Strength is quiet. It is unassuming and rock solid. Strength needs no fan fare or acknowledgement. It just is.
Weakness needs to shout. It is noisy and annoying. It is something the owner tries to hide by distacting from it with lots of posturing, noise and force.
I need to remember this for myself when I am annoyed with the unnecessary loudness some need to exist and most of all I need to remember it when I find myself getting caught up in it.
I need to remember to shut up when the noise gets too loud. No one will benefit from even more mayhem.
OOOOoooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmmm

He grasped me firmly, but gently, just above my elbow and guided me into a room, his room. Then he quietly shut the door and we were alone. He approached me soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a low, reassuring voice close to my ear. "Just relax."

Without warning, he reached down and I felt his strong, calloused hands start at my ankles, gently probing, and moving upward along my calves, slowly but steadily. My breath caught in my throat.

I knew I should be afraid, but somehow I didn't care. His touch was so experienced, so sure. When his hands moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder, and partly closed my eyes. My pulse was pounding. I felt his knowing fingers caress my abdomen, my ribcage.

And then, as he cupped my firm, full breasts in his hands, I inhaled sharply.

Probing, searching, knowing what he wanted, he brought his hands to my shoulders, slid them down my tingling spine and into my panties.

Although I knew nothing about this man, I felt oddly trusting and expectant. This is a man, I thought. A man used to taking charge. A man not used to taking 'No' for an answer. A man who would tell me what he wanted. A man who would look into my soul and say . . . .













"Okay ma'am, you can board your flight now."

The good old days are different for everyone. There may have only been 8 people in chat at any given time during my good old days but what makes them good?
The fact that we played, we kibitzed, we perved and amongst all the silliness we became friends. We got to know more about each other than just screen names. We celebrated births, we changed diapers, we celebrated graduations, divorces, christmas, thanksgiving and back to school to name a few. Then we mourned, we mourned the loss of a friend due to cancer, we mourn the loss of a parent, we mourn the losses that are really immeasurable but all part of this thing we call life.
The good old days are the days of innocence. They were the days we laughed, the days we couldn't believe we were having so much fun with this miracle we have come to take for granted called the internet.
The good old days are happening right now for immeasureable numbers of people. They too will look back remembering their days, the good ol' days.
For me right now the good ol days are the days when the people that entranced me didn't have to worry, they were healthy, happy and alive.
The good ol days have taken their toll. Some of them are gone. Some of them are disbled, some of them are fighting for their lives.
The good ol days really are a dawn of sorts, an opening to the possibility of what is out there. You can only go through that once. After that you are friend, almost family because you have shared so much. After the good ol days you hold a hand and sit in silence because you know that is all that is needed right now. You give a hug even tho these gestures aren't physically real they mean a lot. They mean a lot because there is a history, a shared past, an understanding.
Do I want the good ol days back? HELL YES! Nobody hurt back then but then again they were an illusion.
Even on the net life intrudes but really I wouldn't have it any other way.
Thinking of more than a few people that need positive thoughts,
ju

8 years...

So I shut off the ac and went out to "enjoy" the cooler weather.
Would some one please tell me exactlty why I should love summer?
My feet and ass have a billion mosquito bites. I am doped up on benedryl and dozy as hell, yeah summer.
Who the fuck invented this season?
Looking forward to the first frost,
ju

the possibilities for NNers with technology like this.


I would have to get a new "tool" box.
ju

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ju

but I have to say.. this place sucks ass lately. The core that wanted to communicate have been communicating all over the place leaving no core what so ever. The wankers are doing just fine, the pics and vids are flowing but the people who enjoy communicating are all over the place working their asses off for the site and enjoying themselves, not.
One chat room would be plenty, the forum needs only 2 categories and status, well that has soured recently as well. There maybe almost 3 million members but the only communication going on is wanna fuck and then anger because no one wants to. This isn't facebook and never will be.
People want to share their sexual exploits on an anonymous level. Making friends is something that cannot be xxxxxx with social networking features. It will happen if it is going to naturally.
The good has been lost. The much needed features which would enable members to interact more easily in a less xxxxxx manner have been pushed to the back burner. The idea that this is a dirty lil secret has been forgotten.
I just have one question for admin, would you be willing to put yourselves out there in the same way you want your members to or would you think twice about joining your own site?
Disenchanted,
ju

is how I spent my last 3 days. Yup still have the orange crocs but that was their last camping trip. The soles are so thin walking up the road on gravel was painful. I will be sorry to see them go...



Did I miss anything around here?

We christened it last night. Today I have one fuck of an itchy mosquito bite!
At least it is just one.
Looking forward to many more evenings sitting around the fire this summer,
Playing with fire in the best possible way,
ju