Stormy Thoughts Blog by SoulStorm
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created on 09/17/2006  |
I couldn't sleep, and I had this running through my head, so I got up to see if it'd let me sleep after I typed it out.... Head spinning, thoughts racing, Body restless, hands moving. Emotions surging, churning. Soul feels lost, fights the urge To jump up, stomp feet, Cry loudly, throw things… For what purpose…. To get what’s needed. To end distance, To restart what wasn’t begun, To relight the spark That was lost before it lived. Eyes tear, deep blue pools Full of longing, yearning, Reaching out…. For what… For the promises made. The promises no longer shining With hope of being kept. What’s left…. Heartache, yes… Pain… yes… despair… not yet. Hope… yes, still a little… Trickling a touch of light Into the shadows, showing… What…. Showing love, Showing tiny seeds of hope Ready to bloom With the deepest of voices Calling, commanding, Pushing to be obeyed. Waiting… wanting… Longing… yearning… A garden drying in the hot sun No water in sight… A time for clouds and rain. Reaching… Greeted by sunny skies When rain is what's needed. Soft sighs in the shadows…. Whispered prayers, damp cheeks… Craving the rain of Dominance On the garden of submission So that it may thrive….
Go see the movie "Eragon". If you love Dragons, and almost everyone does, you'll LOVE this movie!!! It was one of the best movies ever, ranks right up there with the "Lord of the Rings" Trilogy.... In my opinion, anyway. Why are you still here??? Go watch the movie!!! *winks* (BTW: My love life still rox, things are going very well.... )
He's been here a week now... Things seem really good. There are some issues to work on, but they're workable, and He's patient. Which are good things, when you think about it....
SomeOne I've met through the Cherry is moving to Georgia from Texas to be with me next Friday. That's a week from today. He is my Master, and I am His from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. If you'll wander through my photo comments, you'll figure out who it is.... Thank you, CherryTap/LostCherry.... Without this site, I'm not sure how we would have met. I'm finally healing from my back going out and the sinus infection I came home from my family's with, so I should be sending love to my friends again soon with random comments. *Smiles* Y'all have a great day!
A Different Christmas Poem The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight. My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, My daughter beside me, angelic in rest. Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white, Transforming the yard to a winter delight. The sparkling lights in the tree I believe, Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve. My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep. In perfect contentment, or so it would seem, So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream. The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near, But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear. Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow. My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear, And I crept to the door just to see who was near. Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night, A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight. A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old, Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold. Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled, Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child. "What are you doing?" I asked without fear, "Come in this moment, it's freezing out here! Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve, You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!" For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift, Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts.. To the window that danced with a warm fire's light Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right, I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night." "It's my duty to stand at the front of the line, That separates you from the darkest of times. No one had to ask or beg or implore me, I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me. My Gramps died at ' Pearl on a day in December," Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers." My dad stood his watch in the jungles of ' Nam ', And now it is my turn and so, here I am. I've not seen my own son in more than a while, But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile. Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag, The red, white, and blue... an American flag. I can live through the cold and the being alone, Away from my family, my house and my home. I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet, I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat. I can carry the weight of killing another, Or lay down my life with my sister and brother.. Who stand at the front against any and all, To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall." "So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright, Your family is waiting and I'll be all right." "But isn't there something I can do, at the least, "Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast? It seems all too little for all that you've done, For being away from your wife and your son." Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret, "Just tell us you love us, and never forget. To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone, To stand your own watch, no matter how long. For when we come home, either standing or dead, To know you remember we fought and we bled. Is payment enough, and with that we will trust, That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."

