Wednesday, 31 August 2016

TMI September

Do you remember those September days, full of information you don't really want to know? TMI September month. In September I will finish all these lines:

September

1 The best part of fall
2 Where I want to be
3 How does content look like
4 Something I want to try
5 This week successes
6 My first memory of one friend
7 Advice to ignore
8 What encourages me?
9 How do I encourage others?
10 Something to share
11 A time I made a good choice
12 My favourite meal
13 An important truth
14 The thing that gives me hope
15 The last library I viisited
16 A minor roadblock in my life
17 One thing to do today
18 What am I waiting for?
19 What really matters
20 A way to relax
21 A celebration
22 One thing not to worry about 
23 Three good thoughts
24 The best part of a rainy day
25 A simple pleasure
26 What have I learned today? 
27 The best restaurant in my town
28 One thing I wish I could do
29 My best quality
30 One thing I say I think, but really don't

The links will only work at the sceduled dates of course. I had to work ahead because I will go on vacation on 10th of September and we have booked a small cottage without Wifi.
I know.
The ultimate vacation feeling. No Wifi.
Yee!!

Well I do feel like going away for a few days, that must be said, so I'm sure Wanita and I will have a wonderful time.
I hope you enjoy my way too much information... All posts are labeled "personal life".
So if you want to read the sordid details, it's all there waiting for you!


See me, feel me, touch me



Holding her, in the corner with her head against the wall. My Wanita's has done it countless times. On her knees, nude, with her forehead against the wall. Waiting for what is to come. Dreaming about what is to come. Fantasies about what would come next.


The Who - See Me, Feel Me

See Me
Feel Me
Touch Me
Heal Me
See Me
Feel Me
Touch Me
Heal Me
Listening to you, I get the music
Gazing at you, I get the heat
Following you, I climb the mountain
I get excitement at your feet
Right behind you, I see the millions
On you, I see the glory
From you, I get opinion
From you, I get the story
Listening to you, I get the music
Gazing at you, I get the heat
Following you, I climb the mountain
I get excitement at your feet
Right behind you, I see the millions
On you, I see the glory
From you, I get opinion
From you, I get the story

Tuesday, 30 August 2016

Tray

It really is one of my all time fantasies. My Wanita holding a tray without using her hands. There are many variations on this theme and I will show you a few of my favourites. The first one is so clever and sexy. The design is really made for the transport of a glass without spoiling all of it on the way. It requires small steps...



This is the next one, with the collar holding the weight. Two wine glasses maximum I would thing not to put too much strain on the neck. The ball gag makes the picture quite exotic.


Beneath the same construction as the first one, different girl, different angle. We never played the tray thing, but it makes my mouth water. Still, one can dream, and maybe one day?



Sunday, 28 August 2016

Training




We did hand signals for a while, but than it ended into nothing, like in life sometimes happens. Good plans, good start and than nothing. I did not have this very illustrative guide, so I will give it a new try. Training season is open!


Saturday, 27 August 2016

On my lap - pleasure


A very different pose. We can argue about if she is on his lap. If you can feel the erection is my definition you are on my lap. Skin to clothes. And she feels it alright. She is serving him in every way possible. She got his drink. She got his cigar. And she is holding it so he just can concentrate on her. Holding his book. Would he read? I don't believe a word of it. He is just feeling her breasts against him. And the pleasure that brings.

Friday, 26 August 2016

On his lap - curled


Curled up on his lap. Fully nude. Needing his touch. Needs to know that he will not let her fall. Not ever. Wanting to be close.

Closer.

Thursday, 25 August 2016

On his lap - love


This picture is even more interesting than the picture earlier this week. The same pose, but stronger. Her face shows her emotions. She is feeling his hand on her head. Every finger, the pressure, the weight, she as aware of him. Her collar shows she is his. But without the collar we only have to look at her to know she is his.

