<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:03:34.590-07:00</updated><category term='D/s'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='resolutions'/><category term='Fetlife/CollarMe'/><category term='funny'/><category term='FG'/><category term='music'/><category term='school'/><category term='minis'/><category term='toys'/><category term='life'/><category term='sex'/><category term='craving'/><category term='job'/><category term='Friday-FI'/><category term='SM'/><category term='Meme'/><category term='Poet'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='food'/><category term='Miss B'/><category term='he said she said'/><category term='kink'/><category term='family'/><category term='writings'/><category term='1WW'/><category term='video'/><category term='stories'/><category term='TMI-T'/><category term='MoP'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='health'/><category term='HNT'/><category term='musings'/><category term='rant'/><title type='text'>callie in chains</title><subtitle type='html'>tied up... or tied down?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>176</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-5908768011211484087</id><published>2011-08-16T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T00:16:56.723-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='he said she said'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D/s'/><title type='text'>slave</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;... I crave hands, not batteries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Teeth and breath, not plastic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Have you ever touched yourself while talking to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I might have back when...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;You could make me react without having to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;We did connect a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Ya, just a little. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Come crawl in my lap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I would in a heart beat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Why do I get the feeling you would do much of what I crave?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Is that a good thing or a bad thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;You tell me... is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;To me it is beautiful, but you knew that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;*smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;It's like I am supposed to... need to, want to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I lay in bed sometimes and wonder about why I see you nude before me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Come up with any answers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Slave comes to mind when I allow it to surface...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;How often to you feel that side of yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Only ever when talking to one person in particular have I ever felt more slave than just submissive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Is that what haunts you?  That feeling of being a slave?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;The connection that it would take to make me so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I don't think you have ever said no to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Nope, not even when you said you would push me to my limits... and even beyond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Would you ever say no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I have no desire to say no to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;...and I don't know why.  I have thought about it a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-5908768011211484087?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/5908768011211484087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=5908768011211484087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/5908768011211484087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/5908768011211484087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2011/08/slave.html' title='slave'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-6809578623751547663</id><published>2011-08-15T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T00:24:13.193-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='he said she said'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D/s'/><title type='text'>connection</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Did you let your mind wander today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;It does everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;What did you think on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Little things throughout the day... wishing things were different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Like touching, smelling, and feeling that connection...simple?  You want to feel that collar don't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Yes.  That is a pretty big hole inside lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Did you feel a little better doing as told last night? Even for a moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Yes, a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;It's just not wanting to do, it's that need.  To be what is needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;It's not even just the submission alone.. it's the whole picture that I am needing... a connection I am craving, along with the physical presence and giving of myself... all of it.  Each part is sitting before me separately... none of it fills the void alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Friendship, companionship, the feel of someone in the house that cares, letting go and accepting where you need to be, having someone that gives a damn about you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Yes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Someone that values you... beyond anyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Dammit, why do you always make me cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-6809578623751547663?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/6809578623751547663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=6809578623751547663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/6809578623751547663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/6809578623751547663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2011/08/connection.html' title='connection'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-2296310178653029131</id><published>2011-08-14T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T00:17:10.619-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D/s'/><title type='text'>His eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;ria stole a peek with one eye. Shoes. He was still there... waiting.  She could feel his eyes on her as she knelt at his feet.  He hadn't said a word. He was just waiting, but he knew once she gained the courage to look into his eyes, she was his.   For now, she could have her little streak of defiance, keeping her eyes squeezed shut, head bowed.  She would look, sooner or later, she always did, and he was patient.  Like many times before, she would turn her face to him, glancing at his face, his mouth, before finally settling her gaze on his eyes, and there she would stay... trapped.  The courage would drain from her eyes to be replaced with a sweet simple pleading. A look he fed off of and would use to take her body to places she fantasized about in the deep dark recesses of her brain. He held her enthralled. Each blink of his eyes causing a momentary pause her life, like a little death, to be returned once those eyes held her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-2296310178653029131?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/2296310178653029131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=2296310178653029131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/2296310178653029131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/2296310178653029131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2011/08/his-eyes.html' title='His eyes'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-7215712129983642385</id><published>2011-08-13T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T13:06:32.543-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='he said she said'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D/s'/><title type='text'>Hungry moods</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I woke up hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Hope I didn't wake you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I'm okay, it will pass... always does.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;You are lucky you're not here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Actually, I see it as I am unlucky I am not there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;You would be carrying the marks and feeling what I'd do to you for a while.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I need to sleep I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Okay, my dear. I will try not to wake you again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;You are in a mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;A mood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I know I am, but you're in a touchy feely mood... a very submissive mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;What makes yo say that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Just what I felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I have been lately, yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Teeth raking across skin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Yes, that and I want to lay my cheek on One's knee, a hand stroking my hair...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Is that all you yearn for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Did you mean to wake me that way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I did not mean to wake you, but I was thinking of you...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;... was listening to music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Kneeling and nude, wanting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Yes, ...the wanting.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;...you have a way of turning that on full force... with your comments... questions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I used to make you need to cum so easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Yes, you did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I think I need to try and get my mind off taking you. ... I could dig my teeth into you though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I need to sleep...  ...cum for me tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I will...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Good. I like that thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-7215712129983642385?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/7215712129983642385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=7215712129983642385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/7215712129983642385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/7215712129983642385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2011/08/hungry-moods.html' title='Hungry moods'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-7153107130632638457</id><published>2011-08-12T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T13:05:23.265-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craving'/><title type='text'>waiting</title><content type='html'>i am waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;claw your way in.&lt;br /&gt;taste the sin of my desire for you.&lt;br /&gt;rip apart the whole, discover my soul,&lt;br /&gt;and feast your eyes on a heart that is true.&lt;br /&gt;blood, sweat, and tears...&lt;br /&gt;have been yours for years.&lt;br /&gt;body, mind, and soul...&lt;br /&gt;lost to your control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-7153107130632638457?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/7153107130632638457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=7153107130632638457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/7153107130632638457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/7153107130632638457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2011/08/waiting.html' title='waiting'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-770089168436258734</id><published>2011-08-11T23:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T13:03:42.181-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='he said she said'/><title type='text'>do you dream?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Did you enjoy last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;You were supposed to meet me the night before last...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Didn't you feel me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;If you thought of me as you started your day... I didn't get to bed until you were getting up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I did think of you as I got up.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I do most days actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;You do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Yup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;You have such dreams...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;What dreams?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;You don't daydream of being with the one you love, feeling total submission? How many times have you felt it when you chat with me randomly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Honestly, I think about it all the time...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;It's in my head constantly.  It's hard being one who's nature needs balance walking around without her other half...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Hard to walk around like that... makes it hard to concentrate. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I make it hard for you sometimes, I'm sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;When you ask questions like that, yes you make it a bit hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-770089168436258734?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/770089168436258734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=770089168436258734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/770089168436258734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/770089168436258734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2011/08/do-you-dream.html' title='do you dream?'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-474069723033912003</id><published>2011-08-09T23:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T00:32:30.938-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='he said she said'/><title type='text'>a touch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;...I didn't know you still thought of me in that way...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Do I still wake you with those thoughts of hunger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;yes...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;You've crept back into my head quite strongly lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Have you dreamt of a wolf?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I don't remember my dreams... I know you were in my head when I went to bed last night... As I was falling asleep... I could feel you next to me... I was just waiting... wishing... for a touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Perhaps tonight you will feel it... chills... whispers... warmth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I hope so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Don't you feel me now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Is that you... or just my mind playing tricks on me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Depends if your shoulders and back of your neck feel warm...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;It should move all over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;It is always in my neck and shoulders... then down my back... my arms... up the back of my neck into my hair and curling up the side of my neck, across my cheek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;You woke up to this before... you felt me touching you so beautifully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Like you were there, and I woke up a second too late...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I'll be with you tonight.  I need to sleep my dear, but find me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I will...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-474069723033912003?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/474069723033912003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=474069723033912003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/474069723033912003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/474069723033912003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2011/08/touch.html' title='a touch'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-5254135812024457074</id><published>2011-08-08T12:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T15:45:01.149-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D/s'/><title type='text'>masterless</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll106/tatsncorsets/photoshootmarch08003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 357px;" src="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll106/tatsncorsets/photoshootmarch08003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masterless, she wills her submission from you like a thief,&lt;br /&gt;and unknowingly, you dominate her.&lt;br /&gt;you push a little, she pulls with all her might.&lt;br /&gt;like a dance you are led to lead and only she knows the steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she hangs on your every word,&lt;br /&gt;reading lines between lines.&lt;br /&gt;holding her breath,&lt;br /&gt;and willing her flesh,&lt;br /&gt;to feel the sting of your touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masterless, she holds her submission in her hands, a dying ember,&lt;br /&gt;wishing for you to breathe her to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-5254135812024457074?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/5254135812024457074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=5254135812024457074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/5254135812024457074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/5254135812024457074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2011/08/masterless.html' title='masterless'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-2035751977191732349</id><published>2011-08-07T01:07:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T01:13:21.639-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='he said she said'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D/s'/><title type='text'>do you feel me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I need to rip my teeth into flesh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I am in a mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;What kind of mood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;What do you feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Chills up the back of my neck...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;What else?  Do you feel my hunger?  Does your body feel aroused?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;My skin has that feeling... the second before someone touches you, that anticipation of knowing a touch is coming...  the ever so slight shift towards the energy you feel flowing from the other hands...  yearning for it because if feels so close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Does it belong to just anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Do you want more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;... you know I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-2035751977191732349?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/2035751977191732349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=2035751977191732349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/2035751977191732349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/2035751977191732349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2011/08/do-you-feel-me.html' title='do you feel me?'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-3758872342385311909</id><published>2011-08-06T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T00:38:47.863-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Well, hello there!</title><content type='html'>I signed into Yahoo today and the welcome screen said, "Hi! Is that a new shirt? Love it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing was... I was not wearing a shirt! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-3758872342385311909?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/3758872342385311909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=3758872342385311909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/3758872342385311909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/3758872342385311909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2011/08/well-hello-there.html' title='Well, hello there!'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-2921980601304064897</id><published>2011-08-05T23:44:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T01:14:41.739-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='he said she said'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D/s'/><title type='text'>take from me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Did you fall asleep thinking about me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I did.  I went to bed thinking you have a bad habit of getting thoughts in my head and then disappearing on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting there wiggling and thinking of nice things or did I take you back to those evenings when we talked on the phone and I got under your skin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the thoughts are jumbled together into a bigger picture now... the IMs, texts, calls...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you thinking now? Would you enjoy knowing I am laying in the dark nude?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was there... next to you.. feeling you breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tasting you.  Hearing your heart.  Dragging my teeth across skin.  Releasing you beast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes, yes, and yes... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Would you release &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Beast then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would leave marks on you.  Force you to do things.  Take you.  Take your submission.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I would be there for... for you, to do with as you please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Could you keep the Beast at bay if I was there?  My skin under your hands?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;t would take a lot from you...  you'd be the Beast's slave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you keep it at bay if I was there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; I'd take from you.  Taste your breath... your flesh... your blood... see how far I could push you... and then push some more.  Break you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then if you could not keep him chained... the choice is already made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;You could not restrain him, and I could not stay away from you never knowing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you carry those scars from my beast already...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memories of scars not yet inflicted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being able to touch you and your body instantly submits and readies for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; Do you feel it? ....the clothes burn upon your skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; If you could, you'd be nude right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be... yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-2921980601304064897?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/2921980601304064897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=2921980601304064897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/2921980601304064897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/2921980601304064897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2011/08/take-from-me.html' title='take from me...'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-221437387328541762</id><published>2011-07-30T23:57:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T00:07:00.990-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>You are the moon..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DtXc9h2nki8" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could only see the beast you've made of me&lt;br /&gt;I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free&lt;br /&gt;Screaming in the dark, I howl when we're apart&lt;br /&gt;Drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in&lt;br /&gt;You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to howl&lt;br /&gt;My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in&lt;br /&gt;You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howl, howl&lt;br /&gt;Howl, howl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there's no holding back, I'm making to attack&lt;br /&gt;My blood is singing with your voice, I want to pour it out&lt;br /&gt;The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound&lt;br /&gt;I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallow'ed ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins&lt;br /&gt;I want to find you, tear out all of your tenderness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And howl, howl&lt;br /&gt;Howl, howl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers&lt;br /&gt;Starts so soft and sweet and turns them to hunters&lt;br /&gt;Hunters, hunters, hunters&lt;br /&gt;Hunters, hunters, hunters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fabric of your flesh, pure as a wedding dress&lt;br /&gt;Until I wrap myself inside your arms I cannot rest&lt;br /&gt;The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound&lt;br /&gt;I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallow'ed ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And howl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers&lt;br /&gt;Starts so soft and sweet and turns them to hunters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man who's pure of heart and says his prayers by night&lt;br /&gt;May still become a wolf when the autumn moon is bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could only see the beast you've made of me&lt;br /&gt;I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free&lt;br /&gt;The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound&lt;br /&gt;I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallow'ed ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-221437387328541762?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/221437387328541762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=221437387328541762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-1347741929115658323</id><published>2011-07-23T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T00:33:56.345-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writings'/><title type='text'>tiptoe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tiptoe across my brain,&lt;br /&gt;Leaving tiny tracks in your wake.