Sweet @ MindSay

Blessings! It's such a sugar and spice and everything nice ,smiling sun shiny day!Puppies, kitties and ooey gooey babies smelling like soft sweet powder and butterflies on my nose and toes!
I love you all and you love me ! We're just one great big family!
 Kisses, hugs and squeezie's too!I baked a pie just for you!
Lets all live in my make believe land ...where nothing is wrong or out of hand
We'll live in the sun shine and play each day, and run those off who've mean things to say!
We don't want to listen, it hurts our ears...it might make us sad or cry some tears!
So lets all pretend that all is well,though some folks say we're headed for hell
We're close our ears and shut our eyes and just ignore their pack of lies
And when some gay teenager commits suicide...from the pain they've made him feel inside
We'll just forget we chose not to stand...and live here in our make believe land!

Mommy Sara here, with the cutest sex picture I have ever seen! I think you will have to agree, now these two might not have as much fun as humans can but they win the cute vote by a landslide! Im not sure how happy Momma Bear is with the whole idea, but Papa bear seems Thrilled with the idea of inserting his plug in - in to Momma! I bet my abdl's will really enjoy this because it brings back a little of the innocence and sweetness of the first time!

 

She freshened herself, walked to the mirror and watched him as he turned down their bed, pick up the length of rope.  She slipped her robe off and watched his eyes as she approached.  She stood quietly for a moment, then caught herself and lowered herself quickly.   She knelt before him, her knees apart, her hands folded behind her... back slightly arched...   Her cunt was beginning to swell and presented for him, her nipples erect and her lips parted . . .   He pulled her hair away from her neck and attached a leash to her collar ... she tilted her head slightly as he fastened it at her throat and pulled until the slack was out of it...  She closed her eyes, and welcomed the addictive warmth she felt when she felt her freedom slipping away...

 

She was drifting . . . a moment slow to respond to his command and was surprised to feel the tug on her leash... as she stood, he sharply whipped the leather grip of the leash across her ass to jolt her senses and to introduce her of what was to come...  The slicing of the leather stung sharply and she took a quick breath ... three more hard strikes  ... one on top of the first to renew and deepen the sensation... then two more, just as hard across the back of her thighs ... the warmth spread, and she drifted a bit more. 

 

He reached and caressed her thighs, pet her slit. She reached down and pressed his hand firmly between her legs and bit her lip as he felt how warm she was.  He placed his hands on her hips and she turned, and felt him caress her ass, hoping he would take the interest she desired.  Turned away from him, she bent over their bed, and reached behind her to spread her cheeks, modestly, for him.  She moaned when he pressed the small of her back and she knew to stay in that position as he retrieved her restraints.   She raised her head and accepted her ringed collar and breathed deeply as he gripped her wrist firmly and fastened her cuffs, one then the other.  She whispered and he attached her leash and lay it along her spine, then tested it with a steady pull, drawing her head back.  He paused and stood in front of her, pulled the leash and she raised her head, opened her mouth and kissed the tip of his cock. 

 

He lay her leash again along her back and stepped away, returning with her cane, riding crop and a heavy flogger.  He laid them next to her head on the bed and she moaned fearfully for him, anticipating which he would use first.  She spread her feet further apart, exposing her ass more as he took the cane first.   She took a couple of breaths as he laid the cane across her cheeks and then touched her cunt with it.  He stroked the inside of her thighs with his fingertips and tapped the cane on the table.  It was hard for her to hold her hips still and he had not yet struck a blow.  She caught herself breathing deeper and faster.

 

She cried out, as the first blow of the cane landed across her ass.  Two hard quick hits, he fingered her cunt and when she whimpered he struck suddenly again three times across her cheeks.   She could feel where the welts would rise and as the pain seared, she caught her breath and tried to raise her hips as she felt the warm pressure . . . he opened her cunt with a large dildo and fucked her until she took its full length.  Two more hard sudden strikes with the cane and she arched her back and he pushed the dildo further.   Her ass was searing and she bit her lip as he spread her legs further. 

