Last Updated:Feb 16, 2016 6:08 am
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Under the sheets ... On top of the sheets ... either you're wrapping your body over mine or taking me from behind ... either is my hand or your key... What really matters is, what happens between the sheets ... and what happens between the sheets, stays between the sheets ... {=}
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HNW Puss(y) in Boots
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Posted:Jan 13, 2016 9:32 am
Last Updated:Feb 19, 2016 6:58 am
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It has been a long time since I have read any blogs or even post anything on mine, so as I'm not sure what the theme for this week is, I have chosen mine own - Hope you don't mind!
While a set of photos were taken with a new pair of boots that I found very sexy and make me feel very naughty (a match!) ... could not also help it, but to think of the fairy tale 'Puss in Boots' and the two morals we can take from this tale: one stresses the importance of possessing industrie and 'savoir faire' while the other extols the virtues of dress, countenance, and youth to win someone's heart... the tale gives useful advice if you happen to be a cat or a Marquis of Carabas... I like to think of myself as a simple pussy cat - meowwww
Happy New Year Everyone and Happy HNW {=}
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Something is following Mr L
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Posted:Dec 7, 2015 10:55 am
Last Updated:Jan 28, 2016 4:06 pm
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* This is an introduction to a set of stories written by my good friend Petal Foster... Enjoy it...
During a harrowing train ride, with loud passengers and crying babies, Mr L put on his headset and relaxed his body into his seat. The music is soft, but pulsating and his nerves begin to relax – thank God for noise cancellation he thought.
Sometime later, a hot purposely moving breeze started travelling from under his right earlobe across the back of his neck to his left earlobe. As the hairs of his neck rose and the pores on his arms raised, the word, “Hello” purred into his ear.
Ripping off his headset, he stood up and frantically looked around train cabin. The crying babies were gone and the drunken louts fast asleep. The curious looks of a few bored passengers peered back at him.
Slowly Mr L sat back down, adjusted himself and put his headset back on. “Try not to move” was heatedly whispered in his ear. Gripped by the gently command and with his curiosity peaked Mr L obeyed, although his mind raced and his pulsed quickened and his blood cramp itself around the course of his veins, he obeyed.
Then his shoes were slowly pulled off by invisible hands followed by warm air pressured nailed fingers drawing themselves along the top of his feet and traveled up the front of both his shins and along the inner part of both his thighs. “Don’t move or I will float away!” came the command that was whispered in his ear. His senses tingling and his pants tightening, Mr L sat still.
The lights dimmed in the cabin as the 6 hour train ride to Scotland cranked and banged on the overused train track. Mr L perspired daring not to move and unwittingly the hands that he could not see and he would not dare to move to touch continued their massage over his now aroused penis, which now laid exposed under the table on which his laptop rested.
Then without warning, he felt his growing arousal gripped by a warm, wet and tight opening and being pulled deeper and deeper into a warm tunnel of heat. He fisted his hands and the words came back, “Don’t move or I float away!”
“Who are you? Where are you? Why can’t I see you? Oh God is this happening?!” he screamed into the neurons in his head.
With his body taut, his masculinity being pumped and invisible fingers running up and down his stomach, Mr L held his breath as he could no longer control his responses. His head turned from side to side, his dick throbbed uncontrollably. Hotter tighter and faster, the hold on him continued with increased momentum. Gripped harder, roughly pulled and released, he felt his life essence began to flow out of him. Mr L passed out.
“Hey you wake up. We are at the end of the line. Get off the train!” came the command from the Conductor.
Mr L jumped and looked around. The cabin was empty save for an impatient Conductor over him. He hesitantly reached his crotch, afraid that if he moved, he would be exposed. There was nothing. Then he realized his shoes were as he first put them on. In quick step, Mr L gathered his belongings and made for the exit.
As he stumbled onto the platform and sourcing himself a seat bewildered and confused, he felt a hot purposeful point of air rise from his chest, along his neck and into his ear, whispering ,
“Have a wonderful day Mr L. Speak to you soon.”
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HNW Beautiful Imperfections -
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Posted:Aug 9, 2015 2:45 am
Last Updated:Jan 30, 2016 6:32 am
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The head line caught my attention while scrawling the online news at breakfast one of these mornings
"Bravely baring it all: Photographer captures amputee war veterans losing naked and proudly revealing their injuries in powerful picture series Michael Stokes, 52, takes pictures of veterans who have lost limbs, with and without their prosthetics - The men and women pose confidently in various states of undress"
Some wounded war veterans, above all else, just want to feel 'normal' again.
