Know me not
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Posted:Oct 27, 2008 1:15 pm
Last Updated:May 14, 2024 6:43 pm
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Blogs are hard because you put things up - and basically open yourself up to have others form opinions about you. I guess this is one reason I have done it - the old 'feel the fear and do it anyway' approach.
Probably I'm less worried about people having the wrong opinion about me than someone actually working me out.
It's certainly easier putting 'junk' posts up than anything meaningful.
I write where my brain takes me. I'm a fraud really as writing should come from within. But as an offset to a previous post I'm putting this one up - because I too don't necessarily see death as the end, or even negative (and to she who commented - a sincere thanks).
As I sit in the dunes, the sea looks amazing. The sun’s reflection dancing happily in the ripples and the rich blue is radiated, like a magical explosion of colour. The warmth of the sand matches the glow within, today I am learning the true meaning of happiness.
As the gulls sing their songs up and down the empty beach, I hear the sea calling me. Each wave softly calls my name, enticing, suggestively, like a lover calling me to bed.
I stand, filled with a total sense of contentment, basking in the thrill of the alluring sound of the sea’s call, knowing that I am hers alone. As I make my way down the beach, I reflect that if this was Hollywood, a beautiful angel would fly down and we would float gracefully up to the sun filled sky.
True happiness is all consuming. We dream of Utopia, but none of us truly believe in it. Well today, I believe ‒ believe with all my heart that I have found man’s quest. Paradise, Eden, Utopia, call it what you will ‒ I have completed the ultimate journey, I have fulfilled my destiny and I am happy beyond imagination.
I walk slowly towards my lover, her whispers filling me with a deep desire. As I walk out, she begins to embrace me. As she wraps herself around me, the sense of belonging is unbelievable. As I walk out deeper, her touch engulfs me totally and my heart explodes as I know I will become part of her for all eternity.
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Just Little Old Me
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Posted:Oct 22, 2008 5:27 pm
Last Updated:May 14, 2024 6:43 pm
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Saw this on a couple of other blogs and thought it was a good idea. This is for those standard members (like me) who can't see Profiles
"Just an average guy, good sense of humour, looking to meet nice people. Into fun, not pain or annoying anyone".
What location do you fantasize about for a sexual encounter?:
A bed, The beach, A moving vehicle (i.e. car), The middle of a park, A remote wilderness spot, Under a waterfall, My desk at work, A swimming pool or hot tub, A Lift, A hotel room, At a nightclub
What types of sexual activities turn you on?:
Giving Oral Sex, Receiving Oral Sex, Fetishes, Light Bondage, Spanking, Role Playing, Threesomes, Slave/Master, Mutual Masturbation, Food Play, Voyeurism, Latex, Massage
Tem_Hamilton's Information:
Gender: Man
(40 years old)
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Lives in: Hamilton, Waikato
Marital Status: Married
Height: 177-180 cm
Smoking: I'm a non-smoker
Drinking: I'm a light/social drinker
Drugs: I don't use Drugs
Occupation: Manager
Race: Caucasian
Have : Yes. We live together.
BUT OF COURSE - this is just some basic information. It's not the whole me and to be honest, we never know the whole us anyway.
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Desire and Anticipation
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Posted:Oct 21, 2008 12:50 pm
Last Updated:May 14, 2024 6:43 pm
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We had chatted on line for so long now that it felt like waiting for an old friend ‒ however I knew this was different. Tonight I would see whether she was could live up to our shared expectation, or whether this was something confined to her fantasies.
A timid knock at the door and I knew the moment had arrived. “Enter”. As she made her way in, her nervousness was plain to see. The red hue to the cheeks, the slow, jerky movements as she walked and the eyes. Oh the eyes. Her nerves reflected through the hazel but there was also more, far more. I could see the burning anticipation and pent up emotion. Very pleasing.
She had dressed as I asked. Short black skirt, crisp white blouse and stockings. I guided her into the lounge while whispering into her ear “good girl”. As previously instructed, she stood still in the centre of the room as my eyes wandered in appreciation. From the long swirls of her hair, her eager eyes, tracing down the sensual lines of her succulent breast. Walking around I appreciated each curve, each aspect of her feminine form.
Facing her, I placed a tender kiss on her forehead. Reading the hunger in her eyes, I pressed my lips to hers. Her mouth parted and our lips melted together as we explored with hunger. As her arms began to hold me tight, I pulled back breaking our connection. “not yet little one”.