&lt;br /&gt;Fleeting but always there,&lt;br /&gt;I can't shake the thought of you.&lt;br /&gt;Words trickle from your lips,&lt;br /&gt;Seeping into my cortex.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the taste of a smile on my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-1347741929115658323?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/1347741929115658323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=1347741929115658323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/1347741929115658323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/1347741929115658323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2011/07/tiptoe.html' title='tiptoe'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-1379989883559272657</id><published>2011-07-18T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T00:33:06.583-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>the numbers are in</title><content type='html'>Just took a quiz... *giggle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Masochist&lt;/span&gt;                             79%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Submissive &lt;/span&gt;                          71%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Experimental  &lt;/span&gt;                   68%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bondage     &lt;/span&gt;                           54%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vanilla  &lt;/span&gt;                                 43%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Degradation Lover &lt;/span&gt;           39%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Switch  &lt;/span&gt;                                   36%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dominant&lt;/span&gt;                              29%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sadist        &lt;/span&gt;                              21%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exhibitionist / Voyeur&lt;/span&gt;       0%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...its here, if you want to try:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://quizfarm.com/quizzes/Sex/poeticthinker/do-you-have-an-inclination-for-bdsm/#&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-1379989883559272657?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/1379989883559272657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=1379989883559272657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/1379989883559272657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/1379989883559272657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2011/07/numbers-are-in.html' title='the numbers are in'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-7993716422555687013</id><published>2011-07-16T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T00:30:01.164-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writings'/><title type='text'>transparent</title><content type='html'>I see right through you,&lt;br /&gt;Your petty charade,&lt;br /&gt;The dance you started,&lt;br /&gt;But don't know the steps to.&lt;br /&gt;I see your lies,&lt;br /&gt;Like a bittersweet kiss,&lt;br /&gt;You play heartstrings,&lt;br /&gt;While venom seeps in.&lt;br /&gt;I see right through you,&lt;br /&gt;And the games that you play,&lt;br /&gt;The untruths you tell,&lt;br /&gt;To make it through your day.&lt;br /&gt;I see your lies,&lt;br /&gt;Please walk away,&lt;br /&gt;You're not wanted here,&lt;br /&gt;My heart's not yours,&lt;br /&gt;To break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-7993716422555687013?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/7993716422555687013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=7993716422555687013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/7993716422555687013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/7993716422555687013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2011/07/transparent.html' title='transparent'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-9156990674191416443</id><published>2011-07-06T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T00:29:04.607-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writings'/><title type='text'>Lady Luck</title><content type='html'>Lady Luck is not a friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;I joke I was doomed from the start,&lt;br /&gt;A product of the day of my birth,&lt;br /&gt;My lucky number,&lt;br /&gt;My favorite feline,&lt;br /&gt;A cosmic joke of the creator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady Luck is not a friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;A cruel mistress she has been.&lt;br /&gt;I try to break her hold on me,&lt;br /&gt;But she wins,&lt;br /&gt;Again and again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-9156990674191416443?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/9156990674191416443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=9156990674191416443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/9156990674191416443'/><link 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through the night,&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Looking for trouble...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The silence creeps up on me,&lt;br /&gt;     Yearning for trouble...&lt;br /&gt;Craving something to refresh&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wishing for trouble...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These soulful tendencies.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Longing for ...trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have what I need?&lt;br /&gt;Can you quench this thirst I feel?&lt;br /&gt;Can you bring desire to its knees?&lt;br /&gt;Are you trouble?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-3705715072430199203?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/3705715072430199203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=3705715072430199203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/3705715072430199203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/3705715072430199203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2011/07/trouble.html' title='Trouble'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-492560766823815879</id><published>2011-07-01T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T00:26:11.507-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writings'/><title type='text'>words</title><content type='html'>It is times like these that rip into my soul.&lt;br /&gt;A rendering so complete you can see the blood flow...&lt;br /&gt;Can you taste it as it trickles 'cross my lips...&lt;br /&gt;My words unheard?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-492560766823815879?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/492560766823815879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=492560766823815879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/492560766823815879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/492560766823815879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2011/07/words.html' title='words'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-1075567042340372602</id><published>2011-06-22T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T00:24:56.681-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>..within you..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rX917y1Ly8o" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you turned my world, you precious thing&lt;br /&gt;You starve and near exhaust me&lt;br /&gt;Everything I've done, I've done for you&lt;br /&gt;I move the stars for no one&lt;br /&gt;You've run so long&lt;br /&gt;You've run so far&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes can be so cruel&lt;br /&gt;Just as I can be so cruel&lt;br /&gt;Though I do believe in you&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do&lt;br /&gt;Live without the sunlight&lt;br /&gt;Love without your heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;I, I can't live within you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-1075567042340372602?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/1075567042340372602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=1075567042340372602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/1075567042340372602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/1075567042340372602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2011/06/within-you.html' title='..within you..'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rX917y1Ly8o/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-309704242280355977</id><published>2011-06-20T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T00:10:28.954-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craving'/><title type='text'>sin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello my newest friend...&lt;br /&gt;You slip sin across my lips with you sweet ruby kiss,&lt;br /&gt;Whispering the Nothings I so need to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-309704242280355977?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/309704242280355977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=309704242280355977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/309704242280355977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/309704242280355977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2011/06/sin.html' title='sin'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-1639074551198351729</id><published>2011-06-03T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T03:20:39.220-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craving'/><title type='text'>ticking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll106/tatsncorsets/eye-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 115px;" src="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll106/tatsncorsets/eye-4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weary, the world  gnaws at my soul.&lt;br /&gt;Still searching, for what I don’t know. &lt;br /&gt;The days  seem to drag by,&lt;br /&gt;...but the time, it flies. &lt;br /&gt;I am complete in that I smile,  I live, I learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet…&lt;br /&gt;...it feels as if every other breath is stolen  from me,&lt;br /&gt;...the rhythm that completes my dreams. &lt;br /&gt;A touch not yet felt but  all too familiar,&lt;br /&gt;...a part of my soul stashed away in another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I search  for that piece that may never be found,&lt;br /&gt;For it’s all I can do until the  clock finally winds down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-1639074551198351729?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/1639074551198351729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=1639074551198351729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/1639074551198351729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/1639074551198351729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2011/06/ticking.html' title='ticking'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-8160858553878733187</id><published>2010-11-21T18:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T03:15:42.032-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craving'/><title type='text'>echos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;He echos through  my mind like some unwritten brand across my flesh.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how I try,  I cannot the shake the feeling of his breath on my soul.&lt;br /&gt;I close my  eyes, wishing to the skies to take this memory from me.&lt;br /&gt;Leave me whole  again, to pursue another course and find a place to call my own.&lt;br /&gt;And  just when I sigh and think I may be free from the words he has etched  across my mind,&lt;br /&gt;Here he comes once again, dancing across my vision,  tempting fate, tempting emotion, tempting flesh.&lt;br /&gt;And thus I sit and  wait, praying against that fateful day when he sets me free once and for  all...&lt;br /&gt;...or finally claims me as his own.&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll106/tatsncorsets/tattoos/tattoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 100px;" src="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll106/tatsncorsets/tattoos/tattoo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-8160858553878733187?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/8160858553878733187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=8160858553878733187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/8160858553878733187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/8160858553878733187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2010/11/echos.html' title='echos'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll106/tatsncorsets/tattoos/th_tattoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-626952042555244047</id><published>2010-10-22T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T03:09:37.862-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craving'/><title type='text'>tendrils</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Time to step back,  and breathe it all in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ideas like tendrils of smoke tickle my skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wrapped 'round wrists,  bound by a thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Obscuring the vision and  clearness of mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;They have invaded my dreams, these tendrils, I find. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Time to step back, and breathe it all in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Consume from within and let it  seep in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;The mind still fights what the soul has  submitted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;But I know  I have already given over to their call,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Resistance was lost as my  knees hit the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll106/tatsncorsets/fetish/Bound_Angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 223px;" src="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll106/tatsncorsets/fetish/Bound_Angel.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-626952042555244047?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/626952042555244047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=626952042555244047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/626952042555244047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/626952042555244047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2010/10/tendrils.html' title='tendrils'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll106/tatsncorsets/fetish/th_Bound_Angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-8696480530334908804</id><published>2010-10-16T16:11:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T16:47:04.862-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minis'/><title type='text'>A year...</title><content type='html'>...has gone by.  I have sat here and opened up this very page so many times, staring at the blank canvas before me, wondering... should I? Can I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way, I miss it...&lt;br /&gt;In a way, I don't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a lot of work for me to keep up with at a time when time was at a premium. But time is &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; at a preminum these days, possibly even more so than back then.  I was also so torn, having to segregate my life into so many pieces, one for each mask I had to wear, hide but don't hide, share but don't share. I think I started to lose myself in some aspect. So I just down, tuned out, stuck my head in the sand, so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were other reasons. So much has happened...&lt;br /&gt;No suprise, FG and I went our separate ways. It was fun while it lasted and I do miss him sometimes, but there was never any future for us. Our individual wants and needs just would never line up. He could never offer me want I truly needed. Hitting me all at that same time was the discovery that my daughter had developed an autoimmune disorder, along with, my health having been in a downward spiral for over 4 years, finding out I also have the same disease.  I had just gone undiagnosed for so long, that my body had basically started to shut down. There were nights I was not sure I was going to wake in the morning.  All this while still working, trying to finish school, taking care of my kids, ...now having to find a new place to live and move, losing FG.  It certainly took its toll on me and it didn't get easier from there... I was forced to make some decisions I regret and am still suffering the consequences of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, that is all coming to an end. My health is improving, and while it will take years to fully recover, I am a thousand times better than I was.  I finished school finally and am now working in that field! The bad decision I locked myself to expires in a month. So, life is still hectic and stressful, but it's getting there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, again, why am I here? I still don't truly know. An outlet, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;I have started writing a bit again and posting in another journal, but this site keeps calling to me.. this is mine, I created it, it is my canvas to create upon. My writings should go here. Should they not? I am pretty sure this page will evolve into something other than what it was. For now, I am going to write. Maybe someday I will do photographs again. I did have fun coming up with new ideas and shots each week... but it was very time consuming doing it all on my own without any support. &lt;em&gt;The autotimer dance!&lt;/em&gt; ;) I will just have to see. I need to evolve personally, cause what I have been doing isn't working.  Thus, will my world around me evolve...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-8696480530334908804?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/8696480530334908804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=8696480530334908804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/8696480530334908804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/8696480530334908804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2010/10/year.html' title='A year...'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-7025351865005178352</id><published>2010-10-14T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T03:05:23.471-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writings'/><title type='text'>canvas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Light tickles  across softly scented flesh,&lt;br /&gt;like butterflies dancing a tune.&lt;br /&gt;You hear  in your mind the music playing&lt;br /&gt;as your breath on her skin draws forth&lt;br /&gt;the notes from her throat in a tender sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Nails upon this pale canvas  is the crescendo to this song&lt;br /&gt;as her sighs turn into low moans.&lt;br /&gt;Thus  like art her skin is yours to paint&lt;br /&gt;and her voice is yours to compose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll106/tatsncorsets/fetish/LuminousImpression-fetish3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 319px;" src="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll106/tatsncorsets/fetish/LuminousImpression-fetish3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-7025351865005178352?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/7025351865005178352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=7025351865005178352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/7025351865005178352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/7025351865005178352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2010/10/canvas.html' title='canvas'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll106/tatsncorsets/fetish/th_LuminousImpression-fetish3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-3294679933902018815</id><published>2010-10-13T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T02:56:22.446-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craving'/><title type='text'>drown</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;this is the  end...&lt;br /&gt;a new tide rushes in and crashes over my face,&lt;br /&gt;upturned toward  the sun,&lt;br /&gt;hoping to catch the last rays&lt;br /&gt;like honey on the tongue before  the end of this day.&lt;br /&gt;you are the sea...&lt;br /&gt;i dare to breathe in, to drown in  your strength&lt;br /&gt;and flood the senses with your embrace.&lt;br /&gt;down into the  depths i crave to sink in.&lt;br /&gt;but... this is so much more&lt;br /&gt;than just the surf  tickling the toes&lt;br /&gt;on a stroll along the beach.&lt;br /&gt;this is eternity...&lt;br /&gt;to let  the cold sink in and warm from within,&lt;br /&gt;to completely give over and just  breathe you in.&lt;br /&gt;a sense of panic before the kiss...&lt;br /&gt;can i suffer this  pain&lt;br /&gt;to dance in the euphoric abyss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/Buddy7761/underwater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 303px;" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/Buddy7761/underwater.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-3294679933902018815?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/3294679933902018815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=3294679933902018815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/3294679933902018815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/3294679933902018815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2010/10/drown.html' title='drown'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-5936307534904689239</id><published>2010-10-10T02:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T02:42:06.037-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craving'/><title type='text'>for you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Words dance across  my fingertips and down onto this page.&lt;br /&gt;A whisper of the rage that burns  ins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;ide.&lt;br /&gt;No font can show the longing, no bold face type convey the  scream I hold back.&lt;br /&gt;All I have is these words, and this need.&lt;br /&gt;Can you  read?&lt;br /&gt;Do you see?&lt;br /&gt;Can you see me in this pitiful poetry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am  lonely, I will admit to that much.&lt;br /&gt;And these words are my crutch that  keeps me going each day.&lt;br /&gt;My little way to siphon off some of the  commotion that builds up inside&lt;br /&gt;...and haunts me at night when the sheets  by my side are empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But pity me not.&lt;br /&gt;That does me no good,&lt;br /&gt;and not  want I want anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Just please read my words,&lt;br /&gt;and believe they're for  you,&lt;br /&gt;and hold in your heart what I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p71/mili_lily/Writing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 174px;" src="http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p71/mili_lily/Writing.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-5936307534904689239?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/5936307534904689239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=5936307534904689239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/5936307534904689239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/5936307534904689239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2010/10/for-you.html' title='for you...'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-5560353779337642575</id><published>2010-09-20T01:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T02:34:24.794-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craving'/><title type='text'>ache</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Send to me angels  or demons, I say.&lt;br /&gt;Let loose your chained desires and upon my flesh you  can play.&lt;br /&gt;Taste the salt tears as they blend with my soul until it  bleeds upon white sheets and stains your core.&lt;br /&gt;I know you hide these  thoughts, just the same as I do.&lt;br /&gt;They wake you at night, leave you  aching and blue.&lt;br /&gt;You can almost feel the flesh under your fingers  sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Almost feel another's heat upon the sheets by your side.&lt;br /&gt;Does  it scare you as it does me? To feel this rush?&lt;br /&gt;Time to free these  monsters as I ache for your touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll106/tatsncorsets/fun%20n%20flirty/ICEANGEL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 290px;" src="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll106/tatsncorsets/fun%20n%20flirty/ICEANGEL.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-5560353779337642575?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/5560353779337642575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=5560353779337642575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/5560353779337642575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/5560353779337642575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2010/09/ache.html' title='ache'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll106/tatsncorsets/fun%20n%20flirty/th_ICEANGEL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-2683850798584981343</id><published>2010-09-18T12:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T02:42:37.689-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writings'/><title type='text'>demons</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;caught between my  demons&lt;br /&gt;one one each side,&lt;br /&gt;holding me down,&lt;br /&gt;cheering on the crowd...&lt;br /&gt;who  came to watch the spectacle of me drown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see there is no angel,&lt;br /&gt;no  perfect choice,&lt;br /&gt;just my two growing evils&lt;br /&gt;and a tiny inner voice...&lt;br /&gt;telling me to breath it all in and let them begin to tear my soul apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is no lesser of the two..&lt;br /&gt;they are both flawed.&lt;br /&gt;neither wants  this whole,&lt;br /&gt;they just want their own piece of their perfection,&lt;br /&gt;their  own vision of my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait...i close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;i take a deep breath and  let the pain rush inside.&lt;br /&gt;feel the burn of the drowning as i give myself  over.&lt;br /&gt;there is no winning it seems&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes the pain is better  than the searching&lt;br /&gt;and they are stronger than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;go ahead, take your  pieces you demons of mine,&lt;br /&gt;to the victor goes the spoils,&lt;br /&gt;i am tired of  the fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh220/soljachris/demons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 306px;" src="http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh220/soljachris/demons.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll106/tatsncorsets/fetish/Bound_Angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-2683850798584981343?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/2683850798584981343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=2683850798584981343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/2683850798584981343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/2683850798584981343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2010/09/caught-between-my-demons-one-one-each.html' title='demons'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-6765909960691137417</id><published>2010-09-07T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T02:19:50.823-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craving'/><title type='text'>haunting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;You haunt me and  you hurt me so...