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    <lastBuildDate>Wed, 19 Jan 2005 12:00:08 PST</lastBuildDate>
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    <copyright>Copyright 2005.</copyright>
    <category>Writing</category>
    <category>Poetry</category>
    <category>Entertainment</category>
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      <title>The Trip Part One; The Car Ride</title>
      <link>http://balanced.blogdrive.com/archive/30.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 19 Jan 2005 19:59:43 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>So it's Thursday.  My Officer drops me off at home with a kiss, a fondle, and a promise for more.  My body is still tingling, both with having known him finally, and again with anticipation.

I have just enough time to get packed up and ready for a week in (*privacy*) for Training (again!) and thankfully there is not enough time to think about the fact I am going with M, will be alone in the car with him for 2 hours, sharing a motel with him (not the room thankfully, just the building) and I try not to picture what he will look like causal and relaxed.

I dare not think what Boss B must have... (more)</description>
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      <title>Thursdays Little Adventure</title>
      <link>http://balanced.blogdrive.com/archive/29.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 19 Jan 2005 13:04:21 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>
I awoke that fine rainy morning not only refreshed from my mental health night away from &quot;the job&quot;, but with flesh all a-tingle with anticipation.

Today is the day.  The day I have been waiting 4 long years for.  And sexually painful years they have been, all the flirting, teasing, and innuendo gone unconsummated.  Me all liquid and hot honey at you looking so fucking hot in uniform, big and black and gorgeous.  I never really thought anything would come of our innocent (ha!) flirtations, until last week when you knocked on my door looking frazzled and slightly crazed.  I melted when you... (more)</description>
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      <title>I'm back</title>
      <link>http://balanced.blogdrive.com/archive/28.html</link>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Jan 2005 12:30:02 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Oh so much to tell!  Last Thursday, the word awesome comes to mind.  Until my cell phone rang that is.

Boss:  We need you.

Me: NOW?

Boss:  Kind of.  Today for one week in *bleeped for privacy reasons* to train.

Me:  TODAY?

Boss:  You're going with &quot;M&quot; (fuck off!!!) we have arranged accommodations and the two of you will be doing the 5 day training program.

Me:  Ummm....do I have to do this?

Boss:  You are the most logical choice for this.  You've done it before and you are the best on our team.  You and &quot;M&quot; that is.  We'll be providing you with a travel allowance, an out of town bonus,... (more)</description>
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      <title>Freedom!</title>
      <link>http://balanced.blogdrive.com/archive/27.html</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 13 Jan 2005 13:48:43 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>I am afraid you'll have to wait a little bit for the good stuff today.  Last night, feeling just fine thank you very much, I called in &quot;sick&quot; to work just so I could have this morning to myself without wasting my time (gasp) sleeping.  Gosh, don't you just hate having to do those little mundane tasks?

The Little One went off to daycare like the good girl she is, the Big One went to school (love  state funded daycare, don't you?) and now here I am with 3.5 hours of FREEDOM stretched out before me.

And a blissful Ahhhh escapes my lips.  Whatever will I do with these precious hours?  My little... (more)</description>
      <comments>http://balanced.blogdrive.com/comments?id=27</comments>
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      <title>Spank-a-licious</title>
      <link>http://balanced.blogdrive.com/archive/26.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 12 Jan 2005 13:27:45 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Question:

Is it normal for one to fantasize about their beer bellied boss bending one over a shared desk and delivering a swift, painful, extremely erotic spanking?

I . want . to . feel . a . hand . slapping . my . quivering . bum . right . fucking . now .



I want to be a pain slut.  I want to expose myself wantonly to someone.  I want to entice your violence.