I sat down and bade her to slowly remove her blouse. Button by button she obeyed, exposing the soft white cleavage, then the full shape of her breasts beneath her black lacy bra. As the blouse dropped to the floor, her chest heaved with a mixture of embarrassment and pride. Upon my instruction she reached behind her and unclasped her bra, releasing her breasts and freeing her erect nipples.
As one would not guzzle a fine wine, this was to be an experience of sipping, savoring the taste and texture of what lay before me. Did she understand this? Did she truly comprehend the implications of our relationship?
I stood and knelt before her. Her eyes showed an expectation ‒ an expectation which would be unmet. I slowly ran my fingers lightly up her legs until they reached her panties. I carefully held them and pulled them down, helping her to step out. I looked up and smiled. And then to her surprise I stood again ‒ with her blouse in my hand. I held it out “put this back on my little pet”. Like a gentleman I held the blouse out while she slipped back into it. Standing in front of her, I slowly buttoned it up, all they while smiling into her eyes.
“Go home now, we will play again another day” Oh the look of disappointment and confusion. She had obeyed me, been eyed up and down by me and exposed herself to me ‒ and I was dismissing her! I gently kissed her lips “anticipation and desire, control and release. You will learn and you will enjoy ‒ I promise you”
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Truth
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Posted:Oct 21, 2008 12:43 pm
Last Updated:Mar 12, 2009 3:16 pm
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He who seeks the truth
is doomed to despair
Fallacies are among us
spreading mortal fear
The world is just a myth
filled with horrid lies
You talk of life
I say death in disguise
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So.......
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Posted:Oct 20, 2008 2:53 pm
Last Updated:Nov 16, 2008 7:05 pm
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So - who fancies a good snog ???
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True Competition
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Posted:Oct 19, 2008 3:36 pm
Last Updated:May 14, 2024 6:43 pm
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For the true spirit of competion, you can't beat a Special Olympics event.
Regional events are not the PC everyone is a winner thing people might expect. Athletes know what medals are and strive very hard to get one - and experience frustration etc if the don't.
They want to win - but they are always fair about it.
People are supported, cheered on and congratulated for their efforts.
The teams get behind all their athletes - even those who are not winning. It's at these events you can see true team work that is not so evident elsewhere.
It's hard to explain, but even for a casual observer, a Special Olympics swimming event is captivating. Spectators are noisy and involved. Everyone wants everyone to do well (except in the races against them). And winers (or those who achieve good times, close races etc) celebrate openly - they're not ashamed to show their joy.
Special Olympics has managed to merge the benefits of 'participation' in sport with the joy of competition. It suits all sorts of people.
So many turn their backs on people with an intellectual disability, often not through bad intent - simply through a lack of understanding (and yes being uncomfortable around intellectually disabled people is 'normal' for those not used to it).
people are people are people 
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Tornado
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Posted:Oct 16, 2008 12:29 pm
Last Updated:May 14, 2024 6:43 pm
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It seems there was a tornado in Cambridge last night though it didn't hit us (or even close).
If by chance anyone else from Cambridge reads this (slim chance I know) - hope all is well at your place.
Must admit tho - extreme weather can be really cool. Standing on a southern beach in Wgtn while a big southerly goes thru Cook Strait is awesome. Even earthquakes can be fun - and there is that myth that having sex during an earthquake is supposed to be absolutely mind blowing (did the earth move for u?). Another thing to add to the list of things to try
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Fun in the office - Part 1
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Posted:Oct 15, 2008 3:46 pm
Last Updated:May 14, 2024 6:43 pm
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And something completely different (and no, unfortunately this hasn't really happened.......)
I didn’t think much about it as we started the meeting ‒ just that semi conscious thought that this lady was really attractive. Not in the traditional ‒ beauty queen way. She looked older than me by a few years and was definitely more fuller figure than skinny ‒ but hey, she looked damn good to me.
Like I said, I didn’t really pay too much attention to her looks ‒ just assumed she was here for business and nothing more.
Half way through the meeting, I noticed she had slipped one shoe off. Now I’m usually a leg man, but the sight of that perfect foot covered in sheer black nylon caught my interest. I tried not to stare, forcing myself to concentrate on the papers in front of us but some how my gaze kept dropping, taking in the foot as well as a very tasty looking calf. Without appearing to see my interest, she kept talking about the offer her firm was making but at the same time, she unconsciously started to rub her calf, like she had a sore muscle or something. I could feel my face reddening as I hoped that the growing bulge in my trousers wasn’t obvious to her. Suddenly I heard her say “… do you have all the information you need?” Pardon ‒ I hadn’t heard a word she said!