&lt;br /&gt;unbeknownst to you as you sit there in your own world  playing your God-like games.&lt;br /&gt;Desire withdrawn, hot then cold, you lead  me on.&lt;br /&gt;No leash, but a leash all the same. So it goes.&lt;br /&gt;Like a moth to a  flame, knowing it will get burnt, get hurt...&lt;br /&gt;...yet craving your words.&lt;br /&gt;You haunt my fantasies, my realities are tainted since your touch.&lt;br /&gt;There  is no other who seems to know me so much... yet,&lt;br /&gt;...you know me not at  all.&lt;br /&gt;And I sit here and yearn, and bleed my soul, and die a bit with  every passing day.&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, I am fine,' I say.&lt;br /&gt;And I turn to find another  way to make this pain go...&lt;br /&gt;...but it's comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;At least I have this  much, I try to tell myself.&lt;br /&gt;So close, yet so far away, so many miles, so  many days...&lt;br /&gt;...we go on with our lives.&lt;br /&gt;You go your way, and I'll go mine.&lt;br /&gt;There is no other choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll106/tatsncorsets/wish_I_could_forget__by_feverandmir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 245px;" src="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll106/tatsncorsets/wish_I_could_forget__by_feverandmir.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-6765909960691137417?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/6765909960691137417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=6765909960691137417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/6765909960691137417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/6765909960691137417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2010/09/haunting.html' title='haunting'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-6560071030446428625</id><published>2010-04-30T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T02:02:29.925-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craving'/><title type='text'>be still...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt; wish i could feel  your hands on my flesh, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.&lt;br /&gt;consuming my senses like an in-rushing tide.&lt;br /&gt;to be pinned down just by  the look in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;melted by the whisper of your voice in my ear.&lt;br /&gt;'be still, love...' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the times when the ache for what never was is the  strongest.&lt;br /&gt;these quiet moments when falling asleep...&lt;br /&gt;'be still...' they  tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll106/tatsncorsets/274dream-catcher2-m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 217px;" src="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll106/tatsncorsets/274dream-catcher2-m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-6560071030446428625?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/6560071030446428625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=6560071030446428625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/6560071030446428625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/6560071030446428625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2010/04/be-still.html' title='be still...'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-6179251305280340862</id><published>2009-09-24T00:01:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T23:26:01.022-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HNT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>HNT  26 ~ Colors are Pretty!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This commercial interuption is brought to you by...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372524331206243762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 413px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 419px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/So8KahSw9bI/AAAAAAAAAM0/XRiqY2LZ57E/s400/skittles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Friends likes to call me &lt;a href="http://www.rainbowbrite.tv/"&gt;Rainbow Brite&lt;/a&gt; and poke fun at my multicolored belongings... for the life of me, I cannot figure out where they came up with that one! ;)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384415379248743458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SrlJQnNFhCI/AAAAAAAAANc/JJ27Y7xGq4Q/s200/rainbowbrite.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://osbasso.blogspot.com/2005/05/guidelines-for-half-nekkid-thursday.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="HNT_1" src="http://static.flickr.com/26/45229803_19e22a0bee_o.gif" height="15" width="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-6179251305280340862?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/6179251305280340862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=6179251305280340862&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/6179251305280340862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/6179251305280340862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/09/hnt-26-colors-are-pretty.html' title='HNT  26 ~ Colors are Pretty!'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/So8KahSw9bI/AAAAAAAAAM0/XRiqY2LZ57E/s72-c/skittles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-3011416755721234020</id><published>2009-09-10T05:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T05:59:00.723-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HNT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>HNT 25 ~ Guests</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry I was not here &lt;em&gt;(last week),&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SqhPpHk7UQI/AAAAAAAAANU/cgrumRGu4hQ/s1600-h/couch_c.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379637322721218818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SqhPpHk7UQI/AAAAAAAAANU/cgrumRGu4hQ/s400/couch_c.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But I see that everyone has arrived!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://osbasso.blogspot.com/2005/05/guidelines-for-half-nekkid-thursday.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="15" alt="HNT_1" src="http://static.flickr.com/26/45229803_19e22a0bee_o.gif" width="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-3011416755721234020?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/3011416755721234020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=3011416755721234020&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/3011416755721234020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/3011416755721234020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/09/hnt-25-guests.html' title='HNT 25 ~ Guests'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SqhPpHk7UQI/AAAAAAAAANU/cgrumRGu4hQ/s72-c/couch_c.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-5839209944713952236</id><published>2009-08-29T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T20:32:33.923-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Exercise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;For those of us that don't follow a traditional exercise regimen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Turns out we are still getting a 'workout' after all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/Spdd3yDMb2I/AAAAAAAAANM/R3PKntNFdtE/s1600-h/image001.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374867893199335266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/Spdd3yDMb2I/AAAAAAAAANM/R3PKntNFdtE/s400/image001.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; *click it to big it*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-5839209944713952236?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/5839209944713952236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=5839209944713952236&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/5839209944713952236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/5839209944713952236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/08/exercise.html' title='Exercise'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/Spdd3yDMb2I/AAAAAAAAANM/R3PKntNFdtE/s72-c/image001.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-6936125969954898404</id><published>2009-08-27T14:28:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T14:44:56.637-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HNT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>HNT 24 ~ This Sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ha ha.. get it? Sucks?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just have one question...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374759059820820258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/Spb642HutyI/AAAAAAAAANE/5aZz9HluwPw/s400/DSC028270002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;How do I work this thing again?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://osbasso.blogspot.com/2005/05/guidelines-for-half-nekkid-thursday.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="15" alt="HNT_1" src="http://static.flickr.com/26/45229803_19e22a0bee_o.gif" width="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-6936125969954898404?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/6936125969954898404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=6936125969954898404&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/6936125969954898404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/6936125969954898404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/08/hnt-24-this-sucks.html' title='HNT 24 ~ This Sucks'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/Spb642HutyI/AAAAAAAAANE/5aZz9HluwPw/s72-c/DSC028270002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-5744796345517441890</id><published>2009-08-22T00:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T12:52:33.934-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>mmm...tasty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SpBMVPvQHhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/DyE9MpG5EwY/s1600-h/anus-burger-demotivational-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372878283338685970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SpBMVPvQHhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/DyE9MpG5EwY/s400/anus-burger-demotivational-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-5744796345517441890?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/5744796345517441890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=5744796345517441890&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/5744796345517441890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/5744796345517441890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/08/mmmtasty.html' title='mmm...tasty'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SpBMVPvQHhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/DyE9MpG5EwY/s72-c/anus-burger-demotivational-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-3308690571773617759</id><published>2009-08-20T01:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T01:48:55.579-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HNT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>HNT 23 ~ Party's Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So many of you stopped by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But now that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the party is over...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/So0L_ywfFyI/AAAAAAAAAMs/aMcTWooKsP4/s1600-h/PartysOver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371963121107670818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/So0L_ywfFyI/AAAAAAAAAMs/aMcTWooKsP4/s400/PartysOver.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Who is going to help me clean up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://osbasso.blogspot.com/2005/05/guidelines-for-half-nekkid-thursday.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="15" alt="HNT_1" src="http://static.flickr.com/26/45229803_19e22a0bee_o.gif" width="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-3308690571773617759?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/3308690571773617759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=3308690571773617759&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/3308690571773617759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/3308690571773617759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/08/hnt-23-partys-over.html' title='HNT 23 ~ Party&apos;s Over'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/So0L_ywfFyI/AAAAAAAAAMs/aMcTWooKsP4/s72-c/PartysOver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-7766213384048119147</id><published>2009-08-06T12:58:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T13:26:35.133-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HNT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>HNT 22 ~ Get out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/Sns54oMzPOI/AAAAAAAAAMk/XFuXGBDkCek/s1600-h/LeaveCR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366947025968643298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/Sns54oMzPOI/AAAAAAAAAMk/XFuXGBDkCek/s400/LeaveCR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/Sns2grGYbNI/AAAAAAAAAMc/SA3Ye7GDfGk/s1600-h/DSC02660(1)edit0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The "guest" is gone! The door is now locked!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While there is still a ton of things that need to be seen to, cleaned, studied, and avoided &lt;em&gt;(lol)...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is one less mouth to feed, to clean up after, to entertain, to babysit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*happy dance*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I haven't even had a chance to read any blogs since last week!! I checked my reader this morning... boy, do I have some catching up to do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I am off to read, to study, to stare at the dishes piled in the sink, to realize I used way too many exclamation points in this post...!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And don't even think of knocking on my door asking if you can stay for awhile!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This hotel is closed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unless you're naked and holding a bottle of Vodka, that is!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*wink*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://osbasso.blogspot.com/2005/05/guidelines-for-half-nekkid-thursday.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="15" alt="HNT_1" src="http://static.flickr.com/26/45229803_19e22a0bee_o.gif" width="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-7766213384048119147?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/7766213384048119147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=7766213384048119147&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/7766213384048119147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/7766213384048119147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/08/hnt-22-get-out.html' title='HNT 22 ~ Get out!'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/Sns54oMzPOI/AAAAAAAAAMk/XFuXGBDkCek/s72-c/LeaveCR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-2673100324632587615</id><published>2009-07-31T12:49:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T18:09:27.648-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Life - Not just a cereal!</title><content type='html'>if you have been wondering why I have disappeared (no TMI, HNT, Fill-ins) or didn't really care, ... My mind has just been too scattered to deal with anything but the necessities and right now there are WAY too many necessities pulling at my pant leg demanding attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope I can get back to my regularly scheduled programming soon. Stay tuned! &lt;em&gt;*wink*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364719491030442098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SnNP9B574HI/AAAAAAAAAMU/0ISpODplnxc/s400/static.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-2673100324632587615?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/2673100324632587615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=2673100324632587615&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/2673100324632587615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/2673100324632587615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-not-just-cereal.html' title='Life - Not just a cereal!'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SnNP9B574HI/AAAAAAAAAMU/0ISpODplnxc/s72-c/static.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-4765089394961399246</id><published>2009-07-26T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T00:10:00.467-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Accident Prone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SmvYMhane9I/AAAAAAAAAMM/J0HSITRdJSM/s1600-h/DSC025980001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...aaaannndd the Klutz award goes to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SmvYMhane9I/AAAAAAAAAMM/J0HSITRdJSM/s1600-h/DSC025980001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;callie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(insert applause here)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*fanning away the tears*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd like to thank my backup bottle of Vicodin, the ice pack in the frezzer, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...and also my kids for causing me to win this award!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to &lt;u&gt;WARN&lt;/u&gt; you... if you are easily grossed out, &lt;u&gt;don't click&lt;/u&gt;! And please &lt;u&gt;do&lt;/u&gt; ignore the ugly foot. LOL. The picture is the aftermath of my spaciness... this isn't the fun kinda bruise, so no pokie pokie &lt;a href="http://www.vanillaimpaired.com/"&gt;VanImp&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(exit stage left)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-4765089394961399246?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/4765089394961399246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=4765089394961399246&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/4765089394961399246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/4765089394961399246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/07/accident-prone.html' title='Accident Prone'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-8231134777510548820</id><published>2009-07-25T02:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T02:35:00.279-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Birth control</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s286.photobucket.com/albums/ll106/tatsncorsets/sayings/?action=view&amp;amp;current=family_planning.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll106/tatsncorsets/sayings/family_planning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-8231134777510548820?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/8231134777510548820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=8231134777510548820&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/8231134777510548820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/8231134777510548820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/07/birth-control.html' title='Birth control'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll106/tatsncorsets/sayings/th_family_planning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-5132745688142051051</id><published>2009-07-23T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T00:19:12.638-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HNT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>HNT 21 ~ The Shower #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SmfEoqsJ1UI/AAAAAAAAAME/RiIf8ovld_s/s1600-h/showerpt2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361470084341159234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SmfEoqsJ1UI/AAAAAAAAAME/RiIf8ovld_s/s400/showerpt2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ... but my showers are no longer mine. They have become his. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He has moved in and taken over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His hands playing across my skin along with the cool water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Replacing my 'quiet time' with pleasure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://osbasso.blogspot.com/2005/05/guidelines-for-half-nekkid-thursday.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="15" alt="HNT_1" src="http://static.flickr.com/26/45229803_19e22a0bee_o.gif" width="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...this is a continuation of last week's HNT which can be seen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/07/hnt-20-shower-1.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-5132745688142051051?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/5132745688142051051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=5132745688142051051&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/5132745688142051051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/5132745688142051051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/07/hnt-21-shower-2.html' title='HNT 21 ~ The Shower #2'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SmfEoqsJ1UI/AAAAAAAAAME/RiIf8ovld_s/s72-c/showerpt2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-134680585308061232</id><published>2009-07-21T15:51:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T16:21:53.684-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TMI-T'/><title type='text'>TMI Tuesday 22</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell us about... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Your first self-induced orgasm &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Your first other-induced orgasm &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Your first experience giving someone else an orgasm &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. Your first time witnessing another's orgasm not induced by you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. Since your first, what is the longest time you've gone between orgasms?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bonus (as in optional):Tell us about a particularly memorable orgasm you haven't mentioned yet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are the &lt;a href="http://tmituesday.blogspot.com/2009/07/tmi-tuesday-196-orgasmic-edition.html"&gt;TMI Tuesday&lt;/a&gt; questions for this week!&lt;br /&gt;Wha'? They're blank you say??&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's about what I drew when trying to think up the answers for them! Either because of really my bad memory, not really memorable, or repression I can't come up with answers to the first 4 questions (&lt;em&gt;and the Bonus&lt;/em&gt;)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know part of the reason I don't recall exact times is way back when... &lt;em&gt;lol&lt;/em&gt;... I wasn't sure if what I was experiencing was an orgasm! There were so many different levels to what I could feel, different sensations. There was never the 'big jump over the edge' I thought was supposed to &lt;s&gt;cum&lt;/s&gt; come.. just seemed to peak after peak after peak! Now, being &lt;s&gt;old&lt;/s&gt; a little more experienced and ed-u-macated, I know there are different kinds, intensities, and multiples of orgasms... at least for me! Whoo-hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I &lt;u&gt;can&lt;/u&gt; answer #5... &lt;strong&gt;almost a year&lt;/strong&gt;. I know this because, it was fairly recent and often mentioned, and a big part of the reason -&lt;em&gt;I think&lt;/em&gt;- my sexual appetite is insatiable now! I am making up for lost time! &lt;em&gt;*wink*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Happy Tuesday all... sure to head over to the folks at &lt;a href="http://tmituesday.blogspot.com/2009/07/tmi-tuesday-196-orgasmic-edition.html"&gt;TMI Tuesday&lt;/a&gt; to check out what others had to dish this week! I am off to study some more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-134680585308061232?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/134680585308061232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=134680585308061232&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/134680585308061232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/134680585308061232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/07/tmi-tuesday-22.html' title='TMI Tuesday 22'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-837160851835321088</id><published>2009-07-18T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T02:41:00.405-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Forecast</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s286.photobucket.com/albums/ll106/tatsncorsets/sayings/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Weather_Inuendo.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll106/tatsncorsets/sayings/Weather_Inuendo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hot with a chance of showers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-837160851835321088?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/837160851835321088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=837160851835321088&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/837160851835321088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/837160851835321088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/07/forecast.html' title='Forecast'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll106/tatsncorsets/sayings/th_Weather_Inuendo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-6220387263402784982</id><published>2009-07-17T00:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T00:04:04.700-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday-FI'/><title type='text'>Just Filler... #8</title><content type='html'>1. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Vodka&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;sex&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; make a quick and easy dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lost Souls by Poppy Z. Brite&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is the book I'm reading right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. July brings back memories of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;ovens, the fires of hell, and blast furnaces.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The fact that I am a klutz&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was &lt;strong&gt;(painfully) &lt;/strong&gt;obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. They say if you tell your dreams &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;that you want better ones, they wont listen&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Just give me what I want and then I will &lt;em&gt;try&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to think it over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;the horizontal tango&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, tomorrow my plans include &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;visiting with family&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and Sunday, I want to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;stick my head in the sand like an ostrich&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="50" alt="ffi" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3518/3200015130_1ceb740230_t.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-6220387263402784982?