I want, nay, I  need to feel the sharp sting of your open palm across my ass cheeks, leaving a delicious red mark, then another and another until my behind is red and raised and tender and my pussy is all juicy and swollen and... (more)</description>
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      <title>Poor Henry</title>
      <link>http://balanced.blogdrive.com/archive/25.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 12 Jan 2005 11:02:50 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Henry found a job last week.
Thelma sits in her chair with her slumped shoulders,
Dejection suits her, as does the gnarled
Hands
Clasped in her lap.
Ask Thelma if it matters that Henry has a job, she'll look away
She knows Mrs. Jones will still need her floors washed,
The money will be good for little things
Like paying the rent.
Henry will drink the cheque next week won't he?
Maybe slap Thelma around a little, a man needs his fun afterall.
No children and Thelma thinks to herself this is a good thing.
And next week will come and all will be
As expected.
Look out Henry,
Thelma doesn't want... (more)</description>
      <comments>http://balanced.blogdrive.com/comments?id=25</comments>
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      <title>Plan of Action, sort of</title>
      <link>http://balanced.blogdrive.com/archive/24.html</link>
      <pubDate>Tue, 11 Jan 2005 18:22:54 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Having been inspired by God Only Knows Why (Kid Rock, voice to finger oneself to) and self finally doing yoga thing, we have come up with a &quot;Plan of Action&quot;.

To quote our Miss Macy Grey

I want to spread your love all over my face.
I am going to love you all over the place.
I am going to kiss you all over your face.


I will not get discouraged.
I will not be jealous.
I will not get all depressed and trite and overdone.

I will....
attempt the blasé
make you jealous
tease, entice, whisper, delight.

But the thoughts of long ago gazes flood my simple little brain with images of...
your... (more)</description>
      <comments>http://balanced.blogdrive.com/comments?id=24</comments>
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      <title>much ado about nothing</title>
      <link>http://balanced.blogdrive.com/archive/22.html</link>
      <pubDate>Tue, 11 Jan 2005 12:45:18 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>If you are a regular visitor (all 3 of you), you may notice the blogroll is a lot shorter.  Yep, I was ruthless in dumping a whole lot of the bad, ugly, and boring.

New rules now apply.

Got rid of the link-y dink-y blogs, boring blogs with sparatic updates, bitchers, complainers, married-with-link-to-spouses-stupid-blog, heavy-on-the-advertising-blogs, blogs with blinkies running rampant, non-blog sites (bookmarked anyway, what was the point?), and the fucking blog whores that the entire planet seems to be linked to.  

Simplify, glorify, and rectify. All blogs linked to are now blogs I... (more)</description>
      <comments>http://balanced.blogdrive.com/comments?id=22</comments>
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      <title>Frustrated</title>
      <link>http://balanced.blogdrive.com/archive/21.html</link>
      <pubDate>Tue, 11 Jan 2005 11:45:49 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Ok, I am starting to feel the frustration people.

Seeing I am the one always saying &quot;There are no problems, there are only solutions&quot;....here we go:

Problem:
blogdrive for the past 2 days has only been periodically accessible for me.

Solution:
new blog host?

Problem:
my Libra self has been out of whack since Christmas with too much time off work, too much visiting, too much vodka, not enough yoga.

Solution:
get all S&amp;M on my ass and force it to squat, aerobicize and yoga-tize itself before it becomes too big to fit into favourite expensive black yoga gear.  

Problem:
The Husband very... (more)</description>
      <comments>http://balanced.blogdrive.com/comments?id=21</comments>
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      <title>Lady Lucina and Guido</title>
      <link>http://balanced.blogdrive.com/archive/20.html</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 10 Jan 2005 11:47:47 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>  (the field of dreams)


And so with the sun streaming down on them and the breeze titillating their half naked flesh, Guido gently lay Lucina down to the ground. With one quick movement of his hand, the dress Lucina had been wearing so well was ripped from her bodice, buttons flying through the scented air. With chest heaving in anticipation, Lucina arched her back and reached for Guido, stroking his cheek with one hand and pulling him closer to her with the other. With probing tongues and nibbling teethe they hungrily devoured one another with their fevered kisses. Guido hands explored the... (more)</description>
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