As I tried to mumble some sort of response, she smiled ‒ one of those huge smiles that covered the whole face “you certainly do appear distracted don’t you”. Well what could I say ? Luckily she didn’t wait for an answer. She swiveled her chair around until she was facing me, pulled her skirt up above her knees and proceeded to place her gorgeous foot on my lap. Gazing longingly at her legs, I started to stroke her foot. She laughed and said “mmm you really are a foot man aren’t you?’ Unbelievably she put her other foot up and started to rub my hard cock with her delicate and oh so sexy toes. As my cock grew and started to throb, she said “you’d better get those pants off before you have an embarrassing wet patch” Well ‒ she didn’t need to say that twice ! No sooner had I sat back down than those feet were back at me ‒ ohh the feeling of the nylon as she rubbed up and down. My cock glistened with precum and then I exploded all over her stockinged feet. She smiled in satisfaction of a job well done.
Without further ado, I dropped to me knees and started kissing her calves, then slowly up over her knees to her thighs. She slid down the chair, spreading her legs with a little “mmmm”. As my lips met the bare flesh above her stockings, I could feel her hand in my hair ‒ pressing me forward. I took a deep breath in ‒ inhaling her musky aroma. I placed a soft, gentle but longing kiss on her pussy through her panties ‒ she arched up as my tongue traced along her pussy lips through the thin material. I could taste her excitement as I reached up and lowered her panties. Her hands never left my hair as if she wanted to make sure that my face returned to her ‒ as if I was going to leave it there!
She squirmed as my tongue gently found it’s way between her lips, probing inside her, lapping her wetness, exploring …… She threw her legs onto my shoulders as two fingers entered her, and then a third. She groaned in pleasure as my tongue started to lick at he clit while another finger probed at her rear. My tongue was really going to work while I continued to finger both orifices. I could tell by the way she was moaning and grabbing my hair that it wasn’t going to be long ‒ and I was right, she came with a rush. I took my fingers out to allow me to lick up her flowing juices while she continued to press my face hard into her while she moved her hips, keeping the feeling going as long as possible.
Needless to say, we’ve had to reschedule another meeting to continue our unfinished “work”.
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Sloppy Poetry
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Posted:Oct 14, 2008 3:08 pm
Last Updated:Oct 22, 2008 5:28 pm
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Just thought I'd slip in some sloppy stuff - not sure why but no one is ever totally what they seem to others
Across the sea
Longing and desire
Echoes of the forest
Passion so deep
Words said, unsaid
Souls connected
My trembling heart
Consumed for eternity
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Legs
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Posted:Oct 14, 2008 2:52 pm
Last Updated:May 14, 2024 6:43 pm
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I said these would be random thoughts and they are......
Just thought I would mention how much I appreciate legs - especially those in nylon.
Not your bean pole legs - legs with some curves and shape to them
The sneaky peek at thighs or calves mmmm
Which brings me onto another completely different point - why is porn all about naked pple quickly bonking? What's wrong with erotic - clothing, story (yes story), build up etc etc. Still the porn inductry earns billions thru sales so I guess they know what pple want and maybe I'm just odd lol
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Just random thoughts
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Posted:Oct 13, 2008 4:02 pm
Last Updated:Jun 15, 2011 9:59 pm
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This is unlikely to be anything much - just random thoughts when I remember to stick them in here.
First topic is NICE PEOPLE
The more time I spend on sites like this - the more I come to appreciate genuinely nice pple.
Being horny is no excuse for bad manners or lack of humour.
Just because someone is a female in room full of horny blokes doesn't mean we should all bow to them
Yes I would like to meet pple - but then a cup of coffee with a friend is better than a random bonk with a cow.
I am so lucky to have chatted with some really cool pple (and met some). Age, size, looks - secondary to personality. Sexiness comes from within.
oh - and I have finally found a discussion group full of nice people (and ones who actually post). All power to them - they are living proof of what I have been rambling about.
oh oh - nothing I ever put here will be a dig at anyone. I do have a habit of being cheeky tho so if by some remote chance u read this - never take me serious
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