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crouchingtigress -> omgsh i wish you guys could be here to share this... (7/15/2006 9:06:40 AM)
so ill paint a picture with words... it is morning here...i sit on top of a mountain over looking all of maui and the ocean that connects every living thing to every other living thing, on this earth there is a sprinkler in my yard it is chirping like a typewriter from the fifties.... there are roosters several yards away i think they are heralding in the morning light...but maybe they just want to get layed.... there are doves, cooing, blissfully with the promise of this new day i can also hear chikadees....a high pitched song...that pierces the gental fog... two red cardnials have nested in the bamboo in my back yard.....i have named then napoleon and josephine....josephine is the domme....and still sleeping the refrigerator is humming.... my stinky dog smelling dog, sniffs the air... the sky is a billowing muted crimson .... dogs begin barking.... and the air has a distinctive chill that unifies this cacophony into something that is exquisite and sureal...... paint a picture for me....i like pictures...it can be anything.

litleone8620 -> RE: omgsh i wish you guys could be here to share this... (7/15/2006 9:31:02 AM)
I'm lying in bed, in my air conditioned room, that doesn't look over any mountains, but is right across the street from the AE dairy plant. My dog, who snores so loud for one of her size, is laying in the bend that my legs are making, looking too cute for her own good. My fan is humming, the washer is washing, and my TV is being used as background noise to Queen's "Fat Bottomed Girls". Not as pretty a picture as CT's, but there you have it.

Sub03 -> RE: omgsh i wish you guys could be here to share this... (7/15/2006 10:10:39 AM)
I leave for Maui tommorow!!!!! im sooooo excited. Sorry just had to say that......now back to your regularly scheduled program

Evanesce -> RE: omgsh i wish you guys could be here to share this... (7/15/2006 4:23:23 PM)
quote: paint a picture for me....i like pictures...it can be anything. I sit here, nude except for a pair of panties, reading email on my flat-screen monitor at a desk that's too big to be functional, but holds all my organized clutter in almost neat little piles. To my left, a silent phone. Above me, a pair of ki-rin watch over the room. In the cubbyhole to my right lies a slumbering wad of blackness which will eventually prove to be a cat. Just behind me, seated at a smaller desk and playing computer games, is a naked specimen of male perfection. His long, wavy, sunbleached hair begs to be touched and, as He turns to look at me, his aquamarine eyes pierce my soul. At that moment, my elbow is caressed by a slimy wetness that can only be a rottweiler, once again demanding attention as only she can - by forcing her nose between my elbow and my side, leaving the evidence of her doggie love for her mistress in a long trail down my arm and torso. The furball has moved and now demands his share of mom's attention, thrusting his head against my chin and anywhere else he can reach from atop the desk. As the two animals vie for the lion's share of petting, the naked animal behind me, the Kaptin, stands up and begins caressing me from behind. It's time for me to log off.

crouchingtigress -> RE: omgsh i wish you guys could be here to share this... (7/15/2006 4:34:44 PM)
In the cubbyhole to my right lies a slumbering wad of blackness which will eventually prove to be a cat. oh that was wonderful...thank you....i feel like i am there with you.....do rotties have a need to burrow into you if they are in your bed or on the couch....my pit rams herself into me to curl up....my other one did too......weird.

Evanesce -> RE: omgsh i wish you guys could be here to share this... (7/15/2006 9:46:00 PM)
My rottie's not allowed on the bed or on the couch, but when she wants love, she buries her head between me and the arm of the couch - or between my elbow and my side when I'm sitting at the computer.

LaMalinche -> RE: omgsh i wish you guys could be here to share this... (7/15/2006 9:53:04 PM)
It is a warm sunny day with a light breeze. I sit at a pub table, looking out over the Chesapeke Bay. The water sparkles, and you can hear the sounds of families as they browse shops and eateries. By my side, my lover, his hand resting on my knee, as we speak of inconsequential things, just enjoying each others company. As I pick up my drink, I lean into his chest, warmed from the sun. His hand strokes my hair, stopping at my neck to rub it a bit. The cold beer slides down my throat, and I turn my head to take a drag off of his cigarette. The smoke seems to mix with the few wisps of clouds in the sky, as we wait for our orders and watch the Coast Gaurd Cadets at rowing practice. sigh