These men and women spotlight in all their naked and nearly-naked glory with sexy, confident shoots that certainly say: 'I've still got it.'
They pose for the photographer with and without their prosthetic arms and legs. A few shed all of their clothes, while others left more to the imagination. But what they all have in common is that they look strong, self-assured - and hot.
It's about time we celebrate difference whether by fortune or by birth. Instead of trying to make everyone the same - See the beauty!!!
He believes that the reason people have responded so positively to the photos is because they focus less on the lost limbs and more on the person's attractiveness.
Is this a big sexual fetish in society?
I am one of those people who easily shows my 'imperfections' to others, either physical or emotional - only a few are brave enough to take it and see what's really behind that and embark on a journey with me - Not for everybody's taste...
When it comes to show 'imperfections', either visible or invisible, do you hide them or do you show them to a potential lover?
Enjoy the beauty of 'imperfection'
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Midsummer night colors
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Posted:Aug 2, 2015 11:47 am
Last Updated:Jan 28, 2016 11:17 pm
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I love to laugh, and mine can be quite contagious when set within the right company
Yesterday night after a few beers with my friends, (Oh! bloody hangover!)
...All that can be remembered - Midsummer giggles, naughty night limericks...
*In days of old
When men were bold
And Pussies weren't invented
Men would stick their cocks
Between two rocks
And go home quite contented
*This cat way cat to cat keep cat a
cat idiot cat busy cat for cat 20 cat seconds cat!
NOW READ IT WITHOUT SAYING CAT!
*Mary had a little lamb
She thought it was so funny
She threw it up into the air and caught it by its ......
Willie was sitting on a stone
And up came a bumblebee
And bit him on his ...
Ask no questions say no words
a chinese man would not like to be caught
zipping up his ...
Flies are insects bumblebees are worse
This is the end of a stupid little verse.
"*But, gentle friend, for love and courtesy
Lie further off in human modesty."
'*Though she be but little, she is fierce!'
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Blue Moon
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Posted:Jul 31, 2015 7:46 am
Last Updated:Jan 30, 2016 5:14 am
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This Friday signals that the times are a-changing!
It's Friday July 31st 2015 the end of a long week and an even longer month. Events that kicked off a while ago are now reaching a powerful crescendo, making ripples throughout the whole situation. Today is the start of a long journey through the heart and a re-evaluation of the things that make me happy. I will seek my kicks elsewhere… Bring on the weekend!
It can be much easier to be more honest with others than to be honest with ourselves. Where certain people are concerned, we want them to be aware of how honest we're prepared to be with them yet when it comes to being honest with ourselves, we can sometimes choose to ignore what we ought to be facing and confronting.
In me exists a need to accept it's time to face or confront what I have allowed to be inferior to a need to be honest with someone else.
It's easy to see how things might feel a little uncertain. However, opening up thoughts will help to provide a much more solid foundation. Communication is key in getting things on track and also, bridging some gaps that have been bothering me for some time.
Open up and tell someone how I've been feeling, today....
If I'm aware that something – or someone – has captured my imagination in some way, I do allow the sense of intrigue to continue because it promises a delightful discovery. I could find myself considering something or someone far removed from what or whom I'd normally consider and it's the unfamiliar quality of it or what they have to offer that I might find irresistible!
When life gives you lemons, do you have the inner strength it takes to make lemonade?
Tonight, we will be treated to a very rare sight -- a blue moon.
Ok, so it's not actually going to be blue. It will look more like the normal, silver grey heavenly beauty that we are accustomed seeing.
But the night is crazy, quirky and presenting with a key that can unlock the innermost secrets of the heart.
Time to let inner gifts shine...
On rare occasions like this, I am called to assess a relationship or even put an end to one, if I feel that there's no equal give and take. On the bright side, when something comes full circle, there's room for something new (and better!) to show up in my life. But is it true love or a potential heartache?
There might be more questions than answers while the Full Moon effects last.
It’s time to be clear-headed about what should stay and what needs to go.
Leaveing the past where it belongs, likewise any feelings of resentment or bitterness, and close the door on that chapter.
However, I will take the time to stop and look up at this celestial occurrence, it is still a relatively rare phenomenon -- hence the nickname 'blue moon'
Normally, we usually see 12 full moons a year, but this year we have 13 (my favourite number)-- a once in a "blue moon" kind of event.
Even if the moon looks rather boring tonight, it's worth a glance as researchers say the next time we will witness this phenomenon won't be till 2018.
Once in a blue moon I ask for a second chance - I hope the full 'blue' moon grants my wish...