In some books authors wonder if what is in it for the Dominant if he is doing all within the limits of the submissive. He is supposed to be an instrument performing all the submissive wants to feel or experience. If you look at this picture you understand what's in it for the Dominant. If a woman put her head on your lap like that.

Wednesday, 24 August 2016

On his lap - pleasure or pain?






This is a classic pose. The woman is waiting in a very open pose. A pose where she is helpless. For punishment? No, she can get away any minute she wants to. For pleasure? Perhaps, she will enjoy the warm feeling on her buttocks and thighs. For love? I like to think so.

Tuesday, 23 August 2016

On his lap - affection

To have a girl on your lap can be a wonderful exciting experience. This week a few different poses of a woman on a man's lap. Each with different emotions, different feelings.


We start with love. That special bond between the one without clothes with the fully clothed. The one that is holding her hand obedient on her back and the one that cherishes her adherence. What more trust is there than to lay your head on his lap, so he can softly, lovingly can stroke your hair?

Monday, 22 August 2016

Virtruvian male and Virtruvian bound female

What made this picture by Leonardo da Vinci inspired by Vitruvius world famous? Because in 1490 - give or take a few years - Da Vinci showed the proportions of a man for the first time so distinct.
Vitruvius found out that:

For the human body is so designed by nature that the face, from the chin to the top of the forehead and the lowest roots of the hair, is a tenth part of the whole height; the open hand from the wrist to the tip of the middle finger is just the same; the head from the chin to the crown is an eighth, and with the neck and shoulder from the top of the breast to the lowest roots of the hair is a sixth; from the middle of the breast to the summit of the crown is a fourth. If we take the height of the face itself, the distance from the bottom of the chin to the under side of the nostrils is one third of it; the nose from the under side of the nostrils to a line between the eyebrows is the same; from there to the lowest roots of the hair is also a third, comprising the forehead. The length of the foot is one sixth of the height of the body; of the forearm, one fourth; and the breadth of the breast is also one fourth. The other members, too, have their own symmetrical proportions, and it was by employing them that the famous painters and sculptors of antiquity attained to great and endless renown.

Similarly, in the members of a temple there ought to be the greatest harmony in the symmetrical relations of the different parts to the general magnitude of the whole. Then again, in the human body the central point is naturally the navel. For if a man be placed flat on his back, with his hands and feet extended, and a pair of compasses centred at his navel, the fingers and toes of his two hands and feet will touch the circumference of a circle described therefrom. And just as the human body yields a circular outline, so too a square figure may be found from it. For if we measure the distance from the soles of the feet to the top of the head, and then apply that measure to the outstretched arms, the breadth will be found to be the same as the height, as in the case of plane surfaces which are perfectly square.
Source: Wikipedia

What made me remember the famous Da Vinci painting? Was it a wonderful art book full of the mysterious and interesting drawings of Da Vinci? No. Was it a book by Dan Brown perhaps? No. It was this picture of a Vitrovian female. How wonderful to have not only a male in proportion, but a female as well.




I like this one as much as the Da Vinci.


Saturday, 20 August 2016

Bodywriting



Funny you should mention lipstick. Sometimes I have my Pet write a message on her belly from me. Nothing degrading like in some pictures I've seen, and what she writes exactly is not relevant, but it indicates that she is mine. It makes her feel good to feel it on her belly. It makes me feel great.

A tattoo, a permanent marker or a pen can't beat a simple lipstick.

Friday, 19 August 2016

Well drawn

I think I've posted this before, but when we were last week in Driebergen (see Google maps location under this post) we saw this and I said to my loved one:
I want to reproduce this in our garden:




It just made me think of the poem by John 'O Mill in Dutch, I will translate as best as I can:

In Conneticut
in een waterput
verdronk mijn tante Eefje
nog jaren later
dronk m'n oom 't water
uitsluitend door een zeefje.

In Connecticut
in a draw-well
drowned my aunt Eefje
even years later
my uncle refused to drink the water

that wasn't poured through a strainer.