VandalHeart -> RE: omgsh i wish you guys could be here to share this... (7/15/2006 10:19:31 PM)
11:30 P.M. Dark Thirty, as they refer to it here in Sin City. The real one, not the comic book. The air is acrid and thick with cigarettes from the general mill of tourists, the ones we call tourons - tourist morons - cloves from the goths and the tarot readers - they hate each other, but at least they can agree on one thing - cigars from those fat but friendly italians from the restaurant a few blocks away that never makes enough money to be anything but a front for the mafia. Everyone in the Crow Bar welcomes them with open arms and a call of welcome, though. Every last one of them is safer than the law in this fucking town any day of the week. I chuckle and down the next shot of Frangelico, musing that if I ever find a clean cop here in the Big Easy, I'm calling the goddamn SPCA to report the endangered species I just found. The personification of Old Man River himself sits down across from me. His face looks how the air smells - old, misused, and rotting fast. He doesn't say a word, just stares at me for a moment before turning his attention to the four shots left sitting in front of me. I know he's drunk. I know he hasn't eaten. What his hollow eyes beg for is one more contributing factor in a long line leading to a very bad conclusion. "Name," I say. "Jones," he says. I nod and trace the outer rim of the closest shot glass to him. "You?" "Ice," I say. "Hungry?" His attention returns to me with renewed pain and wanting. At least I have that working for me. I raise my hand and get Orchid's attention. She asks me with her eyes if I'm in trouble, and I signal no, just come here. She walks over and I order two more rounds and a double order of aligator sausage. She nods and returns to the bar, but not before giving me a warm smile. Just then, the sound of my favorite band at the time start to bleed from the cadillac jukebox in the back. Was down at the New Amsterdam, Staring at this yellow haired girl... All of a sudden, I notice that Orchid has in fact bleached her hair to a medium blonde. Jones, right on cue with the lyrics, tries to start talking to me. "Talk, or food and drink. Your choice." He chooses, and I listen to my song, unhindered by blather. For teh next four minutes, I have one of the most surreal experiences I will ever have in my entire life. Orchid flirting with me at fourty paces. Smoke blinding all but the most constitute patrons. Gorgeous girls of all shapes, sizes, ages, and walks of life pepper to bar and tables. Jones and I survey them all and share a meal and a drink, but no words. Words would ruin this. I knew that from the start. I think he gets it now, too. "Mr. Jones and me, We stare at the beutiful women. We all want to be big stars, But we don't know how, And we don't know why. When I stare at that television, I want to see me, Staring right back at me..."

LaMalinche -> RE: omgsh i wish you guys could be here to share this... (7/16/2006 3:57:45 AM)
Ooops, wrong thread.

crouchingtigress -> RE: omgsh i wish you guys could be here to share this... (7/16/2006 9:47:58 AM)
ooops i am sorry i missed this, i thought no one wanted to play with me... i love this game i wish every one would play, but that is how it goes with most of my games.... *i love you picture....i can smell the bay.....and the beer...grin.....and maybe even the boy too...does he wear old spice?* quote: ORIGINAL: LaMalinche It is a warm sunny day with a light breeze. I sit at a pub table, looking out over the Chesapeke Bay. The water sparkles, and you can hear the sounds of families as they browse shops and eateries. By my side, my lover, his hand resting on my knee, as we speak of inconsequential things, just enjoying each others company. As I pick up my drink, I lean into his chest, warmed from the sun. His hand strokes my hair, stopping at my neck to rub it a bit. The cold beer slides down my throat, and I turn my head to take a drag off of his cigarette. The smoke seems to mix with the few wisps of clouds in the sky, as we wait for our orders and watch the Coast Gaurd Cadets at rowing practice. sigh

