His love is my inspiration
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Posted:Oct 13, 2009 3:50 am
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His love is my inspiration
Love is the inspiration for my heart to sing a tune,
love is the inspiration for my ear to hear,
love is the inspiration for my soul to warm,
love is the inspiration for my mouth to smile,
love is the inspiration for my eyes to glisten.
Love is the inspiration to draw my soul near another
love is the inspiration for my mouth to utter sweet words,
love is the inspiration for my eyes to gaze upon him,
love is the inspiration for my heart to speak out.
Love is the inspiration for need, love is the inspiration for my mouth to touch his,
love is the inspiration for my eyes to close,
love is the inspiration for my heart to race,
love is the inspiration for my tears to burn.
Love is the inspiration for longing,
love is the inspiration for my eyes to see only him,
love is the inspiration for my heart to cry out,
love is the inspiration for my ear to hear his whispers,
love is the inspiration for my soul to join his forever.
Love is the inspiration for forever,
love is the inspiration for my heart to be whole,
love is the inspiration for my ear to always hear those words,
love is the inspiration for my soul to have his,
love is the inpiration for my mouth to speak the truth.
Love is the inspiration for my soul to seek life
love is the inspirationfor my ear to hear his words,
love is the inspiration for my soul to reach for him,
love is the inspiration for my mouth to speak his truths,
love is the inspiration for my eyes to always look upon him first,
For he is the inspiration for my Love.
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Its time to Post
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Posted:Oct 13, 2009 3:42 am
Last Updated:Mar 4, 2010 5:43 pm
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I came into the blog this afternoon because I received notification that there was a message waiting for us here.
Once upon a time.......back in my single profile, I used to blog perhaps some 6 or 7 posts per night......the urge to write has left me, why, I am not actually sure, but I thought that I might try and rekindle some of the spirit that I used to have when I would spend hours on the computer at night and into the early mornings writing and doing poetry.
As I said above, its been many long months, and perhaps I should make the effort every now and again, not months in the future after this lonely post..........
Does anyone else have the problem that I have been experiencing of late.......the urge to post, but dont really want to?
I would be interested in hearing from some of you fellow blogland people, a comment would be nice to see!!!!!!!
Mrs Borris998
and in the meantime, I will try and post another blog....egad two in one day..........what's the world coming to 
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Its Time to Try
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Posted:Jul 21, 2009 2:16 am
Last Updated:Oct 13, 2009 3:55 am
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Last month, a group here in Rockhampton restarted the monthly drinks nights at the Lionleigh Hotel.
On our first outing we had a good turnout of around 15 people, we had dinner and then sat and talked and had a nice night out.
Our next venture out is on next weekend on August 1st, 2009, we have had a number of replies from out of town people who are taking the time to come to Rockhampton to enjoy a night out.
We've emailed a number of locals, some have taken the time to read, which we are really pleased about, and to those that have actually responded to our email, we are really pleased that you took the time too.
To anyone that comes an reads our blog, please feel free to come along, you never know you might just enjoy yourself, and meet some new friends to boot.
Have a great week, and we look forward to meeting and seeing you on August 1st.
thanks
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Life is for Living
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Posted:Jul 15, 2009 3:30 am
Last Updated:Oct 13, 2009 3:37 am
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Life is too short to wake up with regrets. So love the people who treat you right.
Forget about the one's who don't.
Believe everything happens for a reason.
If you get a second chance, grab it with both hands.
If it changes your life, let it.
Nobody said life would be easy, they just promised it would be worth it.
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Everything Really Does Happen for a Reason
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Posted:Jul 3, 2009 2:35 pm
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Everything Really Does Happen for a Reason
Everything Happens for a Reason: Finding the True Meaning of the Events in Our Lives
Can it really be true that everything happens for a reason? As amazing as it sounds, it is. There is significance in every event of our lives, from the most joyful and empowering to the inexplicable or seemingly unjust. In Everything Happens for a Reason, psychotherapist Mira Kirshenbaum encourages us to discover the meaning in what has happened to us, seeing these experiences as gifts, lessons, or opportunities.
Is it really true that everything happens for a reason? After all, that's an amazing thing to say-that no matter what happens to you, not only does something valuable come out of it but it's just what you need.
Amazing as it sounds, it is true. It's taken me a long time, but I now see that even in the worst disaster-and I've had my share-there are wonderful gifts, hidden opportunities, or life-enhancing lessons. And we couldn't have gotten them any other way. If someone as hardheaded as I am can come to understand this, anyone can.