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I wrote this for someOne very special to me. I hope He enjoys it. *Smiles softly* I wait for You, rushing to kneel beside Your chair as I hear Your car in the driveway. I watch the door, dark red hair cascading down straight back, head held high, hands palms up on slightly parted thighs, wearing only a silver collar with a silver engraved padlock, silver leash laying in my hands. Deep blue eyes sparkle with emotion as Your key hits the lock, small smile starting to tease the corners of full pink lips. The face turns up expectantly as You walk in the door, looking to my place, smiling softly at seeing me as I’ve been instructed to be. You step out of Your shoes, then Your shirt slides off Your shoulders, pants following in a trail from the door to stand in front of me. You reach Your hand out, I lay the leash across Your palm, head falling back to expose the collar. You attach the leash to the collar, lean down to gently kiss my forehead, my deep blue eyes closing slowly. As You stand again, Your need reaching out to me, You pull the leash, my body leaning closer toward You. In the deep commanding voice You know melts me, You whisper softly “Use My beautiful mouth to suck it, My slave.” I shiver slightly as You pull me even closer to Your need with the leash, swollen tip pressing against pink lips as they open to receive You. Soft damp tongue reaches out, swirling around the tip, silver piercing sliding around the sensitive ridge. You whisper softly again “You may use Your hands.” My hands slowly slide up Your legs, moving to brace myself, mouth moving along Your length, tongue pressing against the delicate skin. Pretty manicured nails brush over the skin at the base, wrinkles tightening at the gentle touch. My other hand wraps around the length of You, holding You steady as my mouth works on the sensitive tip. Soft tongue moves over the skin, lips wrapping around the ridge as I suck… lightly at first, increasing the pressure as my tongue swirls around. With the other hand, I slide my nails up and down Your inner thighs, feeling the muscles tremble. Deep blue eyes open up to glance up at You shyly, the emotion in Your eyes feeding the desire building at my center. You move slowly to Your chair, holding the silver leash tightly to You as I crawl to follow You on my knees and one hand, the other hand still holding gently onto Your hard length. As You sit down, I settle between Your feet, arms resting along Your thighs, Your knees spreading to let me slide closer. Your free hand slides up one of my arms, nails gently raking the pale skin, sliding up the nape of my neck to the back of my head. Making a loose fist, You direct the movements of my mouth, speeding up a bit as Your length starts to swell. As Your muscles start to tense, I suck a bit harder, hand gently gripping the tightening wrinkled skin. My hand moves, letting my mouth slide further down, tongue still swirling gently over the tip as it pushes against my throat, Your essence filling my mouth as I swallow with every burst. Your explosion finishes, Your length still contracting, still hard in my mouth. I suck You a bit longer, until You pull the leash back, fingers loosening to slide through dark red hair. Looking into my eyes, You smile, then whisper in a soft growl “I’m not finished with You yet, My girl….” Deep blue eyes fill with anticipation, impish smile sliding across pink lips as I whisper back “I never thought You were, Master.”
You slap my ass gently with a soft, deep chuckle, pointing me to our bedroom. You hold the leash in Your hand as I crawl across the floor a little ahead of You, soft hips swaying with each movement. “Stand up… I want My hands wrapped around that support on the end of the bed, My feet spread widely apart.” I glance at You as I move to do what I’ve been instructed, smiling in response to Your smile as a shiver slides through me. I can feel my center start to get wetter, knowing You’ve been planning things to do to me all day while You were at work. I place soft hands on the support that goes between both end posts to the huge handmade bed, silky wood a bit cool against my heated palms. I watch You reach up and tie each wrist to the support as You brush gentle kisses along heated skin, Your body pressed against my back, Your need pushing a bit against my ass. You kneel down, attaching my ankles to the little poles that slide out from under the bed, keeping my feet spread widely apart, cool air blowing gently over warm dampness. I hear You moving around behind me, opening up the cabinet You made to hold the toys You use on me. I feel the cool leather strands of Your favorite flogger trailing over my back, sending goosebumps racing along my skin as I shiver slightly. Deep blue eyes close slowly, anticipation building as I feel nothing for a few seconds. I hear the sound of the flogger as it slices through the air, tensing a bit just before it hits my back. I jump a bit, biting back a slight whimper as I hear it again, the strands stinging a bit as they brush over the skin on my back. Again and again, I hear the flogger slice through the air before hitting a different part of my back each time, occasionally hitting my ass a bit more firmly, making me jump a bit harder. Soft whimpers and moans escape as I bite down hard on lower lip, making it swell a bit with the pressure. You stop for a second to check on me, asking if I’m ok. You lean around me to kiss my cheek, notice my lip and slap my ass with Your hand. “You know better. You are not to cause any harm to any part of *My* body, and that includes My lips.” Deep blue eyes tear up a bit as I nod slightly and whisper “Yes, Master. I’m sorry.” You turn my head a bit, placing a soft kiss on the swollen lip, giving me the chance to regain a bit of control. My shaky breathing smoothes out as You move to get something else from the cabinet. I shiver a bit as my heated skin starts to cool. Your fingertips run gently over the skin on my back, nails ever so slightly raking over me. Goosebumps follow Your fingers in a trail. I feel something else start to move over me. A look of extreme curiosity covers my face at the new sensation for a few seconds, deep blue eyes widening as comprehension dawns on me. The tiny pricks moving over my skin send a burst of excitement shooting through me, ending with the moisture forming at my center. I feel it cooling some as it starts to slide down my inner thighs as You move the wheel over every inch of skin. My moans and whimpers fill the air around us, my body squirming the little that it can while attached to the end of the bed. Using the handle, You slide the wheel over the damp skin, making me jump and cry out softly as it slides across that most sensitive of places, Your hand getting drenched as it moves over me. My hips move slightly, trying to press closer to Your hand as I whimper louder. You chuckle softly, whispering to me “My girl wants something pretty badly, doesn’t she?” I whisper back “Yes, Master…. I do.” You respond with a soft “Not yet, My girl… I’m not ready to let you go.” I sigh softly, the need I feel making my entire body feel like it’s burning up from the inside out. I whimper, sounding a bit like I’m pouting. You chuckle again, and tell me to be patient as You move around in front of the cabinet behind me.

