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I'm not completely surprised that this website exists. I am, however, rather startled to have learned about it from CNN in the middle of the election coverage.

The Eight of Chalices card suggests that my power today lies in space. I am true to myself and will only regret the chances I don't take to seek or follow my hearts desire. I turn away from or make a clean sweep of that which does not honor or sustain my passion and love, and in this, I am not afraid to be alone. I am empowered to move forward or make space and my gift is letting go.

My white knight, not a Lancelot, nor an angel with wings
Just someone to love me, who is not ashamed of a few nice things.
My white knight who knew what my heart would say if it only knew how.
Please, dear Venus, show me now.

All I want is a plain man
All I want is a modest man
A quiet man, a gentle man
A straightforward and honest man
To sit with me in a cottage somewhere in the state of Iowa.

And I would like him to be more interested in me than he is in himself.
And more interested in us than in me.

And if occasionally he'd ponder
What make Shakespeare and Beethoven great,
Him I could love till I die. Him I could love till I die.

My white knight, not a Lancelot, nor an angel with wings.
Just someone to love me, who is not ashamed of a few nice things.
My white knight, let me walk with him where others ride by
Walk and love him till I die, till I die.

Got this from aztecknight -- seems like a good way to get things clearly and openly defined, which I am always all for.

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Will you post yours?

You let the kiss linger, hearing me moan with need under your lips as your tongue carries the taste of my pussy into my mouth. Returning to my nipples, you pinch, roll, tug, and suck for what seems like forever, until you feel me quiver and know that I am about to cum from that alone. You stop, and I whimper, but then you lie down beside me -- not touching, but close enough that I can feel the warmth of your body -- and begin whispering in my ear all the things that you want to do to me over the course of the weekend. My body twists and aches as you fuck me with nothing but words, telling how you will tease me, pleasure me, take me, claim me. You build me up slowly until I'm moaning and begging for your touch... then go silent for about thirty seconds, still lying beside me, your breathing ragged in my ear... and then you tell me to cum, and I do, the sensations racing down my spine and my hips arching, but only slaking my need for the briefest second before your mouth claims mine and my desire builds again.

Let's see, where were we?

You begin by running your hands over my face, and when I turn my head to catch a finger in my mouth, you allow me to do so for just a moment. Next, your touch glides slowly down my arms to my sides, and I gasp as your thumbs brush lightly over my nipples in passing. When you reach my hips, one hand slides under me to take a firm grip on my ass while the other moves back up and you begin playing with my tits in earnest, lightly pinching and pulling my nipples, then rolling them between your thumb and forefinger as I gasp. It feels like forever before you lean over and delicately take one nipple between your teeth, flicking your tongue over the very tip. I whimper and writhe as you take your time, finally switching to the other side and giving that breast the same thorough treatment before standing up to look down at me.

Your hand starts at my ankle, moving firmly up the inside of my leg as I moan in anticipation but then diverting at the last second to slide over the crease where my leg joins my body. It rests there as your other hand repeats the process on my other leg, until you are holding my hips with your thumbs resting just at the edge of where my hair would be if I hadn't shaved it off at your command. My hips twitch, trying to move your touch closer to where I need it, and I am rewarded when you lean in and bury your tongue deep in my pussy for just a moment before you move up to kiss me slowly, letting me taste myself on your lips.

You have been preparing me for our time together all week. Last Friday, you let me cum hard on my vibrator as you listened over the phone, but since then it's been all about building my need in anticipation of your visit. I haven't worn panties in seven days, and since Tuesday I've had to choose my work clothes carefully to conceal the clips on my nipples. You call every night and let me listen to you cum, but I am not permitted to join you, only to touch myself very lightly, and very little.

I meet you at the airport, and for just a moment the sex is irrelevant to my giddy joy at simply being in your arms again. Then you look into my eyes, and I know that you are taking control. "Where is it?" you ask, and silently I hand you the remote control for the clit teaser I am wearing underneath my short skirt. I expect you to turn it on right away, but instead you simply put it in your pocket and pick up your carry-on bag. Frustrated, I show you the way to the escalators that lead to the parking garage, and as we reach the lower level you suddenly take my wrist and pull me around behind them. "Let's see how ready you are," you whisper, and reaching into your pocket you dial the remote all the way to the highest setting as your other hand slides up under my skirt and a finger plunges into my wet pussy. Almost before I can respond, though, the finger is gone and the vibrations are turned back to a very low hum, but you are smiling in satisfaction at my state of arousal as you taste my juices on your finger.