Of course, sometimes it's easy for us to believe that everything happens for a reason. We see it in little ways, like when our plans for an evening out fall through at the last minute, and we discover that everything we really want is at home that night anyway.
And sometimes we see it in not-so-little ways. A woman I know wrenched her back and had to spend a month in bed. She felt this was the last thing she needed in her life, particularly since it happened at a time when she had to make some important decisions. And then it hit her-this was exactly what she needed. Her old habit had been to rush impetuously into a new decision without thinking it through. Now it was as if life were saying, "If you won't give yourself time to think, I will."
We very much want to believe that the things that happen to us have great meaning. It's the way we feel life should be. Yes, some days we feel our life's a soap opera. But we want-we need-to have the sense that there's a purpose and value to it all. And we're right.
I want to reassure you: When you discover the true meaning of the events in your life, everything changes.
You feel stronger because your sense that everything has meaning gives you great confidence.
You feel wiser because you see how everything connects.
You're more in touch with who you are because you know that you're living the life you were meant to lead.
And you're happier because you're able to put your loss behind you and have a sense of a future filled with good things.
Until you get to this place, nothing is going to feel right. Let's say you're outdoors and you suddenly feel a drop of moisture fall on your head. You're not going to be able to think of anything else until you figure out why that happened. Is water dripping from some air conditioner up high? Is it starting to rain? Is a flying monkey peeing on your head? You have to know why that drop of moisture fell on your head because you can't feel safe going forward until you do.
We need to know why much more when what fell on our heads is a catastrophe. If you can't make sense of the catastrophe, it's as if your life is mere dice on a crap table-if nothing has any meaning, everything's random, anything can happen.
It's painful to live not knowing why you got so sick that time or why you lost the love of your life-much more painful than people suspect. One woman I know was flying home for Easter when she was in university. As the plane was flying along twenty thousand feet in the air, she developed a terrible earache. But that's not what made her cry. In the dark of a nighttime flight she was sobbing because there was pain like this in the world, seemingly without any rhyme or reason.
One guy described this feeling differently: "When I think about the bad stuff that's happened in my life, I feel I'm just a goddamn fool of the cosmos. It's humiliating! On a sidewalk crowded with people, I'm the one who's stepped in the poop. No one else is as stupid or unlucky as I am. The problem is: How can I go forward, how can I trust the future if I feel I am this stupid unlucky girl?"
Knowing that there's a reason for what happens also saves us from being filled with blame. Blame is a very human attempt to make sense of some catastrophe, but most of the time we hate the way it feels. And yet when something bad happens to us, it's almost a reflex to think, It's because everyone hates me, because I'm a loser, because I'm doomed. And so the blame begins.
We blame other people, and then we end up with the sense that the world is full of bad people. We blame ourselves, and then instead of feeling healthy, strong, and whole we see ourselves as sick, weak, and broken. And we blame life itself. What could be more demoralising than feeling condemned to having bad things always happen to us and not being able to do anything about it?
Blame is like a boomerang that loops around and bonks us on the noggin. Try this yourself: If you see someone struggling with sadness, anxiety, and negativity, listen to his story. You'll soon see he's living in a world where all he sees are things to blame because he lives without positive meanings for what's happened to him. The only cure is to restore the sense that there is a good reason for everything that happens.
Explain That, Why Don't You?
Years ago, if you'd said to me, "Everything happens for a reason," I'd have said that was a lot of bull. Things happened in my life that were so painful it's no wonder I'd had trouble finding their meaning, and I gave up looking. I now know that was a big mistake.
Lots of things happen to us that challenge our sense that everything happens for a reason. It can be anything. You get seriously ill at the worst possible moment. You think you've found the love of your life but something goes haywire between you and now the two of you are over. You've had one of those really painful childhoods. You screw up and lose a lot of money. Someone you love dies.
Yeah, we think, maybe there's a meaning for some things that happen, but not for this.
And even if we still have a shred of faith left that there is meaning in these events, we don't know how to find it. After all, the events in our lives don't come to us with labels attached telling us what they mean. We can spend years searching in vain. We ask friends, but they haven't gone through what we have. We ask someone who has gone through something similar, but that person is probably struggling to find meaning, too.
At some point we might be tempted to give up the search. That's what happened to me. It took one of my patients to wake me up and give me the hope that we can discover the meaning of the events in our lives. Everything important I've learned about how to do my job I've learned from my patients. Scott* was one of my best "teachers."
