You brightened up my day - Wilshire District, w4m
So there I am all day with my boring little job in my boring little lobby. The UPS guy is old and the Fed Ex guy is married and all the sales people are stuck up beautiful women - yuck. And then you came in. Be still my heart, for real - I was afraid you'd hear it beating. You were there to drop off flowers for one of the Vice Presidents - everybody says she's a real bitch. You must be a delivery boy, but hair so beautiful I want to touch it, leather jacket and tight pants. Everytime I think of you I get wet. Oops - did I say that? Well, you're not likely to read this, but if you ever do you have a real admirer.
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Patty was jolted from her pleasant daydream by the jangle of her phone. Not the receptionist's number that she always answered, but the one assigned to her personally. It never rang.
"Miss Newsome, after the close of business you are to report to Miss Miller's office. Room 1400"
"Yes ma'am"
She wasn't sure who was in room 1400 but that was the top floor so she must have been important. Patty couldn't figure out why she could be wanted. She started worrying - what if this was a lay-off? The rest of the day dragged on and on.
Room 1400 was a huge office, covered with expensive-looking oak panelling, a view of the city to die for. Miss Miller was, according to the plaque on the door, Senior Vice President.
The next hour Patty was grilled. Miss Miller was interested in her personal life and seemed happy when Patty told her typical story - small town girl in the big city, didn't know anybody, no boyfriend, no family. Miss Miller cleverly got every shred of Patty's life out in the open without giving anything in return.
Finally she leaned back in the expensive leather chair.
"Well, young lady, I'm going to move you up here where you'll work under my direct supervision. You'll get a small promotion - I'll let your manager know she has to find a replacement tomorrow. In the meantime she can remember what its like to sit in the lobby. You'll be coming home with me tonight."
She had Patty sign a number of forms - she didn't read them at all, just assumed that they were connected to her new job. At length Miss Miller pressed a button on her desk and asked for her car to be brought around.
"Come, dear"
Patty followed her like an anxious puppy. Down the elevator to the front where the limousine was waiting. Patty felt lost in the back seat - Miss Miller reached over and touched her knee.
"Don't worry. You'll get what you have coming, dear"
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Patty was still confused as the they pulled up to a palatial home. They were greeted by a servant.
"We'll be in my study. Have James join us imediately"
"Yes Madam"
Patty followed her into a room that was similar to the office. Impressive - Patty couldn't help but wonder what her part would be.
"So young lady you feel you have had a boring job in a boring lobby, and that whomever those flowers were for is a real bitch, hmmm?"
Patty jumped, sucked in her breath.
"Miss Miller, I..."
"Save it. The dear boy that you were drooling over is my boy toy, young lady. My property, since he has signed a slave contract to me. "
Patty stammered.
"I didn't mean it. Truly I didn't"
Tears welled in her eyes.
"Oh, yes you did. Don't lie to me, or you'll be in more trouble. And don't start crying yet. Did you even look at the papers you signed in my office?"
Patty shook her head
"I thought not. Well dear, you just agreed to submit to my total control. Total. And that includes punishment when your behavior is inappropriate. And I think putting yourself up on Craigslist like that was inappropriate. Don't you?"
Patty couldn't help but nod. She had the awful feeling she'd had as a little girl when she knew she'd done something wrong and her mother was about to get out the hairbrush. Subconsciously she reached back and covered her bottom.
A gentle knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.
"Come in James"
Patty gasped as the boy she had so desired stepped into the room.
"Yes Ma'am. You called"
"This is the girl I told you about James"
A small smile played around his mouth.
"Yes Ma'am"
Miss Miller smiled as well.
"Well we'll see if she gets wet whenever she sees you. James, go up to my bedroom and bring me down the hairbrush"
He bowed and swiftly left the room. He was back in a moment. In his hand was a hairbrush - an awful-looking one. Patty couldn't help but start to cry. Miss Miller pulled out a straight chair and sat down, looking imperious in her expensive clothes. She was the picture of power to Patty.
"Come here, dear. You're going to learn what punishment is"
Patty blushed.
"Please don't spank me in front of him. Please."
Miss Miller smiled.
"What's the matter, dear - feeling second thoughts about bad behavior?"
Patty begged her.
"Please. It would be awful having him see me get it..."
She felt embarassed. The boy she wanted so badly would be witness to her being punished like a girl.
As Miss Miller pulled her over her knee and bared her bottom arousal was the last thing on her mind.
"James, I think this will be a good lesson for you in the handling of girls who dont behave themselves"
"Yes Ma'am"
Patty could hear the smile in his voice. As the hairbrush came down for the first of many times she couldn't help but wonder what she had gotten herself into.