crouchingtigress -> RE: omgsh i wish you guys could be here to share this... (7/16/2006 9:49:27 AM)
awesome!!! thank you! quote: ORIGINAL: VandalHeart 11:30 P.M. Dark Thirty, as they refer to it here in Sin City. The real one, not the comic book. The air is acrid and thick with cigarettes from the general mill of tourists, the ones we call tourons - tourist morons - cloves from the goths and the tarot readers - they hate each other, but at least they can agree on one thing - cigars from those fat but friendly italians from the restaurant a few blocks away that never makes enough money to be anything but a front for the mafia. Everyone in the Crow Bar welcomes them with open arms and a call of welcome, though. Every last one of them is safer than the law in this fucking town any day of the week. I chuckle and down the next shot of Frangelico, musing that if I ever find a clean cop here in the Big Easy, I'm calling the goddamn SPCA to report the endangered species I just found. The personification of Old Man River himself sits down across from me. His face looks how the air smells - old, misused, and rotting fast. He doesn't say a word, just stares at me for a moment before turning his attention to the four shots left sitting in front of me. I know he's drunk. I know he hasn't eaten. What his hollow eyes beg for is one more contributing factor in a long line leading to a very bad conclusion. "Name," I say. "Jones," he says. I nod and trace the outer rim of the closest shot glass to him. "You?" "Ice," I say. "Hungry?" His attention returns to me with renewed pain and wanting. At least I have that working for me. I raise my hand and get Orchid's attention. She asks me with her eyes if I'm in trouble, and I signal no, just come here. She walks over and I order two more rounds and a double order of aligator sausage. She nods and returns to the bar, but not before giving me a warm smile. Just then, the sound of my favorite band at the time start to bleed from the cadillac jukebox in the back. Was down at the New Amsterdam, Staring at this yellow haired girl... All of a sudden, I notice that Orchid has in fact bleached her hair to a medium blonde. Jones, right on cue with the lyrics, tries to start talking to me. "Talk, or food and drink. Your choice." He chooses, and I listen to my song, unhindered by blather. For teh next four minutes, I have one of the most surreal experiences I will ever have in my entire life. Orchid flirting with me at fourty paces. Smoke blinding all but the most constitute patrons. Gorgeous girls of all shapes, sizes, ages, and walks of life pepper to bar and tables. Jones and I survey them all and share a meal and a drink, but no words. Words would ruin this. I knew that from the start. I think he gets it now, too. "Mr. Jones and me, We stare at the beutiful women. We all want to be big stars, But we don't know how, And we don't know why. When I stare at that television, I want to see me, Staring right back at me..."

