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Act Your Age...
Posted:Aug 21, 2017 4:05 am
Last Updated:Aug 21, 2017 7:29 am
Act Your Age...

In a world where so much is expected of you, one of the most important lessons you’ll ever learn is that growing up doesn’t mean leaving behind who you are—that acting your age doesn’t mean letting go of your youth.
The truth is, you are never too old to dance in the rain until your skin turns blue. To ride a bicycle through the night with the wind on your face and all of your troubles long behind you.
You are never too old to blast the volume on your favourite song. To mark your name into the wet concrete on the sidewalk just because you want the world to remember you were here.
You are never too old to run away from home. To put down all that is expected of you and wander lightly into the wild unknown. You are never too old to rediscover yourself. To dream and hope like anything is possible. It is.
You are never too old to make love like it is for the very first time. Full of nerves and clumsy laughter, and hands that don’t know what to do with themselves. You are never too old to take a chance. To be as reckless and bold as you were with your heart before years of rejection left you cynical and cautious.
You are never too old to reach out for help. To fall apart gently in the arms of a friend. To hold onto your mother like she is the last thing anchoring you here to the earth.
You are never too old to remain young at heart. While maturity may bring you wisdom and strength, it is the playful, curious child in you that makes the world magic—that makes a life enchanting and worth living at all.

— Beau Taplin • A c t Y o u r A g e
And You..
Posted:Aug 20, 2017 7:47 am
Last Updated:Aug 21, 2017 5:30 am
And You...

There are a few things in life so beautiful
they hurt: swimming in the ocean
while it rains, reading in empty libraries,
the sea of stars that appear when you
are miles away from the city,
bars after 2 AM, a bed of roses in bloom,
all the things we do not yet know about the
universe, and you.

— Beau Taplin • A n d Y o u
Lazy Sunday Music...
Posted:Aug 20, 2017 5:41 am
Last Updated:Aug 21, 2017 1:06 pm
Lazy Sunday Music...

Where Ya Been ......Dinosaur Jr.

Forever Blue .......... Chris Isaak

Achtung Baby..........................U2

Tidal....................Fiona Apple

Triplicate...............Bob Dylan
She ..
Posted:Aug 19, 2017 11:53 am
Last Updated:Aug 19, 2017 4:14 pm
She ...

The Dance...(poetry)
Posted:Aug 19, 2017 10:38 am
Last Updated:Aug 19, 2017 10:42 am
The Dance...(poetry)

Theirs was a unique way
He forced Himself on her
Ideas, notions, dreams, passions, and reminders of her beauty
She submitted to Him always
Her softness, her sweetness, angelic singsong voice that moaned little deaths
It was a dance few understood
But it nurtured their hungry hearts

— Original writing © ThePoeticSir 2017
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A Good Woman....
Posted:Aug 18, 2017 2:29 pm
Last Updated:Aug 19, 2017 8:57 am
Some great pics I found....

I can wait....
Posted:Aug 18, 2017 6:54 am
Last Updated:Aug 19, 2017 4:00 am
I can wait...

Thought bubble
“I can wait like this; I’ll show him… uncomfortable; I’m a good and obedient girl; I’ll show him….shhh, just be still, he’s right there waiting until you’re settled….what’s he going to do?….shhh, obedience…., shhh, settle.”
Some minutes later
“Good girl”
And the rest is a focused blur

Posted:Aug 16, 2017 1:43 pm
Last Updated:Aug 18, 2017 4:07 am

I wanted Him ...
Posted:Aug 16, 2017 1:08 am
Last Updated:Aug 18, 2017 12:21 pm
I wanted Him....

Assume the position...
Posted:Aug 15, 2017 4:39 am
Last Updated:Aug 16, 2017 3:53 pm
Assume the position...

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see him approaching. She shuddered gently as she sensed the footsteps of him getting closer. She had been standing like this for ten minutes. Silence filled the room as the only sounds she could make out were him stripping his clothes. The sound of his shoes hitting the floor, the rattling of the belt coming off his pants. She felt her heart beating faster as she imagined the belt, slowly folding in his hand, his cock thick and hard as he approached her. She longed to feel its sting. She could feel her sex aching as she envisioned it. He was always so ruthless with the belt. Her round bottom first. Her thighs. her round breasts. Her flat belly. He delighted in the noises she made. And truthfully, so did she. She could already imagine the pain, the sound of the belt connecting with her delicate skin. It was enough to make her practically cum right there. He was now right behind her, his cock thick and hard. She dared not turn around as he finally broke the long silence. “Ass up” as the belt flew through the air, preparing to arrive violently, quickly, at its destination.


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