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/6220387263402784982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=6220387263402784982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/6220387263402784982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/6220387263402784982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-filler-8.html' title='Just Filler... #8'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3518/3200015130_1ceb740230_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-7447748960152343857</id><published>2009-07-16T13:32:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T16:56:26.154-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HNT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>HNT 20 ~ The Shower #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/Sl-7vj1_OyI/AAAAAAAAAL0/LwKgpEIZRzQ/s1600-h/DSC02542(1)0001+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359208507344108322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/Sl-7vj1_OyI/AAAAAAAAAL0/LwKgpEIZRzQ/s400/DSC02542(1)0001+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My showers used to be my time to myself, away from the kids, at the end of a stressful day. Letting the hot water play across skin, beat against aching neck muscles and back, I would just stand there and close my eyes, feeling the day rinse away...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://osbasso.blogspot.com/2005/05/guidelines-for-half-nekkid-thursday.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="15" alt="HNT_1" src="http://static.flickr.com/26/45229803_19e22a0bee_o.gif" width="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-7447748960152343857?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/7447748960152343857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=7447748960152343857&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/7447748960152343857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/7447748960152343857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/07/hnt-20-shower-1.html' title='HNT 20 ~ The Shower #1'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/Sl-7vj1_OyI/AAAAAAAAAL0/LwKgpEIZRzQ/s72-c/DSC02542(1)0001+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-6677656828712874666</id><published>2009-07-14T12:50:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T13:19:26.443-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TMI-T'/><title type='text'>TMI Tuesday 21</title><content type='html'>I can't say that my answers are going to be all that interesting, but for lack of anything better, I am playing this week. :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Have you ever attended a group masturbation party? Same-sex or mixed?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, in the sense that this question was asked... No. I have not been around solely for the sake of watching, nor participated in a group masturbation. (Not interested in and too shy to be an acitve participant.) I have, however, been around and seen group masturbation taking place, just due to location. &lt;em&gt;Did that make any sense at all!?! LOL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. When masturbating, as you reach orgasm, do you continue to stimulate yourself without interruption, or do you stop and apply pressure until your spasms subside? Or?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rarely masturbate, but I think its different each time I do. If I am just trying to get off once, I have to stop or I can keep orgasming. If I am going for multiples, I will keep it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Have you ever video'ed yourself while masturbating (solo)? Where are they now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does a camera phone count? Was just a minute clip, and if it didn't get deleted, then it is on my computer somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. Have you ever look at porn online? Have you ever posted at porn online?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have looked. ;) and have posted pornographic photos, but not porn per se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. Do you send/recieve dirty email jokes and pictures?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so much anymore. I still recieve some from friends, but really don't have time to sit and forward everything that hits my inbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bonus: Have you ever told someone they were good in bed when they weren't?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I have ever told a bad lay that they were good, but I have exaggerated how much I enjoyed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tmituesday.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298594793092890642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 80px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 15px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SYhj5CMJQBI/AAAAAAAAAGc/moSr_eF-www/s200/tmi.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-6677656828712874666?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/6677656828712874666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=6677656828712874666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/6677656828712874666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/6677656828712874666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/07/tmi-tuesday-21.html' title='TMI Tuesday 21'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SYhj5CMJQBI/AAAAAAAAAGc/moSr_eF-www/s72-c/tmi.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-8973429572729628363</id><published>2009-07-10T14:07:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T14:30:38.729-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>I iz construktun</title><content type='html'>Cause torture is fun, and that is what this will be to my lil' perfectionist mind, AND I have decided I have nothing better to do &lt;em&gt;(ha!)...&lt;/em&gt; I have started to do some tweaking with the page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll106/tatsncorsets/blog%20stuff/UnderConstruction.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll106/tatsncorsets/blog%20stuff/UnderConstruction.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bear &lt;em&gt;(or bare)&lt;/em&gt; with me while I work on getting everything the way I want it to look and/or back into its correct place... or a close facsmilie thereof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, let me know what you think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Like the old better.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Like the new better.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fuck 'em both, find something else, callie!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop babbling and just get nekkid!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, the last really isn't an option because while nekkid is good, I still need a cool layout. :-P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-8973429572729628363?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/8973429572729628363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=8973429572729628363&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/8973429572729628363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/8973429572729628363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-iz-construktun.html' title='I iz construktun'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll106/tatsncorsets/blog%20stuff/th_UnderConstruction.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-4453989870002694953</id><published>2009-07-10T00:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T00:13:17.187-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday-FI'/><title type='text'>Just Filler... #7</title><content type='html'>1. The last thing I ate was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Life cereal&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;iced tea&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Groceries&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is something I recently bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When it rains, it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;smells wonderful outside.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;My munchkin&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was the first person I talked to today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Hugs are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;comfort food for the soul&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I wish my bed had some&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; extra comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;meeting my new niece&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, tomorrow my plans include &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;clean, clean, cleaning&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and Sunday, I want to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;find out I won the lottery&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="50" alt="ffi" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3518/3200015130_1ceb740230_t.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy Friday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-4453989870002694953?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/4453989870002694953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=4453989870002694953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/4453989870002694953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/4453989870002694953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-filler-7.html' title='Just Filler... #7'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3518/3200015130_1ceb740230_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-6984975368313229041</id><published>2009-07-09T13:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T13:43:30.142-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HNT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>HNT 19 ~ Belted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SlZVGiySxmI/AAAAAAAAALc/PHfAr4HoK1E/s1600-h/strapped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356562377709110882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SlZVGiySxmI/AAAAAAAAALc/PHfAr4HoK1E/s400/strapped.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://osbasso.blogspot.com/2005/05/guidelines-for-half-nekkid-thursday.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="15" alt="HNT_1" src="http://static.flickr.com/26/45229803_19e22a0bee_o.gif" width="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-6984975368313229041?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/6984975368313229041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=6984975368313229041&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/6984975368313229041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/6984975368313229041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/07/hnt-19-belted.html' title='HNT 19 ~ Belted'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SlZVGiySxmI/AAAAAAAAALc/PHfAr4HoK1E/s72-c/strapped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-7192916525896428193</id><published>2009-07-07T12:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T12:33:06.149-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TMI-T'/><title type='text'>TMI Tuesday 20</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Where was the first place you ever had sex?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the guy's apartment... on the bed, in the shower, on the counter. Later on he ended up moving out of that place, and I moved in there with his old roomate (nothing romantic). Was a total shithole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. How often do you lie?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try not to, but it happens to protect the innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. If you could only be one, would you rather be smart or good looking?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am already one and not the other as it is &lt;em&gt;(IMO).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. Have you ever passed out or suffered memory loss from drinking too much?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I supposed to know! I was either passed out or forgot!!&lt;em&gt; *grin*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. Top or bottom?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Bottom. I love the feeling of being pinned down, his large body over mine, being ground into the bedsheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bonus: Do you have any catalogs for toys/videos/lingere delivered to your home?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in a long long time. If I want something of that nature I will either jump online or go to one of the numerous adult stores we have in this area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tmituesday.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298594793092890642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 80px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 15px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SYhj5CMJQBI/AAAAAAAAAGc/moSr_eF-www/s200/tmi.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-7192916525896428193?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/7192916525896428193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=7192916525896428193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/7192916525896428193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/7192916525896428193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/07/tmi-tuesday-20.html' title='TMI Tuesday 20'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SYhj5CMJQBI/AAAAAAAAAGc/moSr_eF-www/s72-c/tmi.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-6466140868001601655</id><published>2009-07-04T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T12:55:35.856-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy 4th</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s286.photobucket.com/albums/ll106/tatsncorsets/hump%20day/?action=view&amp;amp;current=4th18.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll106/tatsncorsets/hump%20day/4th18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-6466140868001601655?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/6466140868001601655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=6466140868001601655&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/6466140868001601655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/6466140868001601655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-4th.html' title='Happy 4th'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll106/tatsncorsets/hump%20day/th_4th18.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-2431183435481228940</id><published>2009-07-03T13:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T13:31:57.223-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday-FI'/><title type='text'>Just Filler... #6</title><content type='html'>1. When I heard &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I had saturday night off&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;was happy and sad at the same time&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;A good strong drink is usually the&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; best medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. It's late, but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I am still awake with lots to do and nothing done!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Busy, busy, busy as&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My eyes have seen &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;way more than I will ever speak about&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Live, laugh, and love&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; strongly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;to trying to get a good nights sleep&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, tomorrow my plans include &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;a night off and fireworks&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and Sunday, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I want to pretend I don't have a double load at work!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="50" alt="ffi" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3518/3200015130_1ceb740230_t.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-2431183435481228940?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/2431183435481228940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=2431183435481228940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/2431183435481228940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/2431183435481228940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-filler-6.html' title='Just Filler... #6'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3518/3200015130_1ceb740230_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-5348826588171957515</id><published>2009-07-02T12:11:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T13:24:49.282-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HNT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>HNT 18 ~ Window</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Outside, its... way too bright for my tastes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355816230281275266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SlOufDAv54I/AAAAAAAAAK8/K0HoXW4bjGE/s400/DSC02432(1)0001+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Too hot as well.&lt;br /&gt;I think I will stay inside today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://osbasso.blogspot.com/2005/05/guidelines-for-half-nekkid-thursday.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="15" alt="HNT_1" src="http://static.flickr.com/26/45229803_19e22a0bee_o.gif" width="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-5348826588171957515?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/5348826588171957515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=5348826588171957515&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/5348826588171957515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/5348826588171957515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/07/hnt-18-tbd.html' title='HNT 18 ~ Window'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SlOufDAv54I/AAAAAAAAAK8/K0HoXW4bjGE/s72-c/DSC02432(1)0001+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-4433825875966593638</id><published>2009-06-29T18:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T13:07:27.539-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TMI-T'/><title type='text'>TMI Tuesday 19</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. How many speeding tickets have you had? Accidents?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm...tickets?? I have no clue what you are talking about!! Honest! &lt;em&gt;lmao&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accidents... nothing major &lt;em&gt;*knock on wood*&lt;/em&gt; and I don't think any of them were ever my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Boxers, briefs or commando?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boxer-briefs! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Have you ever had sex in your office or your place of employment?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times! I will have to leave out details for the sake of anonymity, but it was an adult-oriented business and I would have a little fun after hours or on my nights off occasionally. And, no, I wasn't a porn star - too camera shy! :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. Do you or your so own a motorcycle? Do you ever ride one? Do you wear a helmet when you ride?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to! &lt;em&gt;*pout*&lt;/em&gt; I am actually a certified mechanic (well, in another life) and have always loved motorcycles. However, I have not ridden in many many moons. &lt;em&gt;*again, pout*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. Ever been skinny dipping?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, a few times. In my own pool, in others, in public! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bonus: Ever been arrested? Turned someone in/had someone arrested?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Never been arrested myself. I'm a good girl! &lt;em&gt;*wink*&lt;/em&gt; I have called the cops on a few people (some more than once) but I don't think they were ever arrested, per se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tmituesday.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298594793092890642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 80px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 15px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SYhj5CMJQBI/AAAAAAAAAGc/moSr_eF-www/s200/tmi.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-4433825875966593638?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/4433825875966593638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=4433825875966593638&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/4433825875966593638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/4433825875966593638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/06/tmi-tuesday-19.html' title='TMI Tuesday 19'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SYhj5CMJQBI/AAAAAAAAAGc/moSr_eF-www/s72-c/tmi.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-6206051016469774991</id><published>2009-06-28T03:28:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T23:26:33.925-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>voracious appetite</title><content type='html'>When did I become a nymphomaniac??&lt;br /&gt;I am still trying to &lt;s&gt;finger&lt;/s&gt; figure this out myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want it everyday. I want it again right after I've had it. I cum over and over and still want more... still want those sensations, still want that fullness, those core-rocking shudders. My body is giving out long before my sex drive does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Of course, I am sure that the fact that in the previous 4 years the numbers of times I bumped uglies could be counted on only 2 hands factors into it somewhere!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, maybe it is because, that now I am &lt;s&gt;old&lt;/s&gt; out of my 20's, I am on that upward climb to my sexual peak? ? ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If that's the case, Lord help anyone with a penis and a pulse by the time I reach the top!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-6206051016469774991?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/6206051016469774991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=6206051016469774991&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/6206051016469774991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/6206051016469774991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/06/voracious-appetite.html' title='voracious appetite'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-8565353495026818571</id><published>2009-06-26T16:17:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T23:27:09.529-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><title type='text'>Shower Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;She had barely stepped into the shower with him when he grabbed her, bent her over and shoved his cock in. This being a regular occurrence, her body settles into the fullness she knows so well. His hands begin exploring her body, caressing her legs and back, molding her flesh under his strong grasp. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grabbing her hips, he begins to move in her. The cool water spraying across his body slowly finds its way across hers, dripping from her eyes and lips as she pants her pleasure. Her hands are pressed to the smooth wall in front of her, holding on, pushing back with each thrust he deals to her upturned backside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;His roaming hand eventually finds its way to her throbbing clit. The other is torturing one of her nipples sending exquisite pain through her. His cock grinding into her, her knees buckle as he makes her cum repeatedly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is not finished, but he pulls out, stands her up and puts her into the spray of the water. After taking a minute to compose herself, she begins to rinse off.. &lt;em&gt;the original purpose of the shower&lt;/em&gt;! She feels him move up to her. His body pressed full-length against her, she sighs, reveling in the feel of his skin. She leans back into him as he nibbles at her neck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He grabs her hand in one of his, her neck in his other, and pushes her over again, puts her hand up to the wall, apparently changing his mind about finishing later. The spray of water is now hitting her full on neck and face, pouring across her eyes and lips. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He shoves in and pounds her pussy for just a few minutes before once again pulling out. This time turning her around to face him and pinning her against the wall. His body pressing her flat, he holds her wrists in one hand far above her head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Biting, pinching, caressing every inch of her, teasing her clit to a couple more orgasms. The only thing keeping her on her toes is her wrists far above in his strong grasp. Leaving her breathless, he shuts off the water and orders her out of the shower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much for getting clean...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-8565353495026818571?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/8565353495026818571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=8565353495026818571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/8565353495026818571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/8565353495026818571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/06/shower-time.html' title='Shower Time'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-7163777129157510413</id><published>2009-06-26T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T00:02:15.428-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday-FI'/><title type='text'>Just Filler... #5</title><content type='html'>And...here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. She had a great &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;little laugh that always makes me smile&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My laptop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is by my side, always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I know this: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;life is never easy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I long for quiet moments when everything is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. These words apply to me: &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;trusting/gullible, strong/weak, loving, procrastinator, &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;and horny!&lt;/u&gt; ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When I opened my eyes around 5am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the sun was shining. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(ugh!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;working &lt;em&gt;(not!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, tomorrow my plans include &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;telling the kids 'no' 5 hundred billion times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; and Sunday, I want to &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;run naked and screaming down the street&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="50" alt="ffi" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3518/3200015130_1ceb740230_t.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-7163777129157510413?