An alternative to 'constipation': CJ Revolution 20.00 - Black Russians - You & I ? [Wink]
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The 'Insolite' Slut
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Posted:Jul 28, 2015 1:01 am
Last Updated:Aug 13, 2015 5:11 am
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At the beginning I was very excited about this symposium theme, I had it all planned in my head - was going to talk about how "sluttylicious" I feel every time I wear my stiper red shoes...Nahh!!
Maybe talk about how slutty I feel every time I strip in a special location at night with all lights turned on, while the curious eyes at the hotels near by watch me in the dark...Nahhh!!
I'm going to skip this symposium - I thought... Maybe!!
My mood has been in accordance with the year general spirit - Loss!
Since last November with the departure of my best friend to my father a couple of months ago and my sister-in-law a few days ago, all in all, six people that a cared and loved deeply have departed from this world and I've never had experienced so much the feeling of loss in my life as I have now - I guess I finally overcome the abandonment issues...
And then, out of nowhere, the 'Insolite' slut, the usual unusual, the expected unexpected, the predictable unpredictable and ludicrous happened...
My friends know that I'm at this site, and No, never thought I was a slut because of that!
They also know me well and how difficult it is for me to open up and talk about my feeling when it comes to pain and loss and that the easiest way to put me at ease it to bring up a subject that I feel comfortable to chat about, before any delicate suject is mentioned, so nothing better than sex!
While I answered her questions about my late adventures, I could see a smirking and usual smile on her face, an unusual giggling but also an amusing look at someone over my shoulder. And because I'm a 'loud' person and forget easily where I am and if there are any strangers to the conversation around ... Subtle isn't really my speciality...
There was this two guys siting on a table next to us - more precisely next to me, that I only noticed when my friend turn to them and said: 'Sorry guys, but my friend here is just having her Slut moment before she can bring out what is upsetting her'... I could imagine theirs face expression and mine went all colours of embarrassment (whatever that means) but we all bursted into laughing.
Half an hour or so later, I've got a txt from a former lover that I've lost track long time ago (what are the odds?!) saying: 'Hey sexy, I been thinking about you a lot, want to meet soon? miss you and your sexy bum' - 'What a jerk!' I said. 'What??' my friend asked and I read the txt out loud... Guess who was also listening?! Yep! The two other guys.
Last but not least, as I stand up to go to the lady's room before we leave, the wind blow up my skirt leaving my arse literally exposed... To who?! You guess right... Haha 'mmmmm... nice bum!' one of them said while winking at me
Being put through all this wonderful embarrassment while having to deal with not so easy emotional and painful feelings at the same time, made me feel like a slut.
Oh well... what can I say!! It was a lovely 'Insolite' slutty day somewhere in London. [Wink]
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"Bleeding Out"
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Posted:Jul 20, 2015 1:53 am
Last Updated:Jul 20, 2015 3:35 am
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What was it like, to lose him?
It was like hearing every goodbye ever said to me - said all at once...
That feeling you get in your stomach when your heart breaks
It's like all the butterflies just died...
"You're in my bones and my blood and my heart - I'd have to tear myself open to let you go."
I'm bleeding out - So if the last thing that I do
Is bring you down - I'll bleed out for you
So I bare my skin
And I count my sins
And I close my eyes
And I take it in
I'm bleeding out - I'm bleeding out for you, for you.
When the day has come - That I've lost my way around
And the seasons stop and hide beneath the ground
When the sky turns grey - And everything is screaming
I will reach inside
Just to find my heart is beating
Oh, you tell me to hold on
Oh, you tell me to hold on
But innocence is gone
And what was right is wrong
I'm bleeding out - So if the last thing that I do...
When the hour is nigh - And hopelessness is sinking in
And the wolves all cry - To fill the night with hollering
When your eyes are red - And emptiness is all you know
With the darkness fed - I will be your scarecrow
You tell me to hold on
Oh you tell me to hold on
'Cause I'm bleeding out
So if the last thing that I do
Is to bring you down
I'll bleed out for you
So I bare my skin
And I count my sins
And I close my eyes
And I take it in
And I'm bleeding out
I'm bleeding out for you
For you...
For me...
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EXPLOSIONS
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Posted:Jul 17, 2015 10:59 am
Last Updated:Jul 30, 2015 12:11 am
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You trembled like you'd seen a ghost - And I gave in
I lack the things you need the most, you said - Where have you been
You wasted all that sweetness to run and hide - I wonder why
I remind you of the days you poured your heart into - But you never tried
I've fallen from grace
Took a blow to my face
I've loved and I've lost
I've loved and I've lost
EXPLOSIONS...on the day you wake up
Needing somebody and you've learned
It's okay to be afraid
But it will never be the same
It will never be the same
You left my soul bleeding in the dark - So you could be king
The rules you set are still untold to me and I ... lost my faith in everything
The nights you could cope, your intentions - were gold
But the mountains will shake
I need to know I can still make
EXPLOSIONS...