 

Her thighs were exposed more and she dwelt for a moment on the warmth of the blood flushing through her, the sizzle of the pain and pressed against the loving embrace of her restraints.  She turned her head to watch him, opened her thighs more and anticipated the stab of pleasure that would seduce her further.

 

She watched him quickly grab the leather crop and took a breath just as the first of four blows hit her hard.   The pain shot from her thighs to her cunt and she cried out and came when he struck four more. 

 

He withdrew the dildo and she felt empty.  She raised her hips and whimpered, feeling him push the slick wet dildo in her ass.  He pet her slit and then fingered her clit, whispering her praise and she whimpered in response.  Two more strikes with the crop to her thighs and she felt herself drifting on a warm flow of searing heat, the licking of flames. Her ass ached sweetly and she blushed as she pushed her ass out towards the strikes.  He pulled on the leash and she obediently raised her head and tried to spread herself more.  She held herself up keeping tension on the thin chain attached to her collar.  She strained against her cuffs and felt the sweet reassuring trap hold her firmly.  As she strained, he reached for the flogger and she whispered again.  A second later the flogger struck her welts and she twisted her hips, unable to hold still and unable to rise further.  The flogger struck heavily across her ass, her thighs and fanned the coals of pain . . . two strikes to her cunt caused her to moan and cry out, the third and fourth caused her to cum and collapse.  Two more were French kisses that took her breath.

 

There was a short pause and she breathed easily and winced as he caressed her. The razor sharp edge of sensitivity was delicious and she became restless as the pain subsided.  He released the tension on her leash and she lowered her head slowly and offered her mouth, if it was his pleasure.  He kissed her thighs, her cunt and unfastened her cuffs. He turned her hips and she rolled on her back and raised her feet to the edge of the table and spread widely.  He fastened her wrists to her ankles and pushed firmly on the dildo in her ass. She whimpered in response and bit her lip as the pressure on the welts began to ache and pulse.  He laid her leash aside and ran his palms over her nipples and she raised to his touch. Quickly, he attached clamps to one nipple then the other, tightening them until she raised herself against the pressure and slowly relaxed.   He struck her sore thighs again and she bucked her hips and twisted herself as the sweet soreness spread from her cunt to her breasts.

 

 

He pressed firmly on the dildo and fingered her clit until she dripped. She came suddenly, feeling it rise from under the heat and soreness running through her.  Her clit ached and the soreness was making it harder for her to hold still at any touch.  As he released the pressure on her clit, he used the flogger to fan the flames of the aching pain, with the last four hard strikes hitting her swollen cunt.  She raised up and cried out and spread her legs again.   Watching him, she braced herself as she saw him raise the flogger . . . she looked at her cunt as he struck it three times more . . . connecting the visual blows with the surges going directly to her clit and deep into her.  She lay back, sweaty and breathless and waited for more . . . after a pause she strained against her cuffs and tried to struggle. A sweet hostage. 

 

He pulled at her leash and she turned her head immediately, taking his cock into her mouth as he pressured the clamps on her nipples.   She sucked harder, running her tongue over him, feeling him in her throat as she twisted against the clamps.   She tasted sweet pre cum and swallowed, hoping to encourage him to cum.   She sucked him hard and gasped as he withdrew his cock.  She raised her hips, anticipating  . . . he worked the dildo in her ass, removed it and she blushed as he described how open her ass was as he looked between her legs.  She felt the sweet pressure return as he pushed his cock into her ass.  The dildo had been slighter, and the thickness of his cock felt sweetly sinful as she felt his cock stretching her further.  Another push and he was fully inside her and making long slow strokes in her ass, little circles with his thumb on her clit as his fingers opened her cunt.   She could taste him in her mouth, her nipples were throbbing but numb and her ass was so sweetly sore that any touch was delicious agony.  

