Monday, March 8, 2010

Shhhhh

Bind her up,

Tie her down.

Take away her freedom.

Take away her choice.

Rip away her shield,

Leave her unprotected.

Ignore her cries for help

Ignore her pleas to stop.

Break her heart,

Break her trust.

She’ll never look at you the same now.

She’ll never love you like she could of,

You’ve broken something special

That can never be repaired.

Strip away her feelings

And indulge her in your want.

“shhhh” you coo as you muffle her cries

wiping away the tears

you taste them on your tongue.

This doesn’t stop the feelings from build own below.

She struggles

She cries

She begs you to stop.

The tears flow freely,

Bringing a smile into your eyes.

You are in control,

She is under you command

She is yours.

This is what you do to you property.

You act upon your want,

You act upon your desire.

You scar her for life

As you take what is yours.

Her smile

Her laugh,

The love in her eyes,

Her innocence,

Is yours.

You will never see her smile again,

Hear true laughs escape her lips,

Or see the love shining in her eyes

As she says she loves you.

You have spoilt her wedding day,

With a blush upon her face,

She may never get married now,

Or trust another male.

This all because of you,

And your actions here tonight.

The gleam of love was once in your eyes,

Has disappeared.

All that’s left is lust and want,

And anger in your eyes.

“please” she begs, her voice breaking,

tears running from her eyes.

“no” she whispers wanting to be free.

“shhhhhh” you coo again, as you look within her eyes.

She is scared,

She is broken,

She is yours.

With a final smirk you whisper to her

“this will only hurt for a moment”

You rip her to shreds,

You take away her pride and joy,

You steal her innocents.

You hear her scream but do not stop

This is your pleasure now.

You feel the blood upon you now

As you bleed her dry,

But take it as another sign.

That her screams are not of pain

Or of a broken heart.

Her screams encourage you,

Faster,

Hard,

Deeper,

Longer,

More.

You only see the pleasure,

You cannot see the pain you inflict,

Upon the girl you love.

Your indulge in all your wants,

And become one of instinct.

Again and again,

You scar her,

As you enter this deed again,

Taking all the pleasure you can,

And leaving her screaming on the bed.

Minutes crawl by for her,

Seeming like hours and days,

But for you it’s not long enough,

Only seconds for this it seems.

Sooner then you thought it would,

You finish with a smile.

Panting hard and breathing fast,

You lay down next to her.

Wrap your arms around her waist

and pull her closer still.

You can feel her body shake,

As she sobs from joy.

Is it joy that she is sobbing from,

Or the fact you stole her joy?

Still you hold her close,

And start to fall asleep.

She is trapped within your arms

As you whisper your goodnight.

“shhhhh my love” you mutter, as you fall asleep,

“I’ve finally shown you how I love you”

and with that the world escapes.

That night you’ll dream of your actions,

And of your darkest deeds.

But her pain with be replaces with pleasure,

And her screams replaced with moans.

And when she told you she hates you,

Will be replaced with

“I love you”

when you awaken the next day,

and find her still besides you,

you’ll do it all again to her,

in a hopes she’ll one day love it.

the poor young woman, lying in your arms.

She dead inside you know?

No one else will see it,

No one else will know.

But you won’t see it either,

As you take her once again.

You will only see your joy

As it finally comes to the end.

One day you’ll arrive

And try to find her face

But she’ll have disappeared

Never to appear again.

She has become strong enough

And tricked you to believe

That she loves you,

That you can trust her,

But now she’s run away.

So now you’re all alone

Because of your mistake

You’ve lost the one you love.

Will you try and get her back,

And make her run some more.

Will you move on and try to scar another?

Do you know  in years to come you’ll see her on the street.

She will be laughing and smiling

And being with her friends.

Her eyes will shine with a light,

That you once took away.

She laugh will ring like true tone bells

Not the broken ones you made.

She will be close to friends,

And truly having fun.

Something you haven’t seen

For before you stole it away.

Those scars will still be there,

Hidden deep inside

But she will no longer be afraid,

That she will not be loved.

She will finally be free

From what you did to her.

How will this make you feel?

Will you be happy, that you have seen her once again

Will you be angry, that she ran away back then.

Will you be filled, with the desire you once had,

Or will you simply walk away, and forget about what you did see?

But when you lay asleep at night,

Her face will haunt your mind.

No longer will your dreams be filled,

With her eyes crying as she screams.

Tonight you’ll see the smiling girl,

That you once did love.

Tonight within your dreams,

You still see her laugh,

And smile up at you,

But now you know,

That was very true.

You have seen her smile,

That was true to the heart,

Do you know now,

That you broke it apart?

Will you leave her be,

And let her grow,

And one day she be,

And have someone to show.

All the scars,

She hide away,

All the lies,

She told you that day.

She will tell,

Her love that’s true,

And from then on,

Forget about you.

Shhhhhh

Its over,

Shhhhh!

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The Sex War by Kathy Lette

As I have a new little tome winging it’way to the book shelves, ” Men A User’s Guide”,  I’m in the mood to muse on the sex war.

