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Here’s to Us – Halestorm

August 25th, 2012 1 comment

We could just go home right now
Or maybe we could stick around
For just one more drink, oh yeah
Get another bottle out
Lets shoot the shit
Sit back down
For just one more drink, oh yeah

Here’s to us
Here’s to love
All the times
That we fucked up
Here’s to you
Fill the glass
Cause the last few days
Have kicked my ass
So lets give em hell
Wish everybody well
Here’s to us
Here’s to us

Stuck it out this far together
Put our dreams through the shredder
Let’s toast cause things got better
and everything could change like that
And all these years go by so fast
But nothing lasts forever

Here’s to us
Here’s to love
All the times
That we messed up
Here’s to you
Fill the glass
Cause the last few nights
Have kicked my ass
If they give you hell
Tell em to go fuck themselves
Here’s to us
Here’s to us

Here’s to all that we kissed
And to all that we missed
To the biggest mistakes
That we just wouldn’t trade
To us breaking up
Without us breaking down
To whatever’s come our way

Here’s to us
Here’s to love
All the times
That we fucked up
Here’s to you
Fill the glass
Cause the last few days
Have kicked my ass
So let’s give em hell
Wish everybody well

Here’s to us
Here’s to love
All the times
That we messed up
Here’s to you
Fill the glass
Cause the last few nights
Have kicked my ass
If they give you hell
Tell em to go fuck themselves
(Go fuck themselves)
Here’s to us
Here’s to us
Here’s to us
Here’s to us

Here’s to us
Here’s to love
Here’s to us (Wish everybody well)
Here’s to us
Here’s to love
Here’s to us

Here’s to us

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Quiet, Junior. Let the grown-ups talk.

August 24th, 2012 3 comments

There was a time in my life that I thought I wouldn’t make it as a slave without a kink forum. I spent most of my free time hopping from thread to thread, leaving my opinion. Experience-based opinion, I’d point out, as if that means a hill of beans to the person on the other side of the screen. I’d razz a few excellent sparring partners, pick a couple fights, laugh with my friends at the silliness of it all. Ahh, the good old days.

But then I realized I didn’t really like who that meant I was (the “slave” who talks a good rap, but actually spends most of her day on the forum talking a good rap), and I set out to do something about it.

Boy, have I done something about it. I can’t even find a thing to talk about, these days.

I don’t feel like resaying things that have been said 189,234,590 times, or having the same arguments — often with the same people — over and over again. I’m not interested in explaining in minute detail, lest someone misunderstand something I say, all the ins and outs of what holds true in my life (which I’ll have to say so no one thinks I’m saying it should be that way in theirs) so that someone can then  tell me I’m wrong because I blinked when I should have inhaled, and the cycle of indignant, “I did say it may be different in your relationship.”s can begin again.  Read more…

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Confidence Makes All the Difference

August 19th, 2012 5 comments

So there’s this weird revelation taking over my brain, and it’s making me feel kind of stupid.

Have you ever noticed I start everything with “so,” as if we were carrying on a conversation, and I can’t figure out how to segue into the topic I’d like to move on to? No, that’s not the revelation, but you have noticed, haven’t you?

Anyway…revelation!

I came into this thing knowing full well that I absolutely love being beaten and degraded and used and treated as property. Not just sexual property, but a thing for my man to use for whatever he wants to use me for. Need something at the store, but don’t feel like going? Slave! Go fetch! Cup empty? Fetch, slave! Phone ringing? See who that is, slave. Itch on your nose? Hey, slave, come scratch this. Read more…

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So, M does this thing…

August 11th, 2012 3 comments

We’ll be in the middle of something. Walking through Walmart, riding our bikes 8-10 miles away from the house, handling work emergencies…something that you can’t just drop to have sex, in most cases, because of location, or the situation, or whatever. And he’ll say to me, “I’m not fucking you again until you beg to be beat.” or “I want you to suck my cock some time today.” or some other kinky and/or sexual thing. Just out of the blue, usually mid-conversation and totally off topic.

But here’s the thing. He doesn’t want me to do whatever it is right then. In fact, if I DO try to do it right then, he’ll grin an evil grin, and smugly reply, “Doesn’t count.”

God, that’s annoying.

You see, it’s a test. He’s checking to see if I’m focused on him, as I should be, or if my attention is elsewhere. And the easiest way to glean that information is to give me an order early in the day and see if I remember to follow it later on.  Read more…

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This could be the best part of my new nightgown.

August 11th, 2012 1 comment

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Well, M wanted a redhead.

August 9th, 2012 1 comment

So we dyed my hair. Correction. I dyed my hair.

I picked out the color (and got approval). I mixed the goo. I put it in my hair. I sat with a mess of plant mud on my head for 2+ hours. And then I got in the shower and spent 45 minutes rinsing it out. This is what it looks like. We love it. =D

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