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/7163777129157510413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=7163777129157510413&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/7163777129157510413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/7163777129157510413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-filler-5.html' title='Just Filler... #5'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3518/3200015130_1ceb740230_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-1207550173086724133</id><published>2009-06-25T14:19:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T13:27:20.067-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HNT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>HNT 17 ~ School Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SlOvYIqLYEI/AAAAAAAAALE/xm98Y8dKF5o/s1600-h/books10001+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355817211049762882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SlOvYIqLYEI/AAAAAAAAALE/xm98Y8dKF5o/s400/books10001+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  ..and this isn't even all of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://osbasso.blogspot.com/2005/05/guidelines-for-half-nekkid-thursday.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="15" alt="HNT_1" src="http://static.flickr.com/26/45229803_19e22a0bee_o.gif" width="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-1207550173086724133?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/1207550173086724133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=1207550173086724133&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/1207550173086724133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/1207550173086724133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/06/hnt-17-school-books.html' title='HNT 17 ~ School Books'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SlOvYIqLYEI/AAAAAAAAALE/xm98Y8dKF5o/s72-c/books10001+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-6256043621214884256</id><published>2009-06-23T12:31:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T23:28:00.185-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TMI-T'/><title type='text'>TMI Tuesday 18</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Would you stay in a loveless relationship for the amazing sex?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely not. Been there, done that. Just ends up being a loveless relationship and &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; sex at some point. I am in love with being " in love" and because I am an emotional lover, I need and thrive on that connection with someone that grows over time to really sustain an amazing sex life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. If you could only have one, which would you choose: love that lasts forever or great, body numbing sex?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this just a rewording of the first question??&lt;br /&gt;Love that lasts forever. Sex is just an hour (or 3) out of the day... it's that other 21 hours together where you really get to know and grow with someone, lean on and care for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Looking back at your past loves, which one should you have married/taken back and who should you have tossed earlier than you did?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is not anyone that I can think of that I should have taken back or married, and they &lt;u&gt;ALL&lt;/u&gt; should have been tossed earlier than than they were. I have what has been termed 'Damsel in Distress Syndrome' (&lt;em&gt;invented by my father, cause he has it too, lol&lt;/em&gt;). I think I can "fix" people, but they always end up dragging me down with them instead. I am also bad at saying no, don't like to hurt people's feelings, and try to think 'tomorrow will be better'... 4 years later, the relationship is still crappy, I have wasted 4 years, and I am unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing my best to make sure that doesn't happen again. I am not getting any younger(!) and refuse to waste another year on someone that isn't in it for me as much as I am in it for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. if you had one last fuck in you where, how and who would you “give it” to?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh.. I have absolutely no clue. If it's my last ever, then I damn better make sure its good! and there are several people who could help me accomplish that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. Which is more important sex, money, love and happiness? (and no, you can’t pick’em all)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I can't pick them all, but they do all factor into each other to a degree. If one is having troubles with their finances, relationship and/or sex life... this does effect their level of happiness. Therefore, Happiness is the most important, because if you have that ... everything else in life is in place. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tmituesday.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298594793092890642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 80px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 15px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SYhj5CMJQBI/AAAAAAAAAGc/moSr_eF-www/s200/tmi.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-6256043621214884256?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/6256043621214884256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=6256043621214884256&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/6256043621214884256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/6256043621214884256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/06/tmi-tuesday-18.html' title='TMI Tuesday 18'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SYhj5CMJQBI/AAAAAAAAAGc/moSr_eF-www/s72-c/tmi.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-673367519298913845</id><published>2009-06-18T00:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T00:52:37.685-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HNT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>HNT 16 ~ Marked</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am I,&lt;br /&gt;Am I still tough enough?&lt;br /&gt;Feels like i’m wearing down.&lt;br /&gt;Is my visciousness,&lt;br /&gt;Losing ground?&lt;br /&gt;Am I taking too much?&lt;br /&gt;Did I cross a line?&lt;br /&gt;I need my role in this,&lt;br /&gt;Very clearly defined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need your discipline.&lt;br /&gt;I need your help.&lt;br /&gt;I need your discipline.&lt;br /&gt;You know once I start,&lt;br /&gt;I cannot help myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it's starting up.&lt;br /&gt;Feels like i'm losing touch.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing matters to me.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing matters as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SjlvFOaTpEI/AAAAAAAAAKM/NrFm1rK6__4/s1600-h/DSC02361(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348428172880293666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SjlvFgc4ryI/AAAAAAAAAKk/gU7yAJKKYz4/s400/DSC02354(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;*clicky*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you left a mark,&lt;br /&gt;Up and down my skin.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I end,&lt;br /&gt;And where you begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need your discipline.&lt;br /&gt;I need your help.&lt;br /&gt;I need your discipline.&lt;br /&gt;You know once I start,&lt;br /&gt;I cannot help myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://osbasso.blogspot.com/2005/05/guidelines-for-half-nekkid-thursday.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="15" alt="HNT_1" src="http://static.flickr.com/26/45229803_19e22a0bee_o.gif" width="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;~lyrics from Nine Inch Nails - Discipline. You can see a video &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Lqsx2Jn4hE&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=AB406811D5A6C4F8&amp;amp;index=4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-673367519298913845?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/673367519298913845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=673367519298913845&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/673367519298913845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/673367519298913845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/06/marked.html' title='HNT 16 ~ Marked'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SjlvFgc4ryI/AAAAAAAAAKk/gU7yAJKKYz4/s72-c/DSC02354(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-5998375861713951656</id><published>2009-06-16T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T18:22:38.586-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TMI-T'/><title type='text'>TMI Tuesday 17</title><content type='html'>I am opting out of TMI Tuesday this week. Mostly cause my answers would be... &lt;em&gt;in no particular order...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;and, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, how interesting is that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do feel free to take a peek at this weeks questions &lt;a href="http://tmituesday.blogspot.com/2009/06/tmi-tuesday-191-weddings-edition.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and answer for yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Tuesday nonetheless.. &lt;a href="http://tmituesday.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298594793092890642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 80px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 15px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SYhj5CMJQBI/AAAAAAAAAGc/moSr_eF-www/s200/tmi.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-5998375861713951656?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/5998375861713951656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=5998375861713951656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/5998375861713951656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/5998375861713951656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/06/tmi-tuesday-17.html' title='TMI Tuesday 17'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SYhj5CMJQBI/AAAAAAAAAGc/moSr_eF-www/s72-c/tmi.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-3935626639319595562</id><published>2009-06-12T17:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T17:25:42.025-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday-FI'/><title type='text'>Just Filler... #4</title><content type='html'>And...here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I grew up thinking &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;but then having kids killed my brain cells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;MySpace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was the last website I was at before coming here.&lt;br /&gt;3. Why don't you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;tie me up and we'll go from there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fingers trailing across my back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; helps me relax&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; or turns me on.. well, both!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Thanks for the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;little moments that you make me smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Attempted blackmail is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;very off-putting.&lt;br /&gt;7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;my night off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, tomorrow my plans include &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;not letting the ex stess me out any further&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and Sunday, I want to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;get the next assignment for school turned in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="50" alt="ffi" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3518/3200015130_1ceb740230_t.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-3935626639319595562?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/3935626639319595562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=3935626639319595562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/3935626639319595562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/3935626639319595562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-filler-4.html' title='Just Filler... #4'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3518/3200015130_1ceb740230_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-4711580037463713423</id><published>2009-06-11T12:36:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T23:42:18.014-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HNT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>HNT... not.</title><content type='html'>I actually had my HNT idea planned out well in advance this week... &lt;em&gt;(usually I take the pictures minutes before posting - Hows that for fresh?!)&lt;/em&gt;... just needed to get the time to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I decided I was going to play babysitter all week. So, with 3 kids running the house, (2 of which won't take a nap), getting my HNT picture done is just not going to happen! &lt;em&gt;*pout*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and it was a good one too!!! Something, I believe, I have not done before - this won't just be a cutesy leg-shot (&lt;em&gt;if it comes out right&lt;/em&gt;). Well, I guess it will just have to wait until next week. So be sure to check back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://osbasso.blogspot.com/2005/05/guidelines-for-half-nekkid-thursday.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="HNT_1" src="http://static.flickr.com/26/45229803_19e22a0bee_o.gif" height="15" width="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Be sure to still check out all the other wonderful HNTers!.. a couple of my favs this week are &lt;a href="http://vanillaimpaired.com/2009/06/im-naughty-not-nice-hnt-42/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://13messages.blogspot.com/2009/06/dirty.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-4711580037463713423?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/4711580037463713423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=4711580037463713423&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/4711580037463713423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/4711580037463713423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/06/hnt-not.html' title='HNT... not.'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-2752884886379932379</id><published>2009-06-09T12:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T12:49:49.958-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TMI-T'/><title type='text'>TMI Tuesday 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. had sex with someone ten years older or younger than you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;10 years older, yes. Younger? No, only 5 years. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. drawn from a nude model or been a nude model?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No to both. Not artistic enough to draw from a nude model, and too shy to model myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. had sex at a company Christmas party? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, even though the Christmas party was for an adult-oriented company, it was for all our families so everyone behaved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. had a blind date?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, several. Some were okay ... some just down right horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. slept with a teacher?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again. no. Even though I was only 1 of 5 girls in a school of over 900 boys... I never tasted the wares, student or staff. Even though I wanted to, I was in a relationship at the time. :( And now, school is online and I am in a relationship, so no opportunities there either! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bonus (as in optional): had sex with someone within an hour of meeting them?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not within an hour... It was more like 2 hours! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tmituesday.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298594793092890642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 80px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 15px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SYhj5CMJQBI/AAAAAAAAAGc/moSr_eF-www/s200/tmi.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Good questions this week!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-2752884886379932379?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/2752884886379932379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=2752884886379932379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/2752884886379932379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/2752884886379932379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/06/tmi-tuesday-16.html' title='TMI Tuesday 16'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SYhj5CMJQBI/AAAAAAAAAGc/moSr_eF-www/s72-c/tmi.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-5726070528838251100</id><published>2009-06-05T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T00:38:00.719-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday-FI'/><title type='text'>Just Filler... #3</title><content type='html'>And...here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It is just a house or a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; home&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My favorite thing for dinner lately has been &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mexican always. Mmm beans, rice and shredded beef chimichangas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;All the dog and I ever do is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; bark! bark! bark!&lt;br /&gt;4. A nice long walk &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sounds like too much work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am still waiting to hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; some good news.&lt;br /&gt;6. When all is said and done, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;you have to put on your big-girl panties and deal with it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;my night off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, tomorrow my plans include &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;visiting family &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and Sunday, I want to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;wake up to a clean house (where are those magical elves when you need them?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="50" alt="ffi" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3518/3200015130_1ceb740230_t.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-5726070528838251100?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/5726070528838251100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=5726070528838251100&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/5726070528838251100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/5726070528838251100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-filler-3.html' title='Just Filler... #3'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3518/3200015130_1ceb740230_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-4950695072099387527</id><published>2009-06-02T12:45:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T23:32:32.367-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HNT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>HNT 15 ~ Long Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SlOv9R2897I/AAAAAAAAALM/SYIICEgv88w/s1600-h/DSC02330%281%29+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355817849174423474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SlOv9R2897I/AAAAAAAAALM/SYIICEgv88w/s400/DSC02330%281%29+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been a long week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A lonely and long week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One where I have been torn between just wanting to hide in bed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and just wanting him to touch me ... just once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://osbasso.blogspot.com/2005/05/guidelines-for-half-nekkid-thursday.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="HNT_1" src="http://static.flickr.com/26/45229803_19e22a0bee_o.gif" height="15" width="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-4950695072099387527?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/4950695072099387527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=4950695072099387527&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/4950695072099387527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/4950695072099387527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/06/hnt-15-long-week.html' title='HNT 15 ~ Long Week'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SlOv9R2897I/AAAAAAAAALM/SYIICEgv88w/s72-c/DSC02330%281%29+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-3682996554792180737</id><published>2009-06-02T12:26:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T12:44:47.992-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TMI-T'/><title type='text'>TMI Tuesday 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. What was the last movie you saw on a date?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actual date? I think it was X-Men... the 1st one! That was about 10 years ago wasn't it? How sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. What was the last meal you had on a date?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm.. some sort of pasta at a little Italian dive bar when I lived back east about a year ago. It was really good and a cool little local hangout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. When was the last time you made out in the car on a date? More?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kinda count it as our 1st 'date'...FG and I when we first met back in March... finally! Couldn't keep our hands off each other, but I have written about that already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. Using a dating websites do you think you are more likely to find a &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=hook%20up"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"hook up"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; or a relationship?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depends on your screening process. Just like the bar, or anywhere else, if you take time and get to know each other a relationship could develop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. Do you have any special "first" date rituals? Flowers, certain restaurant, ect.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have read my answers above, you would know that dates in general are rare, let alone 1st dates.. so, no, no rituals other than a shower and my nicest outfit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BONUS QUESTION: Do you believe in sex on the first date? Can a relationship bloom if you have sex on the first date?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about believe in it, but I am very guilty of it. &lt;em&gt;*blush*&lt;/em&gt; Most of the time, however, I knew the person for quite awhile before we got around to actually going on a date and some form of connection had been formed already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tmituesday.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298594793092890642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 80px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 15px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SYhj5CMJQBI/AAAAAAAAAGc/moSr_eF-www/s200/tmi.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-3682996554792180737?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/3682996554792180737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=3682996554792180737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/3682996554792180737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/3682996554792180737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/06/tmi-tuesday-15.html' title='TMI Tuesday 15'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SYhj5CMJQBI/AAAAAAAAAGc/moSr_eF-www/s72-c/tmi.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-5412536311198930432</id><published>2009-05-29T01:55:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T12:05:20.221-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday-FI'/><title type='text'>Fill-In #2</title><content type='html'>Not feelin' the 'questions' much this week, but...here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It's cold and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I must be dreaming because its over 100.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fried Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; tomatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My favorite health and beauty product is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;my body spray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When you want to get the baby to sleep, take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; a nice long ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Well, first of all &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;was the last thing she said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A deck of cards and a bunch of poker jerks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; those were the cast of characters in a recent dream and it was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;not that exciting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;not working&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, tomorrow my plans include &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;a whole lot of nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; and Sunday, I want to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;forget that rent is due the next day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="50" alt="ffi" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3518/3200015130_1ceb740230_t.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-5412536311198930432?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/5412536311198930432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=5412536311198930432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/5412536311198930432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/5412536311198930432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/05/fill-in-2.html' title='Fill-In #2'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3518/3200015130_1ceb740230_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-6881030511629112403</id><published>2009-05-28T13:48:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T14:11:41.086-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HNT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>HNT 14 ~ Sex Appeal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Most days there is no reason to dress up,&lt;br /&gt;to feel pretty.&lt;br /&gt;When the dishes get to be too much,&lt;br /&gt;the laundry is piling up,&lt;br /&gt;screaming kids and studying to be done.&lt;br /&gt;There are days that the most attention I pay to myself is&lt;br /&gt;just putting my hair in a pony tail...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/Sh75IVwxV8I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/lBY7T_ChKB8/s1600-h/DSC02293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340980129783961538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/Sh75IVwxV8I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/lBY7T_ChKB8/s400/DSC02293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But sometimes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sometimes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need to know I 'still got it.