Lidh2l -> RE: omgsh i wish you guys could be here to share this... (7/17/2006 2:28:30 AM)
They were driving through an unknown town, not knowing what to see or do. The person they were supposed to meet flaked out on them, so they were left with very few options: go home or wander around aimlessly. It was too early to go home. They stopped at a Starbucks for facility use and for some coffee, and while they were there they asked the baristas for some suggestions, hoping their wandering wouldn't be so aimless. The baristas made several suggestions, a movie theater or two, a mall, and not much else. Nothing was playing that they wanted to see, and they didn't know fuck-all else in this town, so, the mall it was. At the mall, he said to her, "Now, I don't want you to cease physical contact with me at any time, whatsoever. I have no idea who is in this town, and I want to keep you safe." She stared at him for a moment, shocked. He didn't know whether she was offended or just caught off gaurd. She had always protected herself, and was unaccustomed to concern from another, that much he knew. The reactions reason, however, was a mystery to him. "Yes, sir, if you think it's necessary. However, I'm sure I'll be fine." This did not confirm nor expunge his fear. Nor did it say anything about compliance. "Oni, my title is Lord, not Sir." It was a gamble, especially with someone he cared so much for, but he found himself taking on a persona that very nearly had a mind of it's own. One he had not undertaken in many years. That of a gentleman. A protector. A knight. Problem was, that look of exasperation was still lingering on her face. However, she replied with, "My apologies, m'Lord." Still not an answer to his mystery. So, he asked again, "Will you keep physical contact and allow me to keep you safe?" She nodded, the beginnings of a smile creeping onto her face. That changed things, but now the question was between elation and amusement. But a true knight never retreats, and this was the best he was likely to get for now, so he gently placed her hand on his arm and they began their walk into the mall. They window shopped, and all the while she held true to her word. She always kept one hand on him, no matter what they did. If she kneeled to look at something, he kept on hand of hers in his own. If he knelt, she kept one hand on his shoulder, reminding him that she was still standing right behind him. They walked, they talked. The day was beautiful, even in the confines of the mall. At one point, they stopped at a kiosk to look at watches. As he viewed the timepieces, she noticed something out of the corner of her eye. Statuettes. Angels. Beautiful sculptures. He was still interested in the watches, so she asked, ever so politely, "My Lord, may I step over to that window for a moment?" He looked up at her, completely ignoring the saleswoman's confused look for a moment. She was all that existed for the moment. "Yes, Oni, but do not enter until I am done here. Do you understand?" He didn't want to negate his command, but she had been so beautiful and mindful al day long, he wasn't about to deny her a simple request. She smiled. "Yes, m'Lord." She walked over to the storefront, all the while with his eyes at her back, making sure she would still be in view, and just simply watching her walk. He still wasn't sure that this exchange was something she enjoyed, as opposed to something she was putting up with out of amused apathy, but she was complying nonetheless, and he was enjoying the refreshing return to a time when he didn't have to be rude to retain his pride and honor in the midst of simple minds and the status quo that he just didn't quite fit in to. She walked to the storefront, looking at the little angel statues, the glass cut figurines, the silly little knick-knacks that littered the shelf around the absolute beauty of it all. Her thought were a million miles away from the days events and his behavior and centered on the simple elegance of the shaped pewter and the molded clay, delicately painted to reveal an agent of a god she didn't believe in, but faith was not a requirement of appreciation of a work of art. She almost didn't hear him when he called her back. She had no idea how long he had been calling, so she rushed back to his side. After recovering from her hasty display, he asked her what she thought of a particular piece. After a nearly pained look, she gave her actual opinion. "I think this one would look better on you, m'Lord," she said, pointing at another watch. She braced for impact. It never came. What followed instead was his voice, asking the clerk to retrieve the other watch. With a perplexed look on the clerk's face, the watch was traded out of the case and it turned out, in his opinion, his Oni was right. It did look better...just not $90 better. This was another fact they agreed on before they decided to move on. He asked her later that night, as they lay together in bed, "Why did you come running so fast when I called you? And were you actually enjoying how I acted today, or just humoring me?" She smiled and replied, "I loved the way you acted today. It's a side of you I'd never even imagined you had. My former play-partner tried in once, but he just kept slapping my ass for no apparent reason. It just felt contrived. It made no sense to me why he was doing it, and after not too long, I was annoyed and had a pain in the ass. Make that two pains in the ass." "OK, and the running?" "I agreed to the rules, m'Lord," she said, returning to the persona she had adopted in response to his. "And a Lady always honors the request of such a wonderful Lord as yourself. I love you, and today you made me very happy. I felt special in a way I hadn't felt in a very long time. Not since I was a little girl." Laying there in the dark, his only response was to squeeze her into himself. Whether she knew it or not, she had made him feel special as well. Special, in a way he hadn't felt in a very long time. Not since he thought that chivalry was dead. Not since he adopted the view that the world had become a wretched and mean place where only shouting and heavy-handed ordering around got any respect. Not since he felt like a true knight in a world that could respect and accept what he truly was in his heart. That was how he felt now, here in this darkened room, with his love, in this world that they had created together around each other. A world where they were lord and lady, and everyone else be damned.

SusanofO -> RE: omgsh i wish you guys could be here to share this... (7/17/2006 2:50:33 AM)
OMG - it's 100 degrees for the third day in a row here in Omaha, Nebraska, (out on the prairie) - a trend that is supposed to continue all week here. Makes me want to pack my bags and move asap, to where you live, crounching tigress! Sounds beautiful! - Susan

SirCumsSlut -> RE: omgsh i wish you guys could be here to share this... (7/17/2006 3:57:33 AM)
Using fast reply here........ Well it is 7 am, Sir left for work, the kidletts are still sleeping, I am enjoying my coffee and quiet time.....but what I see out my window is not appealing so I will close my eyes and picture my mornings in the little rural northern Alabama town we are moving too. The birds are singing and the sun is rising just over the treetops....the dogs are snoozing at my feet and I say it's gonna be a good day

LaMalinche -> RE: omgsh i wish you guys could be here to share this... (7/17/2006 9:16:08 PM)
It was a dark and stormy night. . . Yes! I am trying desperately to keep this thread alive. So sue me. . . no really. . . go ahead. . . I will let you have all of my debt from school. . . go for it!

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