I struggle to walk to the car with the toy still buzzing very lightly against my clit, and once I am behind the wheel you turn it off completely. "Can't have you distracted while you drive," you say, "but I might turn it on at the stoplights." Sometimes you do and sometimes you don't, and when you do, the intensity is never the same twice -- at one light it might be that same low hum, but if you see that there's only a second or two until the green you turn it all the way up so that I have to fight not to cum without permission. When we pull into my driveway, you ask me for the keys, then tell me to count to 100, slowly, before I come inside. Then you turn off the device and leave me sitting in the car.

It seems to take forever to reach 100, but I know that if I count too fast it'll be that much longer before you allow me satisfaction. When I walk through the back door of my apartment, you are waiting with a silk scarf that you slip over my eyes as a blindfold. Taking my hand, you lead me on a path that winds up in the living room rather than the bedroom as I had expected. I realize why when you guide me to lie down on the futon, which you have opened into a bed, and pull my hands up over my head to be locked into cuffs that have obviously been tied to the mission-style armrest. Taking my hand, you show me where the key to my cuffs is hanging from a piece of string on the next slat, knowing that being able to reach it will make me feel much more secure. Then you spread my legs wide, securing my ankles to the corners of the futon frame. As you ordered, I am wearing clothes that I don't mind losing, so it's not a surprise when you begin cutting them off of me. When I am totally nude, you lean down for a long, deep kiss, running your hand down my side in a possessive gesture that I know means I am now completely yours.

More to follow.....

Purrrrr . . . . .

I want to stretch and feel smooth silk under me and warm skin against mine. I want to feel a wet mouth claiming mine, then raining fire across my body as I pull against the satin ribbons restraining my wrists. I want to feel strong hands moving across my soft skin, pausing here and there to pinch a sensitive spot as I gasp. I want to feel loving weight on me, and a hard cock pounding into me, then slowing as I reach the peak until I writhe and beg for release. I want to see a beloved face contorted in pleasure as my own sight goes dim and I scream out loud. I want to rest my head on a sweat-slick chest and listen to a slowing heartbeat, sated and secure.

I want YOU.

So, I went to fight practice tonight. The aforementioned local fighter was there, and there continued to be very tentative signs of something -- when I needed the hose-clamp screws on my basket-hilt tightened or to be duct-taped into my gorget because the strap broke, he jumped to help; as we were all leaving the pub and I took the open door from the person in front of me, his hand deliberately covered mine for a second as he then took it from me; stuff like that. Our conversations aren't even personal yet; we mostly talked about garb (I make it; he wants some), but there's definitely some sort of connection growing.

. . . and then I got home, and there was someone waiting on IM who made it immediately clear that he was very horny for me, and had me cumming inside of a minute.

How did I ever get so lucky, that one night can contain both of those interactions?

Your Score: Aquarius Woman

Heterosexual

She's turned on by men who are rough around the edges, if not altogether red in the neck, at least in spirit. Sex should never be a laminated sanitized affair, but rather a releasing of all inhibitions. Her attitude is laissez-faire � the Aquarian is never the demanding, domineering, emasculating type, au contraire - as she gives her man much in the way of space, not wanting, as many women do, to be involved in the lion's share of his experiences. When Aquarius commits to a steady relationship, she expects it to last for life. She is often so devastated by breakups it takes her ages to heal. Aquarius woman is not a sensualist, she's a sexualist, and she appreciates a man who won't, pardon the pun, beat around the bush. She wants all her buttons pressed, preferably all at once, with the least amount of ceremony possible. Sex is all fun and games for her, and toys tend to work their way into the proceedings between her and her lover. Still, compared to the male of the sign, she is surpricingly unkinky. However, she have zero hang-ups nor any trace of religious or moral guilt surrounding sex. Her body is is not so much a temple as it is a fun house, and she is especially comfortable with artificial stimulation as either enhancement to sex with a partner or as a happy, solo substitute for human contact.

Straight turn-ons: Younger men or big daddies, white trash, truckers, bikers, long hair, ponytails, hippies, zealots, libertarians, rough-housing, biting, wrestling, (active) worship, (passive) degradation, groveling, begging, body hair, treasure trails, armpits, goatees, casual, no-string sex, cheating, m-f-f threesomes, tattoos, piercings, branding, extra large penises, foreskin, (active) oral, swallowing, (passive) anal sex, (passive) heavy b+d, enslavement fantasies, costumes, masks, hoods, blindfolds, posing, home porn, (active) ass play, role reversal, freaks, geeks, carnies, captive/slave fantasies

( Not bad, given that it's pretty much totally theoretical knowledge at this point. )

I like that this test set out to separate the concept of physical restraints from any other type of play, since that's very much how my tastes run.