Stormy weather 2


Thursday, 18 August 2016

September TMI

Do you keep a journal? There are many, many sites that have each month a prompt to start your journal with. I chose this "Journal prompt" for next month. The questions are all personal, and maybe a bit too much information. Zoom out if you want to.
In the last three weeks of September is my Holiday planned. So I'm planning my blog posts in advance. Our rented cottage has no Wifi I think so I won't be able to respond, but it's nice to have my blog posts ready. So... brace yourself for some TMI.




Wednesday, 17 August 2016

2016-32 Appy

Some of you might have noticed that my friend Appy over at Desired submission has not written his weekly journal. That in itself is extraordinary because since 2011 he didn't miss a weekly post. Appy has been part of the blogging community since 2007. His title of posting, year, week number has always made me smile. When I commented on it, he wrote back in his dry humour: You have discovered the bookkeeper in me, didn't you?

I first met Appy when he encouraged me to keep on blogging, and followed my blog since almost my first post. Since than we have written each other regularly and met a few times to talk about life and love and all things that matter to us. I have never met a more kind man than Appy. Some people have kindness in their genes, and you don't come across many people that have a gentle and friendly character. Appy is helping other people without expecting something in return. And how many people do you know that have that? I can only speak for myself, but I can count them on one hand. So he is a special man, and we've learned to know him in his blog posts, and I've been fortunate enough to actually meet the man.

He wouldn't want me to write this about him, because he's a very modest, down to earth man. But we need to say these things out loud, because one never knows what will happen tomorrow. Anyway, Appy has been "under the weather" for a few weeks. His leg wound that wouldn't close has been troubling him for weeks. Doctors played a little ping-pong what should do something about it and how. His general practitioner referred him to make an x-ray of his lungs. And in the beginning of August a CT-scan. He had to stay a day in hospital to make it happen. Appy was very tired after this day, and have been tired since. The CT-scan indicated that there were things that do not belong there, in his lungs and other organs as well. Yesterday he got a very painful liver biopsy to find out what the nature was of these small things in this body. Appy wrote a letter to his friends about his biopsy, and said he gets tired from all things, including writing a letter.

So this is a time for him of uncertainty, pain and discomfort. He's in his own self-effacing sober minded self, tones it down, but he is in pain nonetheless. I'm sure he wants all of you to know that his beloved (above all else), is taking very, very good care of him. I hope to see him in a week or so, after he has got the results of the biopsy.

The man that is always helped others needs your help now. I hope you will all include him in your prayers and thoughts. As he reads his Ipad regularly he could use a little support from you all. A warm email, an e-card (his public e-mailadress is appy@mail.be ) or just a comment on his blog or this post would do him a world of good, surely.
Please understand that he might not be able to respond to your messages, but to know that people have him in their hearts might not be what the doctor ordered, but I'm sure he will appreciate very much.

As soon as I know more about his health situation, I will let you know. I hope he will be able to tell you all himself, in a 2016-?? post. I hope he will. But if he can't, I will keep you informed, after consulting Appy first of course.

I would love it if other bloggers Appy knows well, or they know him well (as he knows far more bloggers than I do), would send them their support. So if you know any of them, kindly forward them my message as well.


Thank you all in advance.





Wedding night?


Is it a wedding dress? Maybe. Could be.
Let us imagine it is. Married one day. Evening. Hands on her back. Of her own free will. Nothing binds them together except her will to please her new husband. On her knees, legs as far apart as she can. Her pearls coming free from her chest as she bends over, showing some of her hidden pearls as well. As she bends over for what? His caress? What is waiting for her on her wedding night? She is in the blind...

But the look on her face is no fear for what he will do. It is pure, unadulterated, unblemished love.

Tuesday, 16 August 2016

Senior Discount

I want to grow old with you.
Old, old.

 So old we pad through the supermarket
using the shopping cart as a cane that steadies us.