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This is the last issue of Midweek Missed Connections. I enjoyed it - I thought it was an unusual way to seed a story, and I expect that I may look to those ads for further inspiration. My thanks to Casey for coming up with this writing driver. I must say that I was somewhat surprised at the extent to which vanilla people would reveal themselves to the entire world.
Thanks, Casey.
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Sunday, September 27, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Midweek Missed Connections #11
I Was In Your Office – w4m
We were talking and then you walked out with me. You laughed at my story and then the
next morning, I walked by, you whispered "I Like you". I think you know by now "I like
you also". The attraction has always been. Respond if you know this is me.
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Rene – is this you? Has to be, that's exactly what happened. Stop by after work.
Charles
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She was on pins and needles waiting for five o'clock, feeling relieved as the workday ended. After freshening up she headed for his office. She flipped her hair, knocked on the closed door.
“Hi – come in”
The smile lit up his rugged face as he escorted her in, closed the door behind her.
“You know, I've never met anyone like this before”
She was still nervous, but relaxing. He held her small hand in his large one, and they talked. Little things. Big things. Finally she noticed it was dark.
“I probably should go”
He smiled his crooked smile, rose and led her out
“OK– we'll see each other again”
As they stepped out into the long corridor he touched her shoulder. She turned to him. They kissed, a long slow kiss. He pressed her against the wall, her arms around his neck.
“Mmmmmm – see you later”
She walked away slowly, her heels echoing. At the end of the corridor she looked back. He was leaning against the wall. He smiled and waved. She blew him a kiss and turned back.
“Thank you Craigslist”
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As usual this is a real CL post. Didn't change a thing.
Last two weeks have been difficult - physically, a bunch of tax stuff that took most of my time, and back to back races last weekend. So this is very very late.
Friday, September 11, 2009
Midweek Missed Connections #10
Firefighter at my Starbucks - w4m - 23 (Stadium Fred Meyer)
Well, men rarely make me nervous... especially when I'm serving over a counter... but you did...tall with dark hair...sigh...handsome... you undid the Velcro of your pants to stuff your money in your jeans pocket... and it turned me on. I'd never seen you there before...what did you get... just straight coffee. My kind of man. Did you put creme in at the condiment bar or just sugar? Will you come back and make me nervous again? Or perhaps even reach over the counter and... hmmmm.... where is this going? You tell me.
Twas August 31st... morning some time.
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I was tired and the water from the pumper truck had soaked through to my uniform and all I wanted was a hot cup of joe. So here's this sweet little thing up on tiptoes to hand my coffee to me – I remember looking up after I undid my cargo pocket to stuff the change back in and she was looking at my crotch. Boy did she snap her head away, but I caught the red face as she did. She was cute.
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“Hi there”
I put both elbows on the counter and leaned over. She turned around.
“Oh.”
“So I make you nervous?”
Hey eyes locked with mine. She nodded, then looked down.
“Good – shall I reach over the counter and see where this goes?”
She lit up with embarassment. I couldn't help smiling.
“Why dont you just bring me some coffee first. Black”
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This one I got from my Portland search last week. I wrote the story, but I wanted something else. Now it's grown on me so I submit it this week.
Well, men rarely make me nervous... especially when I'm serving over a counter... but you did...tall with dark hair...sigh...handsome... you undid the Velcro of your pants to stuff your money in your jeans pocket... and it turned me on. I'd never seen you there before...what did you get... just straight coffee. My kind of man. Did you put creme in at the condiment bar or just sugar? Will you come back and make me nervous again? Or perhaps even reach over the counter and... hmmmm.... where is this going? You tell me.
Twas August 31st... morning some time.
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I was tired and the water from the pumper truck had soaked through to my uniform and all I wanted was a hot cup of joe. So here's this sweet little thing up on tiptoes to hand my coffee to me – I remember looking up after I undid my cargo pocket to stuff the change back in and she was looking at my crotch. Boy did she snap her head away, but I caught the red face as she did. She was cute.
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“Hi there”
I put both elbows on the counter and leaned over. She turned around.
“Oh.”
“So I make you nervous?”
Hey eyes locked with mine. She nodded, then looked down.
“Good – shall I reach over the counter and see where this goes?”
She lit up with embarassment. I couldn't help smiling.
“Why dont you just bring me some coffee first. Black”
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This one I got from my Portland search last week. I wrote the story, but I wanted something else. Now it's grown on me so I submit it this week.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Midweek Missed Connections #9
mature Domme checking you out - w4m - 420 (W Bemerton Park and Ride)
You are the professional mature gentleman, always dressed in freshly pressed. short sleeved button down, and checking your messages. I know you have an eye for the young girls, pity. Sucks 2 b me, :)
I like the change you made to your hair, so soft and touchable. I like standing behind you as we wait to board the ferry, nice view.