The Message in the Bottle
We all have dreams of what we'd like to do with our lives. When Scott first came to see me many years ago he was dreaming about going back to school and becoming a landscape designer. But he was afraid to give up his well-paying job. As you can imagine, addressing underlying issues of anxiety, low self-esteem, and identity played an important role in our work together. Soon, though, our work was all about helping him get what he needed to make his dream come true. He ultimately completed a two-year program at an excellent school and eventually opened his own little landscape-design business. He felt fulfilled.
Several years later Scott came back to work with me. Sadly, he had non-Hodgkin's lymphoma, and he thought he was dying. (Scott's cancer eventually went into remission. He's still okay.) He said he wanted to discover why this terrible disease had happened to him just when his life was starting to work out. "Isn't this really a theological question?" I asked Scott. Truthfully, I didn't want to deal with a question like this. My attitude at that time was that you could never find an answer. And anyway, the most important thing is to make the best use of the time you have remaining. Why ask why?
But Scott, bless him, held onto his need. He was about to teach me an important lesson about how helping people is ultimately about helping them find meaning. After I'd dismissed his question Scott looked at me with tears in his eyes as if I'd betrayed him and said, "You don't understand. I don't want to die feeling like I was just some squirrel that got run over on the highway of life-hey, man, bad luck. I know that I'm not just a victim of a game of chance. I can't believe that I live in a universe where the things that happen to us don't have any meaning. There is some meaning in this, a message in a bottle for me. The message feels just out of reach, but it's very important to me. Help me get that message."
Somehow that got through to me. I remembered how much I, too, had wanted to get that message back when I was a . (In a few moments I'll tell you about all the things that had happened to me and my family that left me hungry to find some kind of meaning and how discouraged I got when I didn't think I could find any.) Looking in Scott's eyes, I lost my sense of being pissed off at the universe because the things that happen to us don't come neatly labeled with their true meanings. Scott's need reawakened my own and all the hopes that came with it. I'd thought my need for meaning was dead. I'd acted as if it were dead. But the utter genuineness and validity of Scott's need made me realize that my own need for meaning had never died. Suddenly I felt a whole new connection to Scott, to my younger self, and to a world of people who were hungry to feel that what happens to them has meaning.
There was just one problem: How in the world could I help Scott discover why he'd gotten sick and might die if I couldn't help myself? I found myself terribly moved as I told him that I saw how this situation should have meaning and then confessed that I didn't know how to help him find that meaning. I felt I'd failed him. And I felt terrible about it. But I made a promise to myself that I would learn how to help people find the true meanings of the events in their lives.
Scott called several months later. He obviously wasn't as disappointed in me as I was in myself. I guess we all know how tough this search is. He had a note of triumph in his voice.
"I know why I got sick!" he said. "Look at where I was in my life. I'd made a lot of progress, but I was still frightened of so many things-flying, confrontations, bad news, you name it. Here's the gift getting sick gave me. Every day I'm learning not to be afraid, big-time. Death is the big confrontation. Once you face death, how can you be afraid of, like, someone rejecting you? You know, it's true: Cowards die a thousand deaths, heroes die but once. I'd rather live a short life without fear than the living death of a long life filled with fear.
"And I wouldn't have discovered any of this if I hadn't gotten sick. I don't know how much time I have left to live, but in the time I have left I'm feeling more alive and less afraid than I ever did before."
Everyone who survives something feels they have a new lease on life. But Scott felt he had a new lease on life even when he thought he was dying. Understanding that there was meaning in what was happening to him, discovering what that meaning was, made all the difference for him.
It made all the difference for me, too.
A Voyage of Discovery
That was the beginning of my own voyage of discovery. Wow, I thought, it really changes everything if you can discover the reason why some life event has overtaken you. But I was still skeptical-I was far from convinced that Scott had discovered the real reason why he'd gotten sick or if a real reason could be discovered. But it had meaning for him, and as a therapist, I had to take this seriously. Just imagine, I thought, if I could help other people discover what Scott was lucky enough to discover....
Deep down, of course, I knew how badly I needed this myself.
My Story
I'm sure I've had more than my share of blessings. I've been happily married for a long time. I have two great . I have good friends. Over the years it's been my privilege to help hundreds of thousands of people, and I love my work. So maybe you're wondering, "Hey, what does Mira know about what it's like to go through something really bad?" Good question.
I grew up with loss baked in my bones. As a of Holocaust survivors, I lost the entire world in which I was supposed to grow up. Yeah, my parents survived. But everyone else in my family was killed: my mother's seven brothers and sisters, my father's five, all four of my grandparents.