 I’ll wait at register two in my green sweater
with threadbare elbows, smiling
because you’ve forgotten the bag of day-old pastries.

 The cashier will tell me a joke about barbers as I wait.
He repeats the first line three times
but the only word I understand is barber.

 Over the years we’ve caught inklings
of our shrinking frames and hunched spines.

 You’re a little confused
looking for me at the wrong register with a bag
of almost-stale croissants clenched in your hand.

 The first time I held your hand it felt enormous in my own.
Sasquatch, I teased you, a million years ago.

 Over here, I yell, but not in a mad way.

 We’re laughing.
You have a bright yellow pin on your coat that says, Shalom!

 Senior Discount, you say.
But the cashier already knows us.
We’re everyone’s favourite customers.


Monday, 15 August 2016

Evident

I often tell my loved one she is so beautiful when she is in a submissive mood, but it's hard for her to see and understand. This picture is so self explanatory it need no words to see how beautiful submission can be.



Saturday, 13 August 2016

Do come in and join us...

I just couldn't resist posting this one. The difference between fully clothed and nude, the way she is sitting before him, ready to use as he wants to. And he wants her to suck his thumb. He knows we are looking at them, but she has only eyes for him, so see if she pleases him. Holding his legs to sit still and concentrate on doing it right.

I love it.

Friday, 12 August 2016

Port arms!


Pooooort arms! That was my first reaction to this picture. A lovely picture of a submissive in the dark, waiting on her knees in beautiful stockings in the nude. Waiting for her master holding with open hands his riding crop. She doesn't know when he will come to take it out of her hands. She cannot move at the risk of falling on the floor. Her legs will go stiff and numb. In the dark. Her arms will tremble from the effort to hold the crop still as her elbows are free from her body giving no support at all.

And yet, she knows that this is only part one...

Thursday, 11 August 2016

Say please



The text on the sign says
(left) Biscuit 1 euro 50
Biscuit please 1 euro

(right) Croissant 0,75 euro
Croissant please 0,50 euro

Say "please" and "thank you", they learn it all over again in Utrecht highschool. And with a little humour you can reach goals that seem unattainable without them.

Wednesday, 10 August 2016

Station of Haarlem

One of the most beautiful station in the Netherlands is in the capital of the province North Holland: Haarlem. (To all Americans, yes in 1658 Dutch settlers named Harlem in Uptown New York). It's beauty is stunning. I once spent three hours looking at all small details of this station...
(I love trains and railwaystations, and the tracks, and the sounds, and the smell...)




The original station building of Haarlem was replaced in 1906-1908 by a new building by Mr.  D.A.N. Margadant.  Typical for the station are the two entrance and exit buildings and the location of the waiting rooms and restaurant on the island platform. It is the only station in the Netherlands in the Art Nouveau or Jugendstil style, and one of the most striking buildings in the city of Haarlem. The building has many tile panels.

Waiting room, first class

One of the few major changes since the construction of the station building, the construction of the third platform along rail 8 in 1953, whose architecture contrasts with the rest of the building.

The station is used several times for filming, such as if two drops of water from Fons Rademakers in 1963, for The Girl with the Red Hair Ben Verbong (1981), for Black Book by Paul Verhoeven in 2005 and for the American action movie Ocean's Twelve of Steven Soderbergh in 2004 which the Haarlem platform was supposed to look like Amsterdam Central station .

The buildings stood on the big central platform, in addition to offices, waiting rooms and also other traveller facilities, including two rooms for the station restaurant. One of these buildings has since 2011 used as a small library with waiting area and coffee machine.

On September 15, 2008 there was a big party to celebrate the centenary of the current station of Haarlem.

Tuesday, 9 August 2016

Flower

A woman.
A flower.
Sometimes you will whisper in the ear of your loved one:
You are as pretty as a flower.

But there is no one that can express that thought so well with her body than Ms. Maureen Fleming.
I know what you are thinking. He is looking with his point-point-point, because of the nudity.
Wrong. Good dancing doesn't need clothes. It's so pretty you will hold your breath!