So.... This friend I'm talking to on yahoo that I met on LostCherry sent me this song... It's called "Bilingual" by Jose Nunez. These are the words... I've had it on repeat for hours now. Goddess, it's an erotic song! ~~Bilingual~~ The only aphrodisiac I need is your voice Hearing you speak my name Beckoning me to answer Telling me you want me So I tell you that you're the answer to every question I've ever had about love Without words I use my tongue to tell the tale of us Tracing your shadowscape Kneeling before you my eyes feast upon your masculinity and All its divinity and I praise you Because all of that is for me I begin to indulge myself of your delicacies Digesting semi-sweet dark chocolate decadence as it melts Dripping down my chin Your taste is something Godiva couldn't re-create Needing every atom of your anatomy Necessity is placed upon me knowing you are the source of my serendipity Dipping in and out of me stroking more than my consciesness Subconsciously I find myself rewinding our love scenes In my daydreams Seeing that face you make when you're making me cum And it makes me want you right there and then Thinking of you in inappropriate places I get Tingling sensations in private locations where I wish to be caught between a rock and your hard place As wetness develops my legs begin to open and my spot turns to a backdraft and all I want you to do is extinguish it You know my body like the back of your hands And touch me and send me into ecstacy My thighs quiver in anticipation of deep penetration which gets me high Body rising Sweating Panting Make-up melting Pulling my hair and Scratching my back I get a temporary case of tourettes because all I can say are four letter words in a four octave-range screaming your name (Something in Spanish) You fucking me makes me bilingual You fucking me makes me bilingual You fucking me makes me bilingual You fucking me makes me bilingual You fucking me makes me bilingual I see your tongue pink between your lips and I want it between mine And I struggle As you lick torturing me I try to get away but Not really Running out of room begging for more up against the wall that has been scuffed by my stilletos Again You pry apart my thighs and tell me to be still And I willingly submit to you because I love the way you dominate me Demanding that I cum for you so I do as I'm told You've molded me so I'm good to no-one else but you You've conquered this once orgasmicless world and multiplied it Again and Again My face radiates with after-glow My pillow scented by you A fragrance which haunts me My room smells of the best sex I Covered in body prints and finger prints and you above me Your name written indelibly upon my body in your genetic history You fucking me makes me bilingual You fucking me makes me bilingual You fucking me makes me bilingual You fucking me makes me bilingual You fucking me makes me bilingual You fucking me makes me bilingual You fucking me makes me bilingual You fucking me makes me bilingual You fucking me makes me bilingual

Thoughts drift through my mind, And have been all day. Thoughts of You, and how Your skin Will feel against mine in person. Thoughts of the first time I feel The weight of You on top of me. Thoughts of how it will be to feel Your possession of me, physically, From the top of my head to the tips of my toes. Thoughts of Your hands roaming, Teasing, pleasing, building the heat That leads to the first time You claim me With Your Maleness sliding deeply Into the center of my femininity. The soft delicate skin pushing against Warm wet walls, opening to You, Accepting You, welcoming You, Your possession, Your love, Making me totally and completely Yours. Finally. (I can't wait, either!)
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