readyifyouare
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Let me begin with an apology for apologizing for nothing else but beginning with an apology. I just couldn't help myself. I trust in your forgiving nature. Now that is out of the way, here comes the rest.
Today is especially important to me as the only time when I am safe from my past and future. To mark the occasion I feel it is fitting to straddle the quivering haunches of grammar to thrust forcefully home this punctuation mark! Ahh, that felt good. From now on if you still read you have only yourself to blame.
I had a late lunch today. The waitress was delightful. It doesn't take much to make my day.
Of the two of us, me here writing and you there reading, curiosity rules only one. I already know who I am and what I have come here to say by way of introducing myself to you. There is no tantalizing mystery to get me through this. There is only a sense of duty to perform a social chore. As I recollect and present information about myself for you to consider my brow is furrowed by solemn concentration. It is hard work. There is so much to impart but it must be carefully separated from extraneous and trivial distractions. You can see that I am failing miserably. Only in such abject failure can I properly deserve the spanking I hope will follow. Now you know my ulterior motive.
My ostensible motive is to cheerfully announce my arrival among you all. Hello, my birds of a feather. It is with pleasure that I look forward to us flocking together. Much good will come of it, I am sure.
By day I am ordinary and unremarkable to all casual observers. No hint of the feverish passions that rage within me shows through my calm demeanor. By night, I sleep. In sleep, no hint of the wild dreams I have can be seen, for it is dark. While waking or falling asleep my true character is momentarily stripped of its protective facade and I am naked for the world to see if the world happens to be peeking in my window.
The world confuses me and amuses me. I like some people but not others. Writing about myself makes me uncomfortably fatalistic. Making new friends would be great. I have been too long alone. I hope that I can be shorter once I am no longer alone. Days that once stretched on endlessly might fly by all too quickly, because time flies when you're having fun. Fun is a key concept in my philosophy. Utopia is in my mind this world exactly as it is except for one slight improvement. More people would have more fun more often. I dare to dream.
I am sure that by now you have caught on to my utter lack of BDSM experience, as I have nothing to write about it. Had I some experience I could have listed my favorite BDSM activities and posed as the expert I was in some particular way. So far the closest thing to bondage I have done was unintentional. For a few terrifying moments, years ago, and I have since fully recovered, I woke falling from bed wrapped so tightly in the bed sheet that I could not move my arms or legs to break my fall, face first onto the wooden floor. The seed was planted but has yet to sprout. I am curious to try the things that I haven't even heard of yet, without knowing what I am doing.
< Message edited by readyifyouare -- 5/10/2010 1:02:35 PM >
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