Monday, 8 August 2016

Simple question

I asked this question more times than I care to remember. And still I have to ask it over and over again.


Sunday, 7 August 2016

Sisters day

Today, The first Sunday of August, is Sisters' Day. Sisters Day is your chance (if you have a sister, that is) to show your appreciation for that special family relationship. All siblings have the odd argument here and there, but deep down there’s little way around the natural bond of siblings.

I have one very special sister. One that never complains and is always supportive. Sisters' Day may be just as silly as Mothers' Day or Fathers' Day, but for me it's a reason to show her today how glad I am to be her (older) brother.

French breakfast
I have ordered for her a nice French breakfast with (smile):
  • Assorted pastries
  • Fresh croissants
  • Various fresh meats
  • Various French cheeses
  • Assortment of fresh toppings
  • Tea
  • Fresh orange juice
  • Butter 
  • Cooked egg 
  • Fresh seasonal fruit
I hope you'll have a wonderful Sisters' Day!

Saturday, 6 August 2016

Svenska Gummistövlar

I haven't read a book by Henning Mankell before. And on an impulse I picked up a copy from Svenska Gummistövlar, Swedish boots up at Amazon. The book cover started with a promise and old doctor on a deserted Swedish island house is set on fire. And now he is accused to put his own house on fire. And a female reporter is the only one that can help him.

I read the book but did not enjoy any of it. The main character, Frederik Welin, is not a very likeable person. The slow pace of the book, the unrealistic love, or lust for the female reporter, the strange relations with his daughter. You want to put away the book and never pick it up again. In some strange way you want to know in the second half of the book when Frederik and his daughter are in Paris, how this strange book ends.

But it ends like the rest of the book was: in disappointment. Later I understood the many, many, many quotes about death: the book was the last book Mr. Mankell wrote before he died. His book Kvicksand, that was supposed to be a biographical last book, is supposed to be better. If you knew this was Mr. Mankell's last book you understand the many death references. If you don't it's just a grim book about a man who just left his daughter in Paris, so poor she has to steal for money, and buys an expensive suit for a funeral.

What lesson is there to be learned? Never buy a book on impulse?  Nah, I will keep doing that. I want to be surprised. At times I don't expect to be surprised. I want to be disappointed.








Friday, 5 August 2016

Allelujah revisited

History
It is likely that the Organum version of Kyrie Cuntipotens Genitor found at Compostela Cathedral was brought there by pilgrims from the cathedral at Notre Dame. Notre Dame cathedral in Paris (the precursor to the famed current-day cathedral) was a major stop on the Pilgrimage. 

Perotin ("little Pierre") was responsible for this great organum. He is believed to have flourished around the turn of the thirteenth century.
The institutional church's view of organum was ambivalent. Some, such as John of Salisbury, viewed it as the work of the devil, writing: "they can more easily occasion titillation between the legs than a sense of devotion in the brain." Others like Bishop Odo, sensed its utility and beauty.


video



Alleluia Nativitas gloriose virginis Marie
ex semine Abrahe orta de tribu Juda
clara ex stripe David.


O glorious nativity of the Virgin Mary,
born of the seed of Abraham of the tribe of shining Judea,
out of the stock of David

Wednesday, 3 August 2016

Superhumans



The Olympics starts in one month and five days on 7 September. I'm looking forward to it!

Tuesday, 2 August 2016

More reading

I love to read. And this reminds me of a scene from Training Carrie where she reads a story for Bill.
If someone is reading out that is wonderful as well. Can you picture yourself in the garden? Your lover is fully clothed sitting in a chair, and you fully nude reading to him from your favourite book?

I just love intimate pictures...


Monday, 1 August 2016

Stormy Weather



Just one more post of Hysterical Literature. Meet Stormy. She reads American Psycho by Bret Easton Ellis. The librarian look of Stormy is very arousing, I think! I love it.
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