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A little skirt,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a hot pair of shoes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pulled from the back of the closet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Five minutes to myself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to twist and turn in front of the mirror,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before the next load of laundry needs to be put in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="15" alt="HNT_1" src="http://static.flickr.com/26/45229803_19e22a0bee_o.gif" width="80" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-6881030511629112403?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/6881030511629112403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=6881030511629112403&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/6881030511629112403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/6881030511629112403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/05/hnt-14-sex-appeal.html' title='HNT 14 ~ Sex Appeal'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/Sh75IVwxV8I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/lBY7T_ChKB8/s72-c/DSC02293.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-4373473802829227518</id><published>2009-05-28T13:29:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T14:00:30.820-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TMI-T'/><title type='text'>TMI Tuesday 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;(&lt;em&gt;backposted 'cause I am slow like that!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Before the industrial revolution, most people never traveled more than 30 miles from their home. How far from your birth place do you now live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Even though I have lived all over the country, I currently live about 30 miles from where I was born. When I tell people I was born in this state, they are suprised that I am a 3rd-generation 'native'. It seems these days everyone here is from somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. What is the fartherest distance from home you have you have ever had sex or an orgasm? What is there farthest distance you have travelled from your home to have a sexual encounter?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my current home? Would be 2100 miles .. when I lived back on the other coast. The farthest I have traveled for a 'date' was about 90 miles. Man, that drive back home at 4 in the morning was hard! ;) I am not counting going Las Vegas, because that was not the sole purpose of the trip. o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. How many states (or Canadian provences or your country's geopolitical division) and counties have you had sex and/or an orgasms in?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 country, 3 states&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. Have you ever had sex in a vehicle? While the vehicle was moving?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes if you could really count it as sex; and no, never while moving. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. Do you have any travel related fantasy? If so, share, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I do have fantasies that requiredtravel to get to the specific location... one being sex on top of an ancient Mayan or Incan temple under a full moon. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Belated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://tmituesday.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298594793092890642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 80px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 15px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SYhj5CMJQBI/AAAAAAAAAGc/moSr_eF-www/s200/tmi.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-4373473802829227518?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/4373473802829227518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=4373473802829227518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/4373473802829227518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/4373473802829227518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/05/tmi-tuesday-14.html' title='TMI Tuesday 14'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SYhj5CMJQBI/AAAAAAAAAGc/moSr_eF-www/s72-c/tmi.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-1644884725598148651</id><published>2009-05-22T23:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T12:33:53.320-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday-FI'/><title type='text'>Just Filler...</title><content type='html'>And...here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Moving &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;is something I would like to never do again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's a very rare moment that I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My best quality is &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;also my worst quality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I have a fine eye for the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. In nearly 10 years, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I have loved and lost several times over and still not learned &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;my lesson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A strong drink and a back massage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; is what I need right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;some lovin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, tomorrow my plans include &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;being drivin' insane by 3 kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(by)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Sunday, I want to &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;hide in the corner and cry&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="50" alt="ffi" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3518/3200015130_1ceb740230_t.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-1644884725598148651?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/1644884725598148651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=1644884725598148651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/1644884725598148651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/1644884725598148651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-filler.html' title='Just Filler...'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3518/3200015130_1ceb740230_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-7921758544224699288</id><published>2009-05-21T14:22:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T13:32:31.611-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HNT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>HNT 13 ~ The straw that broke...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SlOwbTGWNHI/AAAAAAAAALU/nvxUygSPGQc/s1600-h/DSC02255+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355818364903502962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SlOwbTGWNHI/AAAAAAAAALU/nvxUygSPGQc/s400/DSC02255+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somedays...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you feel the weight of the world &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on your shoulders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somedays...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you just want to hide in the corner,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or bang your head against the wall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somedays...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you just need to stop,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and Breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://osbasso.blogspot.com/2005/05/guidelines-for-half-nekkid-thursday.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="15" alt="HNT_1" src="http://static.flickr.com/26/45229803_19e22a0bee_o.gif" width="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-7921758544224699288?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/7921758544224699288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=7921758544224699288&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/7921758544224699288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/7921758544224699288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/05/hnt-13-straw-that-broke.html' title='HNT 13 ~ The straw that broke...'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SlOwbTGWNHI/AAAAAAAAALU/nvxUygSPGQc/s72-c/DSC02255+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-1760976097564237817</id><published>2009-05-19T14:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T23:43:53.248-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HNT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TMI-T'/><title type='text'>TMI Tuesday 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This week's questions were submitted by &lt;a href="http://osbasso.blogspot.com/"&gt;Os&lt;/a&gt; in honor of &lt;a href="http://osbasso.blogspot.com/2005/05/guidelines-for-half-nekkid-thursday.html"&gt;HNT&lt;/a&gt;s 4th Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Have you ever participated in HNT? If so, when? If not, why not?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have. Although I have been absent lately. Every week passes and I think 'oh! I need to do an HNT!' but then can't seem to muster enough energy to actually do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Have you ever avoided certain sites because of the HNT pictures that were posted?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. My blog is NSFW most times itself, so I for sure wouldn't be avoiding more graphic HNTs. In fact, most of the blogs on my reader are sex-blogs of some nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Have you ever posted a HNT picture that you wish that you hadn't?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes and no. One of the more graphic (not really) pictures I posted here - which I have no problem with, but I also used it as an avatar for a minute. The ex, SM, saw it and gave me a bit of a headache about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Do you email/text/call anyone regularly with someone you met through HNT?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No, I don't really have 'blogger friends' that I keep in contact with outside of the comment box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. What percentage of your online friends are current or former HNTers?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None. See above. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Does anyone in your "real" life know that you do HNT (if, of course, you do)?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, a couple friends know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Other than previously-known friends, have you met any fellow HNTers?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, again see above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Have you ever downloaded someone else's HNT pictures?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I haven't downloaded any. I know where they are if I ever wanted to go back and look at them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BONUS QUESTION: Have you ever submitted a picture for "...the Other HNT"?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I considered it before I started doing HNTs, but at the time getting a free minute to do a decent photo was rare and I just never got around to it. I did used to go visit the site regularly, but again as with my blogging, that has fallen off over time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://tmituesday.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298594793092890642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 80px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 15px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SYhj5CMJQBI/AAAAAAAAAGc/moSr_eF-www/s200/tmi.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-1760976097564237817?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/1760976097564237817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=1760976097564237817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/1760976097564237817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/1760976097564237817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/05/tmi-tuesday-13.html' title='TMI Tuesday 13'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SYhj5CMJQBI/AAAAAAAAAGc/moSr_eF-www/s72-c/tmi.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-2715369274541965436</id><published>2009-05-05T17:07:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T14:13:29.259-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TMI-T'/><title type='text'>TMI Tuesday 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Have you ever bought a membership to a porn site? If yes, what is the most recent one and did you like it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, never paid for porn. If I want it (which is rare!), there is enough out there for free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Would you rather watch a erotic/porn movie, read a story, or listen to an audio? Why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer the story. I love to read and a good erotic story always gets me worked up. :D Movies are always too cheesy for me and I end up judging the music, technique, script, etc.. and miss the point of it all. But a story lets me insert a bit of my own imagination and visuals into it make it personal, to put myself into the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. If you have a significant other what do you do for each other to get in the mood? If you don't what would you kind of thing could a future potential long term partner do to get you in the mood?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately... always in the mood. The hard part is finding the quiet time to explore said mood! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. When it comes to sex, how much do you talk about it with others? How comfortable are you talking about sex?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oddly enough, I am WAY comfortable talking about sex in general conversation, but talking about it with my partner, likes dislikes etc., I clam up and become extrememly shy about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I could casually tell a perfect stranger that I like to be tied up and treated like a dirty whore, but get me to say the same thing to my partner? Never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. What are the last 5 things you search[ed] for on Google (or another search engine)?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*drum lessons -&lt;em&gt;want to start learning.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*drum tabs -&lt;em&gt;trying to find some songs I like to play.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cake designs for kids -&lt;em&gt;the oldest's birthday is in a few weeks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*fondant recipe -&lt;em&gt;found a cool one if you ever wanted to try it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tibial tubercle -&lt;em&gt;a medical term for a test for school.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bonus: Have you ever had a fantasy that you were ashamed of?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so much ashamed. More like I know I it goes against the moral convictions of most people. But it's a fantasy... or a fleeting &lt;em&gt;'what if this happened&lt;/em&gt;?' and it will always stay that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://tmituesday.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298594793092890642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 80px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 15px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SYhj5CMJQBI/AAAAAAAAAGc/moSr_eF-www/s200/tmi.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-2715369274541965436?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/2715369274541965436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=2715369274541965436&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/2715369274541965436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/2715369274541965436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/05/tmi-tuesday-12.html' title='TMI Tuesday 12'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SYhj5CMJQBI/AAAAAAAAAGc/moSr_eF-www/s72-c/tmi.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-6791899484742792066</id><published>2009-04-21T02:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T14:20:49.457-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TMI-T'/><title type='text'>TMI Tuesday 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Marriage and children aside, what has been your greatest accomplishment in life?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most days I think my biggest accomplishment is just surviving each day as it comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Aside from healthy and happy children, what is your greatest ambition for the future?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To reach a point where I feel successful... not just monetarily. Although, I won't turn down a fat paycheck, that's for sure. &lt;em&gt;*wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. If we were to enter your real name in a search engine, what would we find?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh! Did this a few weeks back and found out about a charge for an eviction for an apartment I had not been on the lease on!!! That's part of the reason FG and I had such a hard time getting a place. Apparently the ex, SM, stayed at our old place and didn't pay rent and instead of charging him they charged me. I have to find a way to get the off my record or reversed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. Who is the most famous person you ever met (not just in the same room as, but actually spoke with)?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only ones I can think of are the band Gravity Kills, hung out with them for a few hours after a concert a &lt;em&gt;long &lt;/em&gt;while back, and a former football player for the Browns. Nothing too exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. Parents aside, who is your biggest hero?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure I have one. Would have to be my kids though. For all that these little ones have been through in their short lives, they are the smartest and best kids I could ever ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. Someone once worked out the sexual version of Six Degrees of Separation - Celebrity A slept with B, who slept with C, who slept with D, making as sort of connection between A and D. Are you connected to anyone famous through six or fewer bonks?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know for sure, but it is a definate possibility. I have dated a couple marginally-famous guys and there has to be a connection to an A-lister somewhere from there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tmituesday.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298594793092890642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 80px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 15px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SYhj5CMJQBI/AAAAAAAAAGc/moSr_eF-www/s200/tmi.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-6791899484742792066?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/6791899484742792066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=6791899484742792066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/6791899484742792066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/6791899484742792066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/04/tmi-tuesday-11.html' title='TMI Tuesday 11'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SYhj5CMJQBI/AAAAAAAAAGc/moSr_eF-www/s72-c/tmi.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-3107005554219867891</id><published>2009-04-11T22:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:23:00.515-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll106/tatsncorsets/sayings/blasphemy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 644px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 515px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll106/tatsncorsets/sayings/blasphemy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-3107005554219867891?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/3107005554219867891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=3107005554219867891&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/3107005554219867891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/3107005554219867891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll106/tatsncorsets/sayings/th_blasphemy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-2610926949469186906</id><published>2009-04-09T20:25:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T20:31:07.296-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HNT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>HNT 12 ~ New Couch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/Sd68iSnXIrI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Ii18-3hfwMU/s1600-h/DSC02055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322899106897011378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/Sd68iSnXIrI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Ii18-3hfwMU/s400/DSC02055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; New house, new couch... and it's comfy too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://osbasso.blogspot.com/2005/05/guidelines-for-half-nekkid-thursday.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="15" alt="HNT_1" src="http://static.flickr.com/26/45229803_19e22a0bee_o.gif" width="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-2610926949469186906?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/2610926949469186906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=2610926949469186906&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/2610926949469186906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/2610926949469186906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/04/hnt-12-new-couch.html' title='HNT 12 ~ New Couch'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/Sd68iSnXIrI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Ii18-3hfwMU/s72-c/DSC02055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-482254260463567001</id><published>2009-04-07T02:19:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T02:26:13.696-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TMI-T'/><title type='text'>TMI Tuesday 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Have you ever had a sexual experience with the opposite sex?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm.. yeah. More than once even!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. When you see someone you like, how do you act, how do you get their attention?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flirt stupidly. Tell all my best stories, lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Dominate or dominated, which do you prefer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominated.. yummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Would you/ Have you ever had a threesome?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never had, not interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. When was the last time you had sex?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night and in about 15 minutes! *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Sex on the first date...good or bad?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depends on the situation. Bad, I guess, but very guilty. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Do you have any random or out of the ordinary turn ons?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the ordinary to whom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. What attributes attract you to a potential partner.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general, stableness, being sane :D ... height, stocky body type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://tmituesday.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298594793092890642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 80px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 15px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SYhj5CMJQBI/AAAAAAAAAGc/moSr_eF-www/s200/tmi.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LOL, felt I was answering a mySpace meme for highschoolers almost! Not much to add this week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-482254260463567001?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/482254260463567001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=482254260463567001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/482254260463567001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/482254260463567001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/04/tmi-tuesday-9.html' title='TMI Tuesday 9'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SYhj5CMJQBI/AAAAAAAAAGc/moSr_eF-www/s72-c/tmi.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-3153257513564153433</id><published>2009-04-03T01:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T01:39:00.727-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>almost 99 utterly pointless things</title><content type='html'>A uber long meme stolen from &lt;a href="http://www.vanillaimpaired.com/"&gt;VanImp&lt;/a&gt;. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.PICK OUT A SCAR YOU HAVE, AND EXPLAIN HOW YOU GOT IT?&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any cool scars! &lt;em&gt;*pout* &lt;/em&gt;Most of my injuries end up being internal. I do have a few small scars on my hands from working on motorcycles... and of course stretch marks from the kidlets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WHAT IS ON THE WALLS IN YOUR ROOM?&lt;br /&gt;Ummm paint? Nothin' yet! Movin' in this weekend! FG does have a beautiful &lt;a href="http://www.theworldofmichaelparkes.com/html/home.asp"&gt;Michael Parkes&lt;/a&gt; (one of my favorite artists) print that will be going up in our room though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. WHAT DOES YOUR PHONE LOOK LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;It's a kewl metallic orange with a slidey and full qwerty. Just like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319986503479776658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SdRjidXI1ZI/AAAAAAAAAJk/2aCU7MKkEFo/s200/lg_scoop_425.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WHAT MUSIC DO YOU LISTEN TO?&lt;br /&gt;Rock, alternative, industrial/goth, pop, R&amp;amp;B, contemporary... blah everything basically, depending on my mood that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. WHAT IS YOUR CURRENT DESKTOP PICTURE?&lt;br /&gt;This super cool painting by &lt;a href="http://www.bromart.com/"&gt;Brom&lt;/a&gt;, my other favorite artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319826026648400370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SdPRlelBcfI/AAAAAAAAAJU/UthGnMeiBEA/s320/blackangel2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanillaimpaired.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/wolfyh9.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. WHAT DO YOU WANT MORE THAN ANYTHING RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;To be curled up in FG's lap relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. DO YOU BELIEVE IN GAY MARRIAGE?&lt;br /&gt;I think humans should have the right to marry whatever type of human they want.. male, female, inbetween, black, white, pastel or multicolored. You love who you love, there can't be a boundry placed on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. WHAT TIME WERE YOU BORN?&lt;br /&gt;About 8 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. ARE YOUR PARENTS STILL TOGETHER?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, got divorced when I was 5 or 6 and then stupidly tried again when I was 17! *gawd*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO?&lt;br /&gt;Notta. The fan on my laptop is the only noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. DO YOU GET SCARED OF THE DARK?