 

He fucked her ass for a long time, pushing against her thighs to brace himself. She ached and breathed deep on the hardest thrusts and wanted him to fuck her ass as hard as he wanted.   She closed her eyes, enjoying the fuck, being exposed and used . . . and suddenly gasped and cried out as the crop struck her clit hard.   He fucked her quickly and struck her clit three more times until she pushed hard and shivered.   He pushed hard and she felt him gush deep in her ass . . . suddenly again, she twisted hard and cried out as he released one clamp on her nipple and the pain shot through her, feeling it was connected to her pussy.   He came and held his cock deep inside her and released the other nipple and she twisted and shuddered, over and over . . .

 

He withdrew his cock and ran his hand over her hips, her breasts.  She whimpered when he smeared her tummy with his warm wet fingers.   He continued to make her squirm and whimper, fingering her cunt and ass.   He unfastened her ankles and she smiled when he reattached her wrists together  and connected them to her leash.  He would keep her confined and bound for as long as he wished.  Well fucked, the fragrance of sex on her skin, he pulled her close and she stretched out her full length against him with his wet cock on her tummy.   She turned her face, offering her kiss, her mouth . . . she whimpered  . . . offered anything

 

 

I saw a fae once upon a full moon -

she whispered in a hush so sweet ...

" The coldness of winter is coming soon!"

 And I saw the flocks of birds retreat.

 

I asked of her if she'd be alright ,

with the northern winds begun to blow.

In a mushroom warm she'd stay at night,

she showed me so I'd then know.

 

I was saddened to think of the loss of magic,

much so it truly was tragic,

but I then suddenly was whisked away.

She'd felt so sorry for a mere mortal

she created a portal;

so that as a fae myself, I could stay.

 

I am of them now, and paradise is real.

In your garden, home, and bed -

If a vision of magick you wish to steal,

close your eyes and rest your head.

As you drift off, imagine the smallest wings;

a tiny form - exotic,with wide, loving eyes.

Let the scent of cookies, other sweet things

fill your head like stained glass butterflies.

 

The mushroom where she took me , it still stands.

If you come as a child you'll see.

Hold your heart and hopes open in your hands,

and a fairy you soon shall be!

 

As angels we sing,

upon bunnies we ride.

Gathered in a ring,

playing by the fireside.

We love milk,and sweet bread,

The lambs hide us well ;

If you wish a story read ,

Tree elders shall spin you a tale.

To sleep now, hasten,

close your eyes-

and relax your weary self

you'll lie peaceful beneath the faery skies,

And just may awaken as an elf!

 

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(C) LHK 2009

 

May a glimmer of magic find it's way

to you , my friends, upon this day -

Many hugs from the south,

Lilli H.K.  :)

Oh, sweet rejection.  How the pain stings.  How the paper cuts leave small but deep wounds that burn when I pour alcohol on them so they don't get infected.  

Ladies and gentlemen, I have received my first rejection notice.

Actually, my first three.  Apparently when agents don’t like you, they act fast.

Observe Exhibit A:


At least this is nice and polite.  I mean, they do wish me the best of luck with my work.  Although they also explain that based on the current market, no publisher would possibly want my book.  So, in other words, they tell me to give up because no one is going to buy my book.  But hey, at least they admit to being afraid to give me this news, which just proves how very intimidating I am.

But here’s my question, if the volume of queries they receive obliges them to respond in a form letter, how were they able to get it out to me so fast?


Oh well, at least I have this one to make me feel better:


These wonderful people don’t even know whom they are rejecting.  I’m pretty sure my name is Matt, not Tony, although I guess I could be wrong.  I’ve only been living with the same name for more than twenty years.

And I love the fact that they just crossed off “author,” not even trying to make it seem like it was a personal letter.  And meanwhile, they rejected me, no relationship is going to be formed, so they didn't need to be personal in the first place.  But if you are going to be personal, don’t cross off “author” so that we see it was a form letter, and don’t replace the crossed off "author" with the wrong name.

Despite that minor (okay, major) screw up, however, these people are very nice about their rejecting.  They claim to have really appreciated the opportunity to review my work, and they assure me that it was definitely read and thoroughly evaluated.  Not thoroughly enough to know what my name is, but whatever, there’s different definitions of thorough.

