Reward @ MindSay 
her
pull our weight.
now all bets are placed
I wait for accolade.
Where do the picks and rounds hide in winter
where do they run for cover
Harborage
when your quarry goes to ground
leave no groud to go to
a covert move, made unintentionally.
And like a sprained ankle.
run for cover
Where do you cover your lapses.
In the days of the early church, Christianity had trouble competing (before Augustine's intervention) because all the other religions of the time rewarded with the possibility of becoming gods whereas Christianity's reward was merely to have the opportunity to be able to worship God for all of eternity.
But to a mature Christian, the desire is there and the eternal life thing? Well, we're happy about that, too, because it means we can worship God all that more.
If you want to criticise us for being too willing to prostrate, then go ahead. But don't say it is egotism. Because if you do, you probably don't understand us at all.
Oh, and it's not all about the afterlife, either. There is much joy to be had in this life, too.
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The warm water was enough to keep the chill away, but his fingers caused turmoil that she could feel in her belly. She didn’t question the restraints and giggled at a memory of standing in line for the new roller coaster ride. She knew she’d live, that no harm would come to her, but the anticipation of the experience was almost as delicious as the ride. It was, every single time. She had begun to suspect the pleasure she felt when she submitted to her pleasures, especially sexually.
She smiled and raised her face to water, he lathered his hands richly, and ran them over her, her legs, thighs, and her ass. She lowered her head and let the stream run over her back. She giggled again wondering if he could feel how wet she was. He took his time fingering her ass and she felt herself become open as he pushed deeply. The stinging turning into a low aching pain that only made her want more, but not ask for more.
"Very good. You'll have trust me"
"I. I trust you. I , ohhh" She moaned when he took his other hand and used two fingers on her anus. She moaned as he massaged a deep area of her pussy at the same time. "God, what is that?"
"A secret spot" He pressed firmly and she came so hard that she suddenly felt the water on her face and him holding her to her feet with both hands between her legs. She felt the sweet shame of the image she had in her mind flow through her and realized she'd taken another step towards submission, immersion in the sensations he provided her.
"You deserve a reward"
"I thought that was" She whispered and tried to turn her face towards him, for a kiss. He put his hands on her hips, stepped back and pulled her towards him. Her hands were cuffed and stretched before her, her breasts exposed , and standing on the tiled ledges, her ass was raised and open to him. She lowered her head again and could feel his fingertips stroking the fiery nerve endings her ass, then forward stroking her tummy and thighs. She twisted her hips hoping to find his fingers again.
"Breathe deeply my pet" She took a deep breath, relaxed, and felt him suck on one nipple and pinch the other between his thumb and finger steadily harder, until it was just numb and then released suddenly. The sting shot through her and she gasped, as he sucked away the pain and pinched the other. The sting hit her again as she watched him attach a clothespin to the full nipple.
"I can't, yet" She felt the pain rise to overflowing.
"Take a deep breath, now, again. More, you can do this" He stood behind her and put his hand between her legs as he placed a clothespin on her other nipple. She gasped and cried as the pain shot through her, he massaged deep inside her again, she came and felt her nipples throb against the pleasure. He continued to massage her pussy as she turned and twisted on his fingers, unable to stop for several moments. She cried out and he withdrew his hand and put his arm around her waist and held her as the water ran over her breasts.
She relaxed against him for only a second and felt his cock between her thighs and she moaned and whimpered. She pushed what little strength she had into her legs, stood on the tile ledges and pushed herself to his cock. He kept his arm around her waist and pushed firmly and entered her ass in one long stroke as his fingers flicked the clothespins. She felt like she was falling through hot liquid as the pain in her ass and her nipples collided.
She was bathed in sensations somewhere in agony, but with the promise of release and sweet shame. She found hot, consuming, sensations, and deep plunges like she did when the thrill of the roller coaster hit her.
She was saved from being consumed every time she gave in to the torture, tightened and then threw herself again for him. He took his time fucking her and she tightened again, then again as she lost herself to his will. Suddenly her breasts and nipples exploded in pain again as he suddenly released her nipples. She cried out and felt his warmth fill her as he pushed his hardest, and her nipples protest as the blood rushed back. He held himself in her and reached and made circles around her clit as she lost her balance.
The very cool breeze stung and pushed back the hot steamy air, so she could breathe. She was filled with heat, from his flow and blood rushing through her. She could feel her pulse in her nipples and clit, and she moaned when she could feel his cock throbbing inside her ass deep within the merging sensations.