&lt;br /&gt;Yuppers. Too many personal demons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. THE LAST PERSON TO MAKE YOU CRY?&lt;br /&gt;Was a conglomeration of a few people and hormones for seasoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT KIND OF HAIR/EYE COLOUR DO YOU LIKE ON THE SAME SEX?&lt;br /&gt;On the &lt;em&gt;same&lt;/em&gt; sex?? I don't care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. DO YOU LIKE PAINKILLERS?&lt;br /&gt;Only if I need them badly enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. COFFEE OR ENERGY DRINKS?&lt;br /&gt;That's a tough one. I am thinking coffee in the morning and energy drinks at night usually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. FAVE PIZZA TOPPING?&lt;br /&gt;Hawaiian - ham and pineapple. Yum-O! Or sausage and black olive occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. IF YOU COULD EAT ANYTHING RIGHT NOW, WHAT WOULD IT BE?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. a big ol' baked potato with loads of butter and sour cream sounds awesome right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU MADE MAD?&lt;br /&gt;My pseudo-Father-in-Law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. DO YOU SPEAK ANOTHER LANGUAGE?&lt;br /&gt;A wee bit of german.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. WHAT WAS THE LAST GIFT SOMEONE GAVE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;True gift? Christmas... a fuzzy jacket and some baking gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. DO YOU LIKE SOMEONE?&lt;br /&gt;Yup, sure do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. ARE YOU DOUBLE JOINTED?&lt;br /&gt;No! I can't even touch my toes any more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. FAVOURITE FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;FG and Claudia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. WHAT’S YOUR DREAM CAR!&lt;br /&gt;Aston Martin Vanquish, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. DO YOU BELIEVE IN AFTER-LIFE?&lt;br /&gt;Still trying to figure out that one myself. I mean there has to be more than this right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF MARRIAGE?&lt;br /&gt;To each his own, but I still dream of a 'white' dress of my own someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. WOULD YOU FALL IN LOVE KNOWING THAT THE PERSON IS LEAVING?&lt;br /&gt;Leaving as in? The planet? The country? Business trip? geesh, gotta be more specific! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. WHAT IS THE BEST WAY TO TELL SOMEONE HOW MUCH THEY MEAN TO YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;Every way! Not just words, actions mean a lot more to me. So I try to show more than just say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. SAY A NUMBER FROM 1-100.&lt;br /&gt;13 &lt;em&gt;*grin*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. BLONDE OR BRUNETTE?&lt;br /&gt;I was... and now I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. WHAT IS THE ONE PHONE NUMBER SHOWS UP ON YOUR PHONE THE MOST?&lt;br /&gt;FG's. Like 10 times more than anyone else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. WHAT ANNOYS YOU MOST?&lt;br /&gt;People that can't pick up after themselves! I mean c'mon how hard is it to put the dishes IN the sink instead of on the counter??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. HAVE YOU BEEN OUT OF YOUR OWN COUNTRY?&lt;br /&gt;Yea, nothing too exciting. Once up into Canada, ay, and down to Mexico a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. YOUR WEAKNESS?&lt;br /&gt;Pull my hair and bite me and you’ll find out. &lt;~ I am with vanimp on this one! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. WHAT WAS THE LAST GIFT YOU GAVE? &lt;br /&gt;Christmas presents... lots o' them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVOURITE HOLIDAY? &lt;br /&gt;Vacation? Been too long since I have been on one and even longer since a good one. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. EVER DONE A PRANK CALL? &lt;br /&gt;No. I was always too chicken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. WHAT WERE YOU DOING BEFORE THIS? &lt;br /&gt;Working. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. IF YOU COULD GET PLASTIC SURGERY WHAT WOULD IT BE? &lt;br /&gt;A boob job maybe. Will I ever? Nope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. WHAT DO YOU GET COMPLIMENTED ABOUT &lt;br /&gt;Eyes, legs, brains... not necessarily in that order. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF ALCOHOL BECAME ILLEGAL &lt;br /&gt;Just because something is illegal doesn't mean you can't still get it. &lt;em&gt;*wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY?&lt;br /&gt;A day to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. DO YOU WISH ON STARS?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. WHICH FINGER[S] IS YOUR FAVORITE?&lt;br /&gt;Ringfinger. I play with them alot. Subconcious? I think so! &lt;em&gt;*blush*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. WHAT UNDERWEAR ARE YOU WEARING?&lt;br /&gt;Black micro-boyshorts with a blue dragon across the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE VEGETABLE?&lt;br /&gt;Taters! Mashed, fried, baked... yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. ANY BAD HABITS?&lt;br /&gt;Yups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. WHAT IS YOUR MOST EMBARRASSING CD ON THE SHELF?&lt;br /&gt;Ooh been so long since I looked through my collection. Since I listen to mostly rock, I am going to say the Garth Brooks box set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?&lt;br /&gt;No, I am a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. HAVE YOU EVER TOLD A SECRET YOU SWORE NOT TO TELL?&lt;br /&gt;I would like to say no 100%, but I am pretty sure that wouldn't be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. DO LOOKS MATTER?&lt;br /&gt;Of course they do! But beauty is in the eye of the beholder, so as long as they are attractive to you, then who cares what someone else thinks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. HOW DO YOU RELEASE YOUR ANGER?&lt;br /&gt;Bitch, rant, .... and loud music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. WHERE IS YOUR SECOND HOME?&lt;br /&gt;Still waiting to move into my first home. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. DO YOU TRUST OTHERS EASILY?&lt;br /&gt;No, been burned too many times. I will always be skeptical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVOURITE TOY WHEN YOU WERE LITTLE?&lt;br /&gt;Anything I could take apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. ARE YOU AFRAID OF GROWING UP?&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid I grow'd up already and still don't know what I want to be. &lt;em&gt;*pout*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. DO YOU USE SARCASM?&lt;br /&gt;Me?? Nooooo... &lt;em&gt;*wink*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. ARE YOU RELIGIOUS?&lt;br /&gt;No. Never found a religion that 'fit' me. I call myself and Agnostic-Atheist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. DOES 11:11 MEAN ANYTHING TO YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Means I usually just got done workin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. DO YOU GET ALONG WITH YOUR PARENTS?&lt;br /&gt;Kinda sorta not really. On the surface, its all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. WHAT IS THE MOST PAIN YOU HAVE EVER EXPERIENCED?&lt;br /&gt;Labor before the epidural. NO WAY was I making it though that shit without one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. DO YOU UN-TIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF?&lt;br /&gt;1 pairs I do, 1 pairs I don't ... and the other pairs is crocs so no laces. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. LAST THING YOU SPILLED?&lt;br /&gt;Apple juice, handing a cup to the kidlet and she didn't have it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, 2 rugrats... oh, kids don't count? Then, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. WHAT IS THE LAST FURRY THING YOU TOUCHED?&lt;br /&gt;Assuming my legs don't count (j/k!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. WHAT ARE YOUR FAVOURITE COLOURS?&lt;br /&gt;Green, black and blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. WHAT’S THE LAST BOOK YOU READ?&lt;br /&gt;Some smut laying around my mother's house, cause I didn't have the money to go get a new good read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. HOW MANY WISDOM TEETH DO YOU HAVE?&lt;br /&gt;None! Finally had those suckers cut out a few months back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS?&lt;br /&gt;If they is bored enough, have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. WHAT’S YOUR DREAM VACATION?&lt;br /&gt;Still wanna go to Ireland/Scotland, and Germany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. LAST THING YOU ATE/DRANK?&lt;br /&gt;Corn Pops cereal and some apple/orange juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?&lt;br /&gt;friend, Claudia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. WHAT’S THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ON THE SAME/OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;br /&gt;Opposite sex: After the face/eyes, would be the arms and shoulders.. yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. DO YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;Lust at first sight, but love can follow pretty quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. FAVOURITE THING TO HATE?&lt;br /&gt;Runny eggs! &lt;em&gt;*puke*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. FAVOURITE DRINK?&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Pepper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. FAVOURITE ZODIAC SIGN?&lt;br /&gt;Mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SPORT?&lt;br /&gt;I don't pay attention to sports too much, but I will watch an (american)football game every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. WHAT IS YOUR HAIR COLOUR?&lt;br /&gt;Auburn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. WHAT IS YOUR EYE COLOUR?&lt;br /&gt;Blue and grey with a bit of yellow in the center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. TALL OR SHORT?&lt;br /&gt;Let me put it this way... in my tallest shoes I am 6'6"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. SIBLINGS?&lt;br /&gt;1 older never see half-sister and 1 younger uber crazy half-sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. FAVOURITE MONTH?&lt;br /&gt;Nah, no favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90 DO YOU LIKE SUSHI?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*PUKE*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. LAST THING YOU WATCHED?&lt;br /&gt;SpongeBob Squarepants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. FAVOURITE DAY OF THE YEAR?&lt;br /&gt;Every day I make it to bed at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. ARE YOU TOO SHY TO ASK SOMEONE OUT?&lt;br /&gt;Ya, I usually let them make the first move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. SUMMER OR WINTER?&lt;br /&gt;Summer, I hates the cold. That's why I live in the desert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. RELATIONSHIPS OR ONE NIGHT STANDS?&lt;br /&gt;Relationship, hands down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. WHO IS THE MOST LIKELY TO ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS?&lt;br /&gt;Whoever is the most bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. WHO IS LEAST LIKELY TO ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS?&lt;br /&gt;Someone who already answered them, duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. IS ANYONE IN LOVE WITH YOU?&lt;br /&gt;You'll have to ask them that question. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-3153257513564153433?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/3153257513564153433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=3153257513564153433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/3153257513564153433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/3153257513564153433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/04/almost-99-utterly-pointless-things.html' title='almost 99 utterly pointless things'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SdRjidXI1ZI/AAAAAAAAAJk/2aCU7MKkEFo/s72-c/lg_scoop_425.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-6891111941810086865</id><published>2009-04-02T14:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T14:49:15.691-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HNT'/><title type='text'>HNT ~ M.I.A.</title><content type='html'>No HNT this week.. too much going on and a dead battery in the camera. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do check out others exceptional entries this week if you haven't already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanillaimpaired.com/2009/04/greene-hnt-33/"&gt;Vanilla Impaired&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.coypink.com/2009/04/01/hnt-black-and-white/"&gt;Coy Pink&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://osbasso.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-april-hnt.html"&gt;Osbasso&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-6891111941810086865?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/6891111941810086865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=6891111941810086865&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/6891111941810086865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/6891111941810086865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/04/hnt-mia.html' title='HNT ~ M.I.A.'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-4917549691192638248</id><published>2009-03-31T11:34:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T11:48:24.916-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TMI-T'/><title type='text'>TMI Tuesday 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Have you ever sent or recieved a &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=sext%20message"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sext message&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Oh so very very guilty of this one, yes. If you had ever laid peepers on my old blog you would know this! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Have you ever made or recieved a &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=booty+call"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;booty call&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Umm.. no, I don't think I have. Usually it was under the pretense of hanging out and things may or may not have gotten nekkid from there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Have you ever added or edited a word/entry to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Main_Page"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; or &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Urban Dictionary&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; or any other online reference?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nope!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. At what age did you have your first consensual sexual experience?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;17&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. What has been the greatest age difference between you a consensual sexual partner?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9 years older than me is the biggest gap.. and only once did I date someone younger and that was a 5 year difference.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bonus (as in optional): Why do you blog?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Depending on the day... boredom, creative outlet, palce to rant and whine, write and show-off, a place to mark memories.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tmituesday.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298594793092890642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 80px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 15px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SYhj5CMJQBI/AAAAAAAAAGc/moSr_eF-www/s200/tmi.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-4917549691192638248?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/4917549691192638248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=4917549691192638248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/4917549691192638248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/4917549691192638248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/03/tmi-tuesday-8.html' title='TMI Tuesday 8'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SYhj5CMJQBI/AAAAAAAAAGc/moSr_eF-www/s72-c/tmi.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-4706839762497386534</id><published>2009-03-28T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T00:10:01.163-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Buzz buzz</title><content type='html'>I may not like my sex vanilla flavored... But I lurve vanilla ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you do too... a &lt;u&gt;must&lt;/u&gt; try is Haagan Dazs' &lt;a href="http://www.haagen-dazs.com/products/product.aspx?id=354"&gt;Vanilla Honey Bee&lt;/a&gt;. It's orgasmically delicious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317763706469666882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/Scx96pOW0EI/AAAAAAAAAI8/EC_S1843Y7Q/s400/pro_vhb_le_pkg.gif" border="0" /&gt;Vanilla with a touch of honey added in. It was just supposed to be a limited edition flavor.. but they are making it permanent. &lt;em&gt;Yippee&lt;/em&gt;! I am uber-happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;*bonus*&lt;/em&gt; And by eating this ice cream, you are helping to support research into the disappearing Honey Bee populations.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;According to the Haagen Dazs website, 1 out of every 3 bites of food an average American eats is directly contributed to honey bee pollination! Those little guys are responsible for the pollination of over 100 crops...not just honey, but pears, raspberries, pears, cherries, vegetables, seed and nuts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it's a bit alarming when &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;25%&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of the western honey bee population has disappeared in just the last several winters, posing serious risk to the natural food supply!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Help the bees and help your taste buds! It's a win-win situation! *grin*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll106/tatsncorsets/sayings/big2868049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-4706839762497386534?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/4706839762497386534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=4706839762497386534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/4706839762497386534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/4706839762497386534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/03/buzz-buzz.html' title='Buzz buzz'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/Scx96pOW0EI/AAAAAAAAAI8/EC_S1843Y7Q/s72-c/pro_vhb_le_pkg.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-3624990946251606224</id><published>2009-03-28T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T00:05:00.189-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>safewurd?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/Sc3KyWiQddI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZycRzcGX4Sg/s1600-h/128751870967677631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318129701385958866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/Sc3KyWiQddI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZycRzcGX4Sg/s400/128751870967677631.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-3624990946251606224?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/3624990946251606224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=3624990946251606224&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/3624990946251606224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/3624990946251606224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/03/safewurd.html' title='safewurd?'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/Sc3KyWiQddI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZycRzcGX4Sg/s72-c/128751870967677631.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-4666011224843117861</id><published>2009-03-27T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T06:36:00.580-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craving'/><title type='text'>Demon Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;he blue flame licked across her skin like demon fire. As quickly as it was there it was gone. The only remembrance, a slight burn. The flame was not nearly as hot as her lust for her captor. No other could ignite her inner fire like he could. Just a caress of his breath against her flesh sent shivers coursing though her core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;ith his hands he painted his mark across her body once again. A flick of the lighter and the ethereal flame sprang to life, dancing to a tune only it heard, ghostly in its beauty. A swipe of his hand and it was gone. Her captor had the power over flame, over flesh, over soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;e lit his fingers tips and she watched the fire dance in his eyes as a wicked smile began to cross his lips. One by one, he put each finger to those lips and extinguished the flame as if taking the fire into himself. As the last light went out, he leaned down and kissed her hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-4666011224843117861?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/4666011224843117861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=4666011224843117861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/4666011224843117861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/4666011224843117861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/03/demon-fire.html' title='Demon Fire'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-3425308502023661862</id><published>2009-03-26T15:19:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T15:26:40.869-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HNT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys'/><title type='text'>HNT 11 ~ Collar</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/ScwACWv_s3I/AAAAAAAAAI0/a3yhpfRPbfo/s1600-h/DSC02015(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317625300484338546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 339px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/ScwACWv_s3I/AAAAAAAAAI0/a3yhpfRPbfo/s400/DSC02015(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It came! My lovely little prize from &lt;a href="http://kinkysexlink.com/"&gt;KinkySexLink&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isn't it purty?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://osbasso.blogspot.com/2005/05/guidelines-for-half-nekkid-thursday.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="15" alt="HNT_1" src="http://static.flickr.com/26/45229803_19e22a0bee_o.gif" width="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-3425308502023661862?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/3425308502023661862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=3425308502023661862&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/3425308502023661862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/3425308502023661862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/03/hnt-11-collar.html' title='HNT 11 ~ Collar'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/ScwACWv_s3I/AAAAAAAAAI0/a3yhpfRPbfo/s72-c/DSC02015(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-861369237236468789</id><published>2009-03-24T00:23:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T23:33:16.447-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TMI-T'/><title type='text'>TMI Tuesday 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Ever Googled a date, a potential date or an ex?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, just the other day in fact! My ex, SM, was talking about how he googled himself and what the results were. I wanted to see if he was bullshitting, so I looked him up. &lt;em&gt;lol.&lt;/em&gt; Then I did myself &lt;em&gt;*grin*&lt;/em&gt; But in the past I have looked up old/lost loves friends and ex's just to see how they were doing in their new lives. My curiosity gets the best of me at times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Do you gossip?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do. I am bad about that sometimes. There is a difference between gossip and secrets however, and those I can keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. How many people do you completely trust?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None... maybe 1. Been burned too many times by people I thought I could trust, so I am very skeptical of trusting anybody these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. Have you ever had sex in car?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes once, but not while moving and it wasn't the most enjoyable experience. Not enough room to maneuver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. What is your best flirting technique: innuendo, telling a dirty joke, talking about sex life, or physical contact?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the above, I think. I am a horrible flirt... as in all the time, not as in bad at it... so I don't have any one 'technique'. Although I can turn anything into an innuendo, side effect of working in and being around the adult industry too long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bonus (as in optional): How many times is the most you have ever had sex in a 24 hour period?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we talking partners orgasm count or mine?? Umm..? him: 5 / me: too many to count!&lt;br /&gt;I think more accurately would be how many hours in a 24 hours period!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tmituesday.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298594793092890642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 80px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 15px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SYhj5CMJQBI/AAAAAAAAAGc/moSr_eF-www/s200/tmi.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-861369237236468789?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/861369237236468789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=861369237236468789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/861369237236468789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/861369237236468789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/03/tmi-tuesday-7.html' title='TMI Tuesday 7'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SYhj5CMJQBI/AAAAAAAAAGc/moSr_eF-www/s72-c/tmi.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-3282275066808585966</id><published>2009-03-22T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T01:59:03.472-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Hungry??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll106/tatsncorsets/sayings/lickachick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll106/tatsncorsets/sayings/lickachick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-3282275066808585966?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/3282275066808585966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=3282275066808585966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/3282275066808585966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/3282275066808585966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/03/hungry.html' title='Hungry??'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll106/tatsncorsets/sayings/th_lickachick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-1024142404062684982</id><published>2009-03-20T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T02:46:03.362-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writings'/><title type='text'>Lava</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll106/tatsncorsets/blog%20stuff/Dark20Art20Wallpapers2006-159489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll106/tatsncorsets/blog%20stuff/Dark20Art20Wallpapers2006-159489.