And as the floods move in
And your body starts to sink
I was the last thing on your mind
I know you better than you think
Because it's simple darling - you have been warned
Now everything you own is falling from the sky in pieces
So watch them fall with you - in slow motion
I pray that you will find peace of mind
And I'll find you another time
I'll love you, another time...
EXPLOSIONS...it's okay to be afraid
Random Crap - copying ellie goulding-explosions lyrics
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15 DIFFERENCES BETWEEN A NORMAL FRIEND AND A PORTUGUESE FRIEND
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Posted:Jul 16, 2015 6:41 am
Last Updated:Oct 19, 2015 6:34 am
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A normal friend will invite you to eat at their place despite what football club you support.
A Portuguese friend will say,“até te convidava para jantar lá em casa, mas assim morre à fome lagarto(a) de um raio” (I would invite you to have dinner at my place, but die of hunger you bloody lizard), then have a plate ready for you on the table.
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A normal friend will look at you disgusted when you use a toothpick to repetitively take a snail’s body boiled in oregano, piri-piri, and other condiments out of its shell and into your mouth with satisfaction.
A Portuguese friend will keep the imperiais coming so you keep eating.
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A normal friend will tell you to call a plumber or replace the broken frame inside the flushing system when it snaps.
A Portuguese friend will look at the broken piece of plastic, heat up a nail until it turns bright red, stick the nail into the plastic, do the same procedure for the other side, glue it and tell you, “it should last a few more months”.
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A normal friend will suggest going out for a meal when you do not feel like cooking.
A Portuguese friend will head to your kitchen, open your fridge, empty it and create a feast so you don’t have to cook.
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A normal friend invites you for a meal and before you leave says, “I hope you enjoyed it.”
A Portuguese friend will put a queijo de azeitão on the table,homemade bread from Mafra or Alentejo, offer you Gambas à alhinho, open a bottle of Casal Garcia, serve Caldo Verde, follow it with barbecued sardines and carapaus, end it with a homemade flan and top it up with a glass of Licor beirão along with your coffee. And as you leave will say humbly, “desculpa lá qualquer coisinha, foi o que se pôde arranjar…” (I am sorry for anything you did not like, it was what we could put together…)
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When a normal friend invites you to a drink at a bar around 9pm, you know you probably will be home around 11pm.
When a Portuguese friend invites you to a drink at the same time, you know the owner will offer a drink just to keep the conversation going at 1am, because he knows you will not leave before 3am.
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A normal friend will call you when they miss you.
A Portuguese friend will see or do something you’d enjoy and automatically think back to you smiling several times over the course of five years. They’ll then call you, make a plan to meet up with you, welcome you with a huge grin, and say: “Então desaparecido(a)?”(What’s up, missing person?)
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A normal friend will say they do not speak English very well.
A Portuguese friend will tell you about Portugal, the food you must have, the places you must see, her dreams, aspirations and impossible plans, discuss the European crisis and then apologize because their English is not very good.
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When you mess up, a normal friend will be polite and say, “don’t worry about it”.
A Portuguese friend will say, “és mesmo muito totó” (you are such an idiot.)
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When you call a normal friend crying and feeling nostalgic, he/she will try to snap you out of it and remind you it’s part of the past.
A Portuguese friend will stop what she’s doing, sit down,and talk to you, switch the phone from their right to their left ear several times, regularly reminding you of details anecdotes you had long forgotten, and turn your tears in laughter.
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A normal friend will send you home in a taxi when you’re too drunk to drive.
A Portuguese friend will take you home, carry you upstairs by your shirt’s collar, open your door, drag you to your bed and collapse on the floor exhausted because you are taller than him/her.
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When a normal friend argues with you, he/she argues politely.
A Portuguese friend starts by tearing down the house and finish the argument with a hug and a drink.
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A normal friend reminds you how you will gain weight if you keep eating so many cakes.
A Portuguese friend will take you to a pastelaria.
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A normal friend will complain her hand aches.
A Portuguese friend will tell you her hand, wrist, and arm aches. Then other Portuguese people will hear and tell you how their feet, legs, hands,arms, wrists ache and they could not sleep all night long.
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A normal friend will share this post because she has or would like to have a Portuguese friend.
A Portuguese friend will share it because she is proud of being a good friend. 
P.S. ... and I still don't understand why it is so difficult for British guys to deal with me...!!
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