 God, apparently as a prank, devised two sexes and called them “opposite.”

The sex war has raged since for 5,000 years. But it’s time we called a truce… starting with men negotiating their terms of surrender.

Why do men like intelligent women? Because opposites attract. Just look at the evidence. What excites men? Food, footy and the Playboy channel. The trouble is, women get all excited about nothing… and then we marry him.

Over half of all marriages today end in divorce, (and let’s face it, more ought to!) and the majority of these divorces are initiated by women.

(Obviously many marriages break up for religious reasons – he thinks he’s a God and well, she just doesn’t.) Marriage statistics are currently lower than Britney Spears’s bikini line.

And as we now know that marriage suits men much better than it suits women, (married men live longer than single men, have less heart disease and mental problems, whereas single women live longer than married women and have less heart disease and mental problems), I suspect that it’s women who are getting PMT. – Pre Monogamy Tension.

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Friday, March 5, 2010

Classy bird

I miss hickies like I miss coming home from school eating a mars bar (not worrying about the extra layer of fat that would indefinitely reside under my chin) and turning on pinky and the brain. Im going out tonight I shall make it my mission to return home with a man in my bag and a hickie upon my neck.

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I love you....

 

Everyday that passes it seems like my mind is more and more at ease. Even though it always seems like I have a huge monkey on my back and I will have it on my back for a long time, maybe even for life. It is always good to hear my wife say she loves me. I never new how that would feel, to me early on in our marriage it was annoying, and it felt like just another I love you rant. Now it feels special, it feels deep, those simple words mean so much to me. I have a new born son, oh my, he is my life, this boy means so much to me. I think of the stupid incident of wanting to hurt myself over and over, then I think about this innocent boy who would not have a father right now, if I would have left this world. I beat myself down over and over, I look at the scar on my arm almost daily, every time I look at it I shake my head, like I tell myself over and over I am so stupid. I think about the time when I was in the hospital basically locked up, hearing people scream at night being put in a straight jacket, I remember when they took someone out in a straight jacket, I thought I would never been in a place like this. What was I thinking, I remember that day like yesterday, I was so scared, I was so ashamed, I was so hurt, I was so sick of my life, I was so much into just wanting to die. I hated my life. I hated that I had no control, God only new my self. He only new how much I could not stand my life. I wanted to be a great husband, not this animal that just ruined my wife, my life, my son, my family, my job, her family, her friends, my friends, it was all crashing down.

Again I think of what my wife said to me, I LOVE YOU, she has no idea what that means to me. Often I think I am worthless, but those words mean so much to me, I know my struggle is often more worth it then what anybody else could image, yet it is still hard to escape what I have done. My new life as I put it is so much better, no more lies, no more hiding, it feels complete. I feel like everyday I am accomplishing something new. I love my wife, she is the best person any man could dream of, she did not give up on me and I know she LOVES ME!

 

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Thursday, March 4, 2010

Everything You Ever Wanted To Know About Sexy Time (But Were Afraid To Ask)

Opinion may be split on whether the G-Spot actually exists.  But thanks to koldcast.tv (and a bunch of other people), we still have plenty of freaky sexual statistics to keep us entertained.  ’Cos the only thing more interesting than a bunch of statistics is a bunch of statistics relating to your nether regions!

First up faking it.  According to research, 67% of women do it.  Yeah, yeah – so what, you say?  We’ve all had a couple of rolls in the sack less fulfilling than a Ginster’s pastie.  But how about the shocking fact that, in a survey of 1000 people, 70.8% of women could correctly identify the location of the clitoris on a map of the vulva, compared to 75.2% of men.

What the hell, ladies?!  Men are beating us with own privates! (not literally, thank god.)

Time to get that hand mirror out…

Thanks Geekologie!

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Wednesday, March 3, 2010

4 Secrets of amazing sex

1. SEDUCTION: Thinking about what turns you on will revive the sexy feelings and the passion. Seduce your own mind and then seduce your partner using Secret 2

2. SENSATIONS: Tune in to your erotic six senses. Use eye contact, deliberate touches: smell and taste each other; tease each other, let the electricity between you build.

3. SURRENDER: Amazing sex begins in the mind. Follow the first two secrets, and you will feel relaxed enough to let the feelings overtake you and enjoy your sexual experience.

4. REFLECTION: An enjoyable wexual experience will make you go back for more, and this will feed right back to Secret 1. Reflection also opens the door to communication, if you want to suggest a change or new idea to your partner

SOURCE:Tanalee Smith.Nature&Health

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Monday, March 1, 2010

Bisexual genetics

I do believe there is such a thing as a sexual ‘tendancy’, because sexual ‘preference’ sounds too much as if you can make a man stop being gay – and even though I would love it if 100% of the population is really bisexual, from my observations I know this isn’t so – apart from that: to say that everyone is bisexual actually insults the bisexuals, because it’s simply another lousy way people made up in order to not having to necassarily talk about bisexuality and quickly wave it away as some form of neutral or default and uninteresting sexuality.

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