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;lood runs down her arm like molten red rivers bubbling up from the depths. &lt;em&gt;Drip drip.&lt;/em&gt; Off her fingertips, her eyes follow each droplet as it hits the white tile floor. Pooling, growing into a miniature lake below. &lt;em&gt;What have I done?&lt;/em&gt; Maybe gone too far this time. She looks up into the mirror and sees death. Pale moss eyes stare back at her from sunken sockets. Tears and smudged makeup marking the depths. &lt;em&gt;My lips are too red&lt;/em&gt;, she thinks to herself. &lt;em&gt;They should be lighter… blue. What have I done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;oo far this time. Her familiar dance with death always had too many variables. Too many easy slips, but she could not resist the music. Her feet always carried her to the tune. She had come back so many times before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;ll she could do was wait for the sirens and hope the angels would save her. Closing her eyes, she listened, swaying a bit to the tune. &lt;em&gt;Drip drip&lt;/em&gt;. She could almost feel the flames of eternity licking at her toes, smell searing flesh as the song of the dammed played silently. No sirens this time. No soft angels wings to save her. Only rivers of lava flowing down her arms to the floor and the sweet beautiful dance into the fire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-1024142404062684982?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/1024142404062684982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=1024142404062684982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/1024142404062684982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/1024142404062684982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/03/lava.html' title='Lava'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll106/tatsncorsets/blog%20stuff/th_Dark20Art20Wallpapers2006-159489.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-3222539567153759108</id><published>2009-03-19T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T02:22:42.497-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HNT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>HNT 11 ~ Naptime</title><content type='html'>Sneaking in an afternoon nap. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315197249273659394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/ScNfvLIXAAI/AAAAAAAAAIs/BuQZ16r8JEY/s400/DSC01945(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://osbasso.blogspot.com/2005/05/guidelines-for-half-nekkid-thursday.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="15" alt="HNT_1" src="http://static.flickr.com/26/45229803_19e22a0bee_o.gif" width="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-3222539567153759108?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/3222539567153759108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=3222539567153759108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/3222539567153759108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/3222539567153759108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/03/hnt-11-naptime.html' title='HNT 11 ~ Naptime'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/ScNfvLIXAAI/AAAAAAAAAIs/BuQZ16r8JEY/s72-c/DSC01945(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-8474989651262806907</id><published>2009-03-17T01:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T01:12:00.252-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Saint Patrick's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Excuse to Get Drunk Day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll106/tatsncorsets/hump%20day/5big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;... like I really need an excuse to drink!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll106/tatsncorsets/sayings/aplaque.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-8474989651262806907?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/8474989651262806907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=8474989651262806907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/8474989651262806907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/8474989651262806907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/03/saint-patrick.html' title='Saint Patrick&apos;s Day'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll106/tatsncorsets/hump%20day/th_5big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-8715802117194129458</id><published>2009-03-14T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T06:43:00.289-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Happy S&amp;BJ Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll106/tatsncorsets/blog%20stuff/steak_bj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 328px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll106/tatsncorsets/blog%20stuff/steak_bj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-8715802117194129458?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/8715802117194129458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=8715802117194129458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/8715802117194129458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/8715802117194129458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-s-day.html' title='Happy S&amp;BJ Day!'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll106/tatsncorsets/blog%20stuff/th_steak_bj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-5097505583806836895</id><published>2009-03-13T17:52:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T23:30:24.832-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craving'/><title type='text'>Sudsy</title><content type='html'>Standing together naked in the shower after one of their escapades, he begins to slowly wash her body. The loofah gliding across her skin, scrubbing away the sex and sweat. His lips catch hers as he brings her hands over her head and holds her by the wrists with his 1 strong hand. With the other he continues to soap up every inch of her. Forced on tiptoe, she leans to try and taste him, kiss his neck, anything. He just laughs and pulls her higher. Body against body, his lips tasting, bound and soapy. She is in heaven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-5097505583806836895?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/5097505583806836895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=5097505583806836895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/5097505583806836895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/5097505583806836895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/03/sudsy.html' title='Sudsy'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-813023969118999199</id><published>2009-03-12T23:50:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T23:38:41.866-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HNT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>HNT 10 ~ Shirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SboCoh-W2VI/AAAAAAAAAIk/wusNKOXKhp4/s1600-h/tshirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312561605774858578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 379px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SboCoh-W2VI/AAAAAAAAAIk/wusNKOXKhp4/s400/tshirt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I haven't really had time to take any good pictures, so here is one from the collection...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://osbasso.blogspot.com/2005/05/guidelines-for-half-nekkid-thursday.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="HNT_1" src="http://static.flickr.com/26/45229803_19e22a0bee_o.gif" height="15" width="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-813023969118999199?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/813023969118999199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=813023969118999199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/813023969118999199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/813023969118999199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/03/hnt-10-shirt.html' title='HNT 10 ~ Shirt'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SboCoh-W2VI/AAAAAAAAAIk/wusNKOXKhp4/s72-c/tshirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-7119769253047837189</id><published>2009-03-10T12:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T12:08:40.119-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys'/><title type='text'>Legos: Not just for Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This was posted over at &lt;a href="http://www.kinkysexlink.com/"&gt;Kinky Sex Link&lt;/a&gt;, and I just had to share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311637774601010498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/Sba6aeqjvUI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-o1os0EJzDE/s400/kj2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-7119769253047837189?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/7119769253047837189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=7119769253047837189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/7119769253047837189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/7119769253047837189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/03/legos-not-just-for-kids.html' title='Legos: Not just for Kids'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/Sba6aeqjvUI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-o1os0EJzDE/s72-c/kj2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-8237037541504011609</id><published>2009-03-10T00:34:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T02:05:00.944-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TMI-T'/><title type='text'>TMI Tuesday 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Are you pro-marriage? Why or why not?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very pro-marriage. Ever since I was little I have wanted the big white wedding. And since my parents are both multiple divorcees, I have always said I am only going to do it once. Hence, my many engagements and no marriage thus far! My parents split when I was young and I have always held on to the dream of finding 'the One' and growing old together. Every one says marriage changes things, but there is also a sense of security that comes with that little piece of paper that you just can't get by just living together. I am just old-fashioned I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FG and I have talked about this subject many times. He was like me... only once. He has done his one and says he will never get married again. Yet, he has also joked about us tying the knot in the future... lol. Well, if he wants to stay with me, he is going to have to change his mind. I am still owed my one wedding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Have you ever invented or thought you invented a sexual position?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. I think this goes along with one of the questions &lt;a href="http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/03/tmi-tuesday-5.html"&gt;last week&lt;/a&gt;. I am not too into the contorted sexual positions. And... since sex has been around.. forever, I am sure it has all been done before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Do you like to be tied up? Always or sometimes?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still up in the air about this one. It's a grey area. I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; to be restrained, but that is not the same as tied up. Light bondage can be fun occasionally. But I much prefer being bodily held down, wrists gripped in his hand above my head, or a hand on my throat. &lt;em&gt;yum-O!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. Do you consider online cybering adultery?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely. Again, its a commitment issue. Just because it is online, does not make it any different from meeting someone at the bar. Any time you are being intimate with another (and its not been discussed within the relationship as okay) then that is cheating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. Do you prefer masturbation over real sex?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm... no! Having just come off of an almost 1 year dry spell (!!), nothing beats the real deal. I am not that into masturbation. It really does nothing for me. Sure, I can get off, but what turns me on is another body, hands molding skin, the force of bodies coming (and cumming) together.. and you just can't get that on your own! Funny thing is though, I usually masturbate more IN a relationship that not. If I don't have any one to be intimate with, the urge just isn't really there. But when I am with someone, and they might be at work, I can get so worked up with anticipation that I need that release to get me through until I can get my hands on them. &lt;em&gt;*grin*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. Do you want sex more times a day than your partner?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, YES. I have a year to make up for after all! Unfortunately, the sex I did have this weekend was SO good that I think I am missing layers of skin and am outta commission for a bit. :( &lt;em&gt;*blush*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I still have to write the update on that encounter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;7. Do you get offended when you partner openly flirts with others or are you okay with it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. I can be/am a bit possessive. Just from past history, jealousy has reared its ugly head. It really depends on if the flirting is serious or just in fun. If it is serious, then hell ya, there is a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;8. Do you think you're flirty by nature?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100% yes. Which is not always a good thing and has gotten me in trouble on more than one occasion. Sometimes I don't even know I am doing it. I tend to flirt sometimes as a way to ease awkwardness and tension when around new people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tmituesday.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298594793092890642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 80px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 15px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SYhj5CMJQBI/AAAAAAAAAGc/moSr_eF-www/s200/tmi.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-8237037541504011609?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/8237037541504011609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=8237037541504011609&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/8237037541504011609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/8237037541504011609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/03/tmi-tuesday-6.html' title='TMI Tuesday 6'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SYhj5CMJQBI/AAAAAAAAAGc/moSr_eF-www/s72-c/tmi.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-3952790568515632630</id><published>2009-03-08T02:42:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T02:01:55.700-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Rapist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll106/tatsncorsets/sayings/Rapist.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Following the theme of this week's &lt;a href="http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/03/home-alone-pt-1.html"&gt;story&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll106/tatsncorsets/sayings/Rapist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 640px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 652px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll106/tatsncorsets/sayings/Rapist.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ... I sure hope so! &lt;em&gt;*grin*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-3952790568515632630?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/3952790568515632630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=3952790568515632630&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/3952790568515632630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/3952790568515632630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/03/rapist.html' title='Rapist'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll106/tatsncorsets/sayings/th_Rapist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-8066845220189312036</id><published>2009-03-07T14:45:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T23:29:40.060-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D/s'/><title type='text'>Home Alone, pt.2</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Part 1 is &lt;a href="http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/03/home-alone-pt-1.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;he man slaps her across the face hard.&lt;br /&gt;“Now, what did I just say?!” She starts to sob. As she opens her mouth to apologize, something lacy is shoved in there.&lt;br /&gt;“That will keep you quiet.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;and still on her throat, he proceeds to have his way with her helpless form. She sucks in air as he pinches her left nipple hard. The right one he pulls and twists. She moans. He presses a knee between her legs, moving them apart. Rough fingers probe her and become slick with her juices.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh yes, you like this. You are a slut.” Her body has betrayed her.&lt;br /&gt;Taking his hand from her throat, he pushes her legs up and as far apart as they will go. Without warning, several fingers are quickly shoved inside her pussy. Callie whimpers behind her gag as the pain rushes through her body. His hand begins to pump in and out of her. With his other hand he begins to rub her clit. She tries to resist the urge to cum, but her body betrays her once again and she begins to cry again. He just laughs.&lt;br /&gt;“I told you, you were going to enjoy this,” he says as he reaches up and grabs both of her breasts and squeezes, leaving a trail of her cum up her body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;gain he pushes his fingers inside of her. More this time, stretching her as far as she will go. In and out. One hand on her throat again. It doesn’t stop until she is shaking from another orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;“Now time for me to have some fun. I am going to flip you over, your ass in the air and you’re going to stay that way,” he growls.&lt;br /&gt;Her hands still tied above her head to the bed, he lifts her body and throws her over on her stomach. Grabbing her hips, he forces her knees under her and her ass in the air. Her arms are now stretched out in front of her, face pressed into the bed. He moves her knees further apart so she is fully exposed to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;allie jumps and moans as she feels pressure against her asshole. &lt;em&gt;Please, no!&lt;/em&gt; She screams inside her head. He just laughs at her body’s reaction, but keeps his thumb there teasingly increasing the pressure.&lt;br /&gt;Once again, he starts to rub her clit hard and fast. Every time she gets near orgasm, he smacks her ass. Each hit getting harder and harder. Her skin burns and try as she might, she can’t keep from squirming. He doesn’t stop this until she is sobbing and shaking uncontrollably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;he feels him get into position behind her. In one move, he slams his cock into her now dripping wet hole, rocking her forward with the force of it. She screams behind her gag.&lt;br /&gt;Pulling out, he smacks her ass. Then slams back in. Out, smack, in, over and over.&lt;br /&gt;“Have you had enough?” All she can do is whimper behind her gag. Laughing again, he begins to pound into her pussy. Both of his large rough hands spreading her ass cheeks far apart.&lt;br /&gt;Renlentlessly this goes on, periodically reaching down and playing with her clit, bringing her to orgasm again and again. All the while, slamming his hard cock into her. It seems like forever until he cums. She is a sobbing shaking mess of bodily fluids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;e gets off the bed, and vaguely she can hear him in the bathroom, water running. Sounds like the bath is filling, but she is too exhausted to care. Since he is in the other room, she lets her body finally fall onto the bed.&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, he sits on the bed next to her, rolls her over, gently takes the gag out of her mouth and kisses her tenderly. Her hands are untied from the bed and each other. He rubs them, her wrists, and arms, returning blood flow and easing the soreness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;allie’s mind, behind the blindfold, is trying to make sense of this sudden gentleness, but is too far gone to grasp at any one idea.&lt;br /&gt;He picks her up, and cradled in his arms the blindfold is removed. She squeezes her eyes shut, afraid.&lt;br /&gt;“Open your eyes, my love,” Master says.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it was Master all along. She slowly opens her eyes and looks into his. Sobbing uncontrollably and clutching onto him for dear life, he holds her there for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;ventually, he gets up and carries her into the bathroom, putting her into the bath he ran. Ever so tenderly he washes her body, stripping away the events of the night. Never saying a word.&lt;br /&gt;After the bath, he dries her off and carries her back to the bed, laying her down. He pushes her legs up and apart as he begins to go down on her. Gently bringing her exhausted soul to climax again with his tongue.&lt;br /&gt;Callie cries again as her Master gets on top of her and enters her in one thrust. He stays there and leans down to whisper in her ear…&lt;br /&gt;“You are safe. You are Mine, I own you. I love you.” With that, he starts to slide his cock in and out. Tenderly kissing her face until they both cum together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-8066845220189312036?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/8066845220189312036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=8066845220189312036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/8066845220189312036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/8066845220189312036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/03/home-alone-pt2.html' title='Home Alone, pt.2'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-4908717055632339736</id><published>2009-03-06T04:39:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T23:29:15.333-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D/s'/><title type='text'>Home Alone, pt. 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;This fantasy was first and strongest. It is my little dark secret that I have carried with me for quite sometime.  It is a controversial and tender subject for some, and I am sorry for what they had to experience involuntarily. For me, this scenario gets me wet every time I think about it! Hope you Enjoy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;itting home alone one night, Callie is watching a horror movie on t.v, something she usually never does. She knows her Master will be home from working 2nd shift soon, but still frightened by the movie she startles at every strange noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;t’s late, about 2 a.m. when the movie ends. She is tired and decides to try to get some sleep, but unfortunately sleep eludes her. Every creak, every knock, each noise makes her jump in her skin, and she wonders why Master isn’t home yet. Eventually though, she falls asleep from pure exhaustion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;ext thing she knows someone is on top of her, straddling her with her arms pinned under their knees and a hand over her mouth. She can’t scream. It’s dark and all she can see is a silhouette, no features, no clue as to who this man is. Her heart races 1000 miles an hour as she struggles to get free. Something covers her eyes, and she feels him lean down. His face next to her ear, she feels his hot breath on her cheek.&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t make a sound. Do you understand?” he whispers.The voice is faintly familiar, but Callie is too scared out of her mind to place it. She quickly nods her understanding.&lt;br /&gt;“Good.” He takes his hand from her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;he bites her lip as he fastens whatever is covering her eyes tightly around her head, keeping it in place. Her hands are beginning to hurt, pinned as they are under his knees. He first takes one hand and then the other and ties them together, and ties them above her head.&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t move.” Callie lays perfectly still, too scared to even breathe.&lt;br /&gt;He gets up and she hears him rummaging through everything. Drawers, closet, even going into the bathroom, nothing is left untouched. A robbery. All she can hope for is that he will leave and her Master come home soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;owever, she is not so lucky. She sleeps naked and her nude body is exposed, and suddenly there is a hand on her throat, tight but she can still get air.&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t move, don’t speak. I AM going to hurt you, but worse if you disobey me. You’re going to enjoy this no matter how hard you try not to.” Against all that is right, his words strike a chord with her ingrained submissiveness. He chuckles.&lt;br /&gt;“Please don’t hurt me,” she sputters anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...to be continued.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-4908717055632339736?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/4908717055632339736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=4908717055632339736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/4908717055632339736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/4908717055632339736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/03/home-alone-pt-1.html' title='Home Alone, pt. 1'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548138429175770209.post-1618087367661146144</id><published>2009-03-05T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T02:55:55.762-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HNT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>HNT 9 ~ On the road</title><content type='html'>Here is where I was last Thursday, and why I didn't post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310010334811766594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SbDyRBAbv0I/AAAAAAAAAIU/EiFsGWlbZb0/s400/DSC01861.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;... Yes, I believe it truly is the middle of nowhere. Texas maybe?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://osbasso.blogspot.com/2005/05/guidelines-for-half-nekkid-thursday.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="15" alt="HNT_1" src="http://static.flickr.com/26/45229803_19e22a0bee_o.gif" width="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3548138429175770209-1618087367661146144?l=callieinchains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/feeds/1618087367661146144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3548138429175770209&amp;postID=1618087367661146144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/1618087367661146144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3548138429175770209/posts/default/1618087367661146144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieinchains.blogspot.com/2009/03/hnt-9-on-road.html' title='HNT 9 ~ On the road'/><author><name>callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630511789575638584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SZp2sOfm0JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6GD4RVQVi0k/s1600-R/1234457564ku4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvwf7GhxKkM/SbDyRBAbv0I/AAAAAAAAAIU/EiFsGWlbZb0/s72-c/DSC01861.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