I also lost the early years of my childhood. I was smuggled across Europe at the bottom of a hay wagon. I almost died of dysentery when I was three months old. I lived in a refugee camp for the first four years of my life. A barracks full of grown-ups recovering from shattered lives doesn't make for a good-time nursery school.
When I was four my life again turned upside down and inside out. I lost my father and my sister-my parents had gotten divorced and my father and my sister disappeared from my life. Then I left the only world I'd known, the refugee camp, to come to America.
When I arrived in New York I was so skinny that one of my distant relatives burst into tears when he saw me. My mother went to work in a clothing factory, and I had to take care of my brother. She eventually remarried, but my stepfather was no bargain. And we were poor-I didn't get a new dress until I was ten, and I bought it for myself with the money I'd earned baby-sitting.
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Passion's Flames
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Posted:Jul 3, 2009 2:32 pm
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Passion's Flames
A touch, soft and tender.
A whisper, full of desire
A gasp of sweet surrender
As passion fuels the fire
No words spoken between them
No promises to be kept
No lies being told tonight
No looking back - no regrets
Longing to hold each other
Such precious little time
Both vowed to another
Being lonely their only crime
Tomorrow bringing sorrow
A brief moment of shame
With the memory of this one night
A release from passion's flames
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OBITUARY OF THE LATE MR. COMMON SENSE
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Posted:Jul 3, 2009 2:31 pm
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OBITUARY OF THE LATE MR. COMMON SENSE
Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who
has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was,
since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He
will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:
Knowing when to come in out of the rain; why the early bird gets the
worm; Life isn't always fair; and maybe it was my fault.
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies: (don't spend
more than you can earn) and reliable strategies: (adults, not ,
are in charge).
His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but
overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6 -year- old boy
charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended
from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for
reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.
Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the
job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly
. It declined even further when schools were required to get
parental consent to administer Tylenol, sun lotion or a band-aid to a
student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and
wanted to have an abortion.
Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became
contraband and criminals received better treatment than the homeless.
Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a
burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.
Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to
realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in
her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.
Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his
wife, Discretion; his , Responsibility; and his , Reason.
He is survived by his 3 stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, Someone Else Is
To Blame, and I'm a Victim.
Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If
you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do
nothing...
He will be missed...
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The Night Visitor
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Posted:Jul 3, 2009 2:30 pm
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The Night Visitor
As I lay on my bed, thinking about you, I feel this
strong urge to grab you and squeeze you, because I
can't forget last night. You came to me unexpectedly
during the balmy and calm night, and what happened
in my bed still leaves a tingling sensation in me.
You appeared from nowhere and shamelessly,
without any reservations, you laid on my naked body...
you sensed my indifference, so you applied your hungry
mouth to me without any guilt or humiliation, and you
drove me near crazy while you drained me.
Finally I went to sleep.
Today when I woke up, you were gone, I searched for
you but to no avail, only the sheets bore witness to
last night's events. My body still bears faint marks
of your enthusiastic ravishings, making it harder to
forget you.
Tonight I will remain awake waiting for you.......
you damn mosquito
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A Lesson from Frogs
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Posted:Jul 3, 2009 2:29 pm
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A Lesson from Frogs
A number of frogs were travelling together through the woods. Two of them fell into a pit and all the other frogs gathered around. When it looked like the two could not jump out, the frogs on top told them that they were as good as dead.
Traveling together the frogs on top needed to wait until the two in the pit either got out or died before they could continue their journey. Quickly becoming impatient they yelled at the two below to give up, quit trying and wasting time; to quit suffering and die.
The two frogs ignored the comments and tried to jump up out of the pit with all of their might. The frogs on top kept telling them to give up and stop, that there was no way they could make it and they were as good as dead.
Eventually the situation overcame one of the frogs who took heed to what the others were saying and gave up. He fell down and died. The other frog continued to jump and try to get out. Again the crowd of frogs yelled at him to stop the pain and just die. He jumped even harder and eventually, finding better footing and getting hold of some roots near the top, finally clawed his way out.
The other frogs were stunned. They congratulated him and explained how amazed they were that he could get out of there. They admitted they were wrong and apologized for discouraging him and then realized that they had to use sign language to communicate - learning that he was deaf.
He expressed his deep gratitude for their sustaining support and encouragement. - - - HE THOUGHT THAT THEY WERE ALL CHEERING HIM ON THE WHOLE TIME.
