Rope @ MindSay 
Not a day goes by that I don't long for this life to end so that I can rejoin my love, where ever he is.
Dave Draiman (my Dave is David Alan Jaeger) says it all with Inside the Fire. I will go where ever he is,
the sooner the better. But I can't just kill myself, God has seen fit to give me a child that ties me to this world.
A child that tests my patience, my sanity (what little there is) and ability to contain the anger and violence inside me
on a daily basis. Like Scott Weiland says, "The roller coaster ride's a lonely one" Music keeps me sane, that and 40mg of Percocet a day. I am blessed with a compressed disc in my spine, which I treasure. Dirt, yes, that's a great song, Layne had such a way with words, he is fortunate, he has already rejoined his love. Soon, please, let it be soon.
At the 2000 Summer Olympic Games, a determined Wyoming farm boy defeated the greatest Olympic wrestler of all time in "The Miracle on the Mat." Four years later, after a near fatal accident in the frozen Wyoming wilderness, a tearful Rulon Gardner touched the hearts of sports fans everywhere when he left his shoes on the mat, symbolizing his retirement after winning an Olympic Bronze.
The fixture was oval shaped, padded and adjustable for height and incline. He laid her there gently, whispered her safety word to her and as he gave her a few moments to take her arms from around his neck, he told her she was going to be more than just a display. Did she understand? She nodded.
She lay on her back and looked to him for a sign of reassurance and simply shut everything out. Where she was or what she was about to do, the audience to be watching, didn't matter. She would take what she wanted from this by totally submitting to his will. If she could do it in front of everyone, she would have immersed herself fully, submitted fully. As of this moment, she was his property to do with, anything. She nodded again.
He kissed her tummy and made small kisses downward, kissing the inside of her thighs when she spread her legs. She reached between her legs and took her fingers to spread her lips for him and made an effort to raise herself to his kiss. He kissed her thighs again and when she whimpered for attention, he put his fingers over hers and opened her more. She felt his tongue between her lips and over her clit. She whimpered again and tears slid down the side of her face when she felt his warm breath in her pussy, and bit her lip for the pain.
With her hands still free she held his cock, rubbing the few drops from the tip. She put those fingertips in her mouth and could taste him on her tongue, the smell of her scent when he kissed her mouth. She felt the wet heat of shame wash her and she arched her back, offering him her nipples. Her breathing was deeper and it was difficult to not demand that he fuck her.
The curtains opened before she realized, the lights dimmed and a spot illuminated her from overhead. She started to roll towards him and draw her legs up. He put her on her side and brought her hands behind her and put a soft rope loop around her wrists and secured it in one quick move, immediately slipping one over her ankles and securing them. She was on her side, her head near the edge of the table able to move only slightly. He drew her up a bit more arching her back and easily secured another soft tie. She realized her cunt and anus was exposed to the audience, her breasts were pushed out and her mouth easily accessible. It happened so quickly she caught her breath and felt her flow wet her thighs and smooth vinyl under her, she came and more tears flowed.
She felt terribly alone and empty in what seemed to be a long time without feeling him touch her. She moved against her ties and hoped he would put his hands on her, feel his breath again. The ache was maddening, and she struggled more and heard the audience's approval and delight. She felt hot and empty almost desperate for attention for the ache inside her. She opened her eyes and saw him there next to her stroking his cock. She could see him getting ready to issue the command; "mouth". Before he could say it, she opened her mouth and tilted her head back and felt a gush between her legs as he smiled at her, pleased. She struggled softly in her restraints, desperate to please him.
He fed her the tip of his cock where she could only reach it with her tongue. She strained and tried to get her lips around the head, but straining caused the bindings to pull her arms tighter behind her. She bucked her hips and felt the slippery vinyl beneath her. The head of his cock was dripping and she tried again. She relaxed, tilted her head back and opened her mouth as wide as possible, then was rewarded with him feeding it to her. She quickly kissed the tip and licked the fluid, savoring it and then took inch after inch until she had to breath. He held his cock there letting her relax her throat, she closed her eyes as she finally felt his balls against her chin. She sucked his cock sweetly and came hard, soaking her thighs, listening to his deep breathing and to the audience's approval.
Moving his cock slowly, letting her suck him more, she felt him take her hair from down her back and wrap it around his hand and began moving her head as she sucked. She looked up again and came when he smiled from his pleasure.
{Note: This is a previous story line, to be continued later, per request}
I went to this awesome COPE (Challenging Outdoor Personal Experience) program and I got to overcome my fear of heights.
I had fun in it, and I hope I'm better because of it. Whenever I was scared, I just remembered I was on a rope, and the people holding it wouldn't let me fall.
So whatever you do in life, always secure your belaying rope so you won't fall so hard.
Cheers guys!
Northcoast is a dee-jay. He received a request to play Ahab the Arab, Sheik of the Burning Sand. Northcoast usually just limits his songs to the years 1956 to 1960.
He believes that the requested song was from 1963 --- when he remembered it. So, he substituted a different song.
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