Today's photo is a bit different from the ones I usually extend for your creative efforts. I found it a few years ago and it spoke to me so I saved it, but never found a reason to post it until today.
What are your thoughts on this portrait of a woman alone with only the sky and the land as companions? Complete the caption in any way you like, and I'll look forward to publishing your impressions in the next post.
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Tall stalks masks the horizon,
her future unknown,
only seeing the path she currently walks.
-SC
"And on the eighth day God created clothes for women."
DAMMIT!
She gazed into the horizon with a future full of hope and promise.
Spaaaarrrkkeeee....where did that silly dog run off to this time. If I dont find him my husband will have to know I was walking in the wilderness again. He will REALLY blister my bottom for that!!! Spaaarrkkeee
How will I ever find a switch for my spanking, when all I see is grass and sand... unless I find some driftwood that can be used as a paddle.
Decisions, decisions. Can I embrace what he wants from me, or will I lose myself in the process?
Very lonely and sad, we know not the reason.
When Evelyn met Darryl he was already rising through the ranks of FEMA. It wasn't until the couple began to buy property that she fully understood the ramifications of his limitations.
As I feel the caress if the wind, I so long for his fingers grazing over my body.
Mary looked out over the horizon lamenting "Why did I sass that nice wagon train leader - now it will take me forever to reach the next town."
The breeze playing with her hair made her think of last night with John. Oh how she wished he was still there with her.
Love,
Ronnie
xx
I must go down to the sea again , the lonely sea and the sky. I left my shoes and socks there , I wonder if they're dry...
"Life's a beach..."
"Somewhere over the Rainbow, will come a star. And spank my bare bottom. Hoorah, Hoorah"
Damn! The first time I find an outdoor spot isolated enough to get spanked in and I forgot to bring a spanker.
Prefectdt
I remember how different things use to be,before LDD.
I am so, no we are so Complete Now!
Bend. I must bend, or I will break. The way the grasses and the grains bend without breaking, I must learn how to submit without becoming broken.
Gone with the wind,
but maybe he'll return,
back with the breeze*.
* Margaret Mitchell's own title for her never-to-be sequel.
Summer breeze,
Autumn chill:
Scattered sun hangs low in the sky,
Like the shattered heart in my chest,
As love has forsaken me once again...
There's a cane standing somewhere among the rushes, my dear. Three strokes on your lovely bottom for every minute until you return with it.
The sea grass holds so many stories. How will mine be written?
The tall grass waves in wind, the sand curls between my toes and the waves lap gently against the ever-changing shoreline. As I stand in awe of the majesty of the sight and sounds of nature, I am reminded that my presence here on Earth is fleeting. No one is responsible for my happiness but me.
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