Author notes
The lesson:
THERE IS THE POWER OF LIFE AND DEATH IN THE TONGUE.
- - An encouraging word to someone who is down can lift them up and help them make it through the day. A destructive word to someone who is down can be the push over the edge. Be careful of what you say. Speak life to those who cross your path. Anyone can speak words that can rob another of the spirit to push forward in difficult times. Special is the individual who will take the time to encourage another, or hold his tongue when irritated.
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A new way to look at a deck of cards!!
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Posted:Jul 3, 2009 2:28 pm
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Here is a new way to look at a deck of cards!!
Deck of Cards
It was quiet that day, the guns and the mortars, and land mines for some reason hadn't been heard.
The young soldier knew it was Sunday, the holiest day of the week.
As he was sitting there, he got out an old deck of cards and laid them out across his bunk.
Just then an army sergeant came in and said, 'Why aren't you with the rest of the platoon?'
The soldier replied, 'I thought I would stay behind and spend some time with the Lord'
The sergeant said, 'Looks to me like you're going to play cards.'
The soldier said, 'No, sir. You see, since we are not allowed to have Bibles or other spiritual books in this country,
I've decided to talk to the Lord by studying this deck of cards.'
The sergeant asked in disbelief, 'How will you do that?'
'You see the Ace, Sergeant? It reminds me that there is only one God.
The Two represents the two parts of the Bible, Old and New Testaments
The Three represents the Father, , and the Holy Ghost.
The Four stands for the Four Gospels: Matthew, Mark, Luke and John.
The Five is for the five virgins there were ten but only five of them were glorified.
The Six is for the six days it took God to create the Heavens and Earth.
The Seven is for the day God rested after making His Creation.
The Eight is for the family of Noah and his wife, their three sons and their wives -- the eight people God spared from the flood that destroyed the Earth.
The Nine is for the lepers that Jesus cleansed of leprosy.. He cleansed ten, but nine never thanked Him.
The Ten represents the Ten Commandments that God handed down to Moses on tablets made of stone.
The Jack is a reminder of Satan, one of God's first angels, but he got kicked out of heaven for his sly and wicked ways and is now the joker of eternal hell.
The Queen stands for the Virgin Mary.
The King stands for Jesus, for he is the King of all kings.
When I count the dots on all the cards, I come up with 365 total, one for every day of the year.
There are a total of 52 cards in a deck; each is a week - 52 weeks in a year.
The four suits represent the four seasons: Spring, Summer, Fall and Winter.
Each suit has thirteen cards -- there are exactly thirteen weeks in a quarter .
So when I want to talk to God and thank Him, I just pull out this old deck of cards and they remind me of all that I have to be thankful for.'
The sergeant just stood there. After a minute, with tears in his eyes and pain in his heart, he said, 'Soldier, can I borrow that deck of cards?'
Please let this be a reminder and take time to pray for all of our soldiers who are being sent away, putting their lives on the line fighting
Prayer for the Military.
Please keep the wheel rolling. It will only take a few seconds of your time, but it'll be worth it to read on....
Lord, hold our troops in your loving hands.
Protect them.
Bless them and their families.
I ask this in the name of Jesus, our Lord and Savior.
Amen.
When you receive this, please stop for a moment and say a prayer for our servicemen and women all around the world.
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Life is for Living
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Posted:Jun 23, 2009 10:43 am
Last Updated:Jul 3, 2009 2:15 pm
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Life is too short to wake up with regrets. So love the people who treat you right.
Forget about the one's who don't.
Believe everything happens for a reason.
If you get a second chance, grab it with both hands.
If it changes your life, let it.
Nobody said life would be easy, they just promised it would be worth it.
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Strangers
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Posted:Jun 17, 2009 5:41 am
Last Updated:Jun 19, 2009 3:13 pm
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Strangers
Sitting alone in a crowded pub
Noise, laughter., people talking
all around you.
The smell of cigarette smoke
lingering in the air
You turn feeling steel eyes upon you
You see her across the room
Feeling the desire that seems to pull
you to him...