She hung there in his arms, he released her cuffed wrists, carried her out of the shower and wrapped her in a large heavy towel. He curled her up next to him and she closed her eyes and rode the wave of pleasure flowing through her tummy and between her legs.
"You were wonderful my pet." She raised her face and he kissed each cheek, then softly on her lips.
"Do I please you?"
"Yes!! Very."
"I'm so shameful"
"Oh?"
"Just for you, though" She curled up against him and hid her face as he nuzzled and kissed her neck.
did i dream? yes the kind that you're talking to yourself and not sure if your dreaming or remembering or thinking i thought about anso borego and the heavy heavy gate i designed and welded i was the only one who could weld, but oddly they had a very nice machine and shop
i remembered days at the beach making plans and walking away then i did dream and had bits of a conversation and i finally got to hold someone who held me in return could not see her face (definitely freaudian) i dreamed that i was walking on the beach and a little girl was running after me clearly clearly see her, how she's dressed and heard her say i seldom dream about hopes or things ahead in life or time i don't have dreams where i'm anything or to anyone the little girl was rare rare rare
there's no images of how it could be
the last night on temptress i wrote you about my bunk i think about you and wonder and i was a little hungry but wanted some attention from you i want to know what it is like to be so i wrote you letting you know that you couldn't scoot away from me if we were in the bunk what followed is genuine i imagine holding you
i dozed off in that imagery and thought about just making love over and over over and over
reality always creeps back in and if it'sa good dream or not, hard work or luxury, just a guy instead of a knight i just want to indulge in another its what i'm working for, what keeps me going my ambitions are distorted and devalued and the future is not what i will be, but if i get what i want tomorrow or soon
so much confidence that nothing matters only being able to looking into loving eyes and feel surrounded most intimately by my lover freaud says that everything is ultimately rooted in sexual satisfaction true but giving of satisfaction, he stops short of saying that give what you want to recieve true
i dream myself to sleep which encloses me thinking about the cure to thepain helps to relax
i imagine a lot undressing you and having all the time to
i thought about ' the other life' the other night all of what took place and when i think of that, you always come and sit quietly next to me like its a safe place the same when i'm on temptress
so so few people actually know about that time and those stories are real fewer yet would believe the whole story but oddly enough you and another would so much alike you are the one who sees a bit of me
too hard for me to imagine much because it takes me places and then things go round and round again
you have to remember this is my 'new direction' i find myself here doing this as a result of a 'new direction'
when i think of you it's quiet just us there's good food and drink rest and you're never far from me we take care of each other you let me feel at least as if i'm protective
its what i imagine
there's always 'work to do' but its understood that this time together is our life and that work is necessary but not what's important
i've been in the position you have too where 'all the money' doesn't buy another minute and its not important not when you've lost someone you understand that even God listening to your prayer one more chance one more . . . . something,anything but its done then, i pray for you and He listens like a Farther whose son asks
so finally finally finally someone special and you say and act all the confidence in the world
and they can't see that it's quiet just us there's good food and drink rest never far from the other we take care of each other letting feel at least as if i'm protective all that matters all that matters all that matters allthatmatters
and there's more tobe had and rewarded i hesitate to say 'earn' i hate that word. i've 'earned' things that i never got to enjoy i've been rewarded with a kiss sweet word pride in me Responisbility Responsibilities command friendship intimacy
tenderness and intimacy
satisifying the ache and being satisfied
full of my favorite
mostly now i'm confused and shun people who give advice on being rewarded
will you come? do you want to? even if it's only a bit, perhaps you can see another direction from the view here? i don't understand what you want or certainly the obstacles you have connections to being human i don't
g.
p.s. yes i did dream i wrote about it the bunk was small enough where you could not roll away or say no
Wow I am not even from NJ and I don't believe the police!!!!! I would be demanding the Mayor to get the hell otu of office, the police commissioner to give up his job, and I would be demanding a higher reward then 50 thou for the information of who shot those kids!
Come on this was no random robbery like the police are hinting at! These four, young, bright with their futures in front of them were killed! Exuctuionest style! Kneeling, facing the wall, and shot in the head! This was no robbery!
Sounds like the police don't want to do their jobs out there in NJ!
My prayers, thoughts, and many blessings go to all four families but especially to the three that loss their future generations!
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