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He remembered standing in the misty Seattle rain, waiting for the ferry. He had never noticed anyone watching him, but then he hadn't been looking either. The ferry was just an hour gone from his life, the price of living on the peninsula. He made a note to look for her.
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She was taller than he – and, he told himself, a strong, beautiful woman. Since his marriage ended he hadn't really been looking for anyone, but if he were, she would be it.
“That was your ad on Craigslist?”
“Yes. I'm glad you found it”
“Funny, I almost never use it. I was looking for some parts for my old MG. And there you were.”
She smiled, a warm smile that invited him. Their talk lasted the whole ride, beginning the sharing that might lead to a relationship. At the end, he gave her his arm and they walked together off the boat. He turned to her
“So what exactly is a Domme?”
She smiled again.
“You recall that you said that you were missing direction in your marriage?”
He nodded.
“Dear, you will never have that complaint again”
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No way would I find a post discussing rain in LA in August. I tried Portland and Seattle and even THEY didn't have a post that mentioned rain. But this one came close enough.
You are the professional mature gentleman, always dressed in freshly pressed. short sleeved button down, and checking your messages. I know you have an eye for the young girls, pity. Sucks 2 b me, :)
I like the change you made to your hair, so soft and touchable. I like standing behind you as we wait to board the ferry, nice view.
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He remembered standing in the misty Seattle rain, waiting for the ferry. He had never noticed anyone watching him, but then he hadn't been looking either. The ferry was just an hour gone from his life, the price of living on the peninsula. He made a note to look for her.
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She was taller than he – and, he told himself, a strong, beautiful woman. Since his marriage ended he hadn't really been looking for anyone, but if he were, she would be it.
“That was your ad on Craigslist?”
“Yes. I'm glad you found it”
“Funny, I almost never use it. I was looking for some parts for my old MG. And there you were.”
She smiled, a warm smile that invited him. Their talk lasted the whole ride, beginning the sharing that might lead to a relationship. At the end, he gave her his arm and they walked together off the boat. He turned to her
“So what exactly is a Domme?”
She smiled again.
“You recall that you said that you were missing direction in your marriage?”
He nodded.
“Dear, you will never have that complaint again”
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No way would I find a post discussing rain in LA in August. I tried Portland and Seattle and even THEY didn't have a post that mentioned rain. But this one came close enough.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Midweek Missed Connections #8
Did you ever miss being submissive to a true Goddess? - w4w - 23 (at my feet)
If that is the case, and you feel you could truly be on the obedient side, then here is your chance to finally find out how obedient you can be!
It's just one little email away!
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Marie had read the posting – she couldn't believe it. Exactly what she needed – a woman who would dominate her. She wondered how the “obedient side” would be handled. She hoped with discipline. She waited in the hall at the museum nervously. Their brief email exchange had directed her to be here, now. She was dressed as she was told – no point in getting off on the wrong foot.
A tall woman walked across the large, nearly empty room, stilletto heels clicking in the silence. She was an imposing figure, much taller and better dressed than Marie even though younger.
”You are Marie?”
“Yes”
She frowned.
“Yes Ma'am”
Marie looked down.
“Yes Ma'am”
“You realize that behavior like that will get you spanked, young lady.”
Marie turned beet red. She hadn't expected to be corrected in public.
“Yes Ma'am”
“Well there's no time like the present. Come with me. We'll attend to your rudeness”
She grabbed Marie's elbow and walked her to the ladies room.
“You mean... Now? Here?”
“You did agree to be disciplined as I saw fit didn't you?”
Marie nodded.
The woman pulled a hairbrush from her purse.
“Now”
Desire and fear competed as she bent over. Perhaps she had made a mistake. It was too late to do anything about it.
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Late - week has continued being chaotic.
Again I found a real CL post that I liked. I had mentally worked out the storyline, and was thinking about how a W4W most would be worded that would fit in. I was floored when this one was the 3rd post when I looked it up a while ago. Good timing, I guess...
If that is the case, and you feel you could truly be on the obedient side, then here is your chance to finally find out how obedient you can be!
It's just one little email away!
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Marie had read the posting – she couldn't believe it. Exactly what she needed – a woman who would dominate her. She wondered how the “obedient side” would be handled. She hoped with discipline. She waited in the hall at the museum nervously. Their brief email exchange had directed her to be here, now. She was dressed as she was told – no point in getting off on the wrong foot.
A tall woman walked across the large, nearly empty room, stilletto heels clicking in the silence. She was an imposing figure, much taller and better dressed than Marie even though younger.