He looks at you and smiles as to say
I want to feel how much want me
Standing up he walks to you
Feeling the tension in you cock as
she glides across the room
Coming to you she looks into your
eyes, bends over and whispers in your ear
"Follow Me"
Doing as you are told you follow
her to a hotel where she is staying
As you follow behind her you can
only begin to imagine what she is
wanting to do with you
Wanting to reach out and touch her
You can smell her perfume through the
night air feeling it seep into your veins
getting into your head making you high
She turns to you as to make sure you
are really following and gives you a sinful smile
Opening the door to the lobby you follow her to the lift. she pushes the up button...the door open
and you follow her in the doors close and she pushes the
number 3 button...and turns to you
looking deep into your eyes she kisses you
so deep so passionate so strong
taking you by surprise taking you breath away
you reach up to take her hair down out of the bun that
has been holding it captive for so long, hair flowing all down her back
into your hands she has her tongue darting in and out of your mouth
the lift stops suddenly...you want more she turns away and leaves you
standing all alone
You follow her to the end of a long hallway opening the door
she grabs your hand and direct you to a chair.
You sit she dims the lights turns her back to you
starts to untie her shirt....you want to see more to touch to feel
but she doesn't let you turning around her shirt is open
revealing her white lace bra hard pink nipples poking
through the lace calling to you.
wanting to be touched pinched licked
licking her lips she moves her hands down her
tummy to her pants unbuttoning and unzipping them
you can feel your cock getting harder with each movement
she walks to you.
you stand to meet her taking your hand in hers she puts it
on her right breast and squeezes sending shocks all through
her body reaching over she pulls your pants unbuttoned and unzipped
reaches in to feel how hard you have grown your heart skips a beat
breathing getting heaver..with every stroke
removing her pants as she removes yours
her pussy so hot so dripping wet..drooling with
anticipation wanting your big hard cock
sitting back in the chair he pulls her to him
on her knees she begins to stroke and rub
your cock feeling it growing bigger and harder
in her hand, slowly at first then moving her
lips to the tip of it licking and sucking teasing
and tasting what you have to offer fingers
in her hair u want more you want all of
your cock in her mouth feeling her lips wrapping
tightly around it....you grab her hair thrusting all
of ur cock in hearing her moan with delight
in and out your cock growing bigger with excitement
of what is next to come..pushing your cock in and out
harder faster
breathing hard moaning slightly she removes
it and stands up
taking her bra off exposing her tanned breasts
pinching her hard pink nipples licking her lips
she climbs on top of you
you can feel her wetness against you
dripping gushing wanting something to fill her
up
taking her nipple in your mouth licking and biting ever so slightly
she throws her head back and moans in delight
moving your hand down her body you stop
at her mound touching ever so lightly you realize that
is shaved so soft silky smooth like velvet
slipping a finger in it seems to get wetter as you touch
feel explore
wanting to feel the wetness drip down your cock you insert
just the head of your cock in just to tease
she wants more suddenly she as if someone has taken the breath
from you she thrusts it all in at once screaming in pleasure
she rides you making you want to fill her your with all you have
grinding in and out moaning in delight
rubbing her clit as you bite down on her nipples
wave after wave she is building
your cock rubbing her spot the only spot that will make her
explode warm wet juices dripping on your cock
her pussy seems to be getting tighter with every thrust
suddenly you pick her up moving her to the bed
laying her down without even pulling your cock out '
moaning and screaming in passion as you pound your cock
harder, deeper, and faster
feeling another wave building wrapping her
legs around you squeezing you as the orgasm
rips through her body screaming with pleasure
sending you over the edge of your own explosion
you pound your cock into her harder as the cum rips
through your body, sending sending shock waves all
over you
you lay there on top of her your cock still
spilling into her pussy as you feel her jerking under
you looking into her eyes, kissing her passionately
you try to pull out she won't let you she resists
holding onto for a few more seconds then releasing
you to roll over and fall into a deep cum induced sleep
waking up hours later you reach across the bed but feel
nothing no one the bed is cold it is morning sun shining
through the room, you look for any sign of her...
there is nothing, you think was this all a dream
no it can't be i am alone in a hotel room smelling
of sex and desire but where has she gone you ask?.
what was her name?
where was she from?
longing for answers you begin to wander around
the room looking everywhere for some indication
of who this woman that so suddenly appeared
and then disappeared
you decide to get dressed, as you pick up
your clothes you notice that you can still smell
the scent of her perfume in the air making ur cock
grow hard thinking maybe she is back
but she doesn't return
getting in the lift you remember the details
of the night before bringing a smile to your face
getting out at the lobby
the front desk clerk says excuse me sir
someone left a note for you
as you are handed the note you know who it is from
opening it up you read
"Thank you for such a lovely night"
as you smile the desk clerk looks at
you and says, yes she was a lovely
american lady..
reading on further down the note looking for
some indication of her name
it is signed
Your Stranger
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