And finally, they left me with a little optimism.  As opposed to saying, “No agent would want this damn book in a time like this, moron,” as the first agency did, these people say, “This is a subjective business and another agency may feel quite differently.”  Hey, you’re right!  Maybe someone else would be interested.  Thank you for supplying me with some semblance of hope.


And finally, we have this gal:


Wow, wordy enough?  No wonder you’ve had an impossible time trying to keep up with your correspondence, you don’t stop talking…or writing.  Plus, save your troubles for your shrink, girlfriend.  I don't need to know how stressful your job is and how hard of a time you're having trying to keep up with everything.  I can't believe how many submissions you've recently recently as well.  I also can't believe you're making me read through this crap just to get to the backhanded way that you reject me. 

But to be fair, she was really nice about it.  She knew my book wasn’t for her and she didn’t want me to wait around to hear that bad news. She got it out as soon as she could, which was incredibly soon.  So I like this girl, even if she rejected me.  Although she does kind of subliminally reference that she doesn't think my book can sell, which hurts.  But still, I like her.  Good luck, Sheree.  Good luck with all your troubles.




I don’t mean to make light of the situation or sound too bitter.  I expected to get rejected.  I am just showing you these now to increase the drama of this blog, which is becoming more and more like Breaking Bonaduce every week.  Just wait until next week when my wife leaves me [Note to self: Get married and then make your new bride hate her life before next week's post]. 

But besides adding to the real-life drama of this little reality show blog that could, these horribly painful rejection letters are a great segue into a discussion about dialogue.  All three agents had a different way of writing, which is most likely based on their different ways of speaking.

So too should a writer have a unique interpretation of dialogue, which may be based on his or her personality or how that author sees the world.  

Dialogue is often cited as the hardest part of writing a book.  I feel bad for screenwriters, since they’re entire project is dialogue.

But dialogue is so important.  Sure, Charlie Chaplin never had dialogue.  And The New World is sparser with dialogue than a desert with water.  But Charlie Chaplin made silent films, and The New Worlds sucks.  The fact is, dialogue is vital to a good book.  It can really enhance or ruin a story. 

A friend of my parents has had a few books published by a really small company, and everyone who has read them has said the same thing: “The books are really good, but every time someone speaks the story just dies.  It’s so hard to get through the dialogue.”

I think one of the major problems is that people write dialogue too stilted.  In real life, no one says, “We are out of milk,” or “I am going to the store.”  That’s just not how people speak.  Therefore, that's not how dialogue should be written.

Some authors don’t like using conjunctions in their books, but you have to consider them when writing dialogue.  “I am going to the store,” should be “I’m going to the store,” or even, “I’m goin’ to the store.”  You could also try, “I’ll be at the store.”  Either way, write it as someone would speak it.

The key is to speak it aloud.  Have a friend of yours read a scene with you, as if two actors reading lines, and see if the wording works.  When you get to:

”Hey, we are out of milk.”  
“Well then take a trip to the store.”

You will realize that it doesn’t sound right.  Your prose might move along at a quick pace or have an eloquent flow, but as soon as a reader hits dialogue like that, the faucet will shut off and the steady flow will cease.  Stilted dialogue actually makes the reader stop to reread the words in order to absorb the whole thing.  It shouldn't be like that.  It should zip right through.  I'm a big fan of fast, zippy, witty dialogue that just keeps moving, maybe even quickening the pace of the prose instead of slowing it down. 

And hey, I don't want this post to slow down because I rambled on for too long, and I don't want to pull a Sheree, so I'll stop here.  But this topic is too broad to end at this point, especially since I didn’t go into very good detail, so I’ll be back next week to discuss using adverbs in dialogue (i.e. “He said angrily”) as well as coming up with other adjectives for “said,” and how you shouldn’t even need to write “said” in the first place.

Meanwhile, why don’t you tell me some of your favorite bits of dialogue from books, movies, TV shows, or plays?  And there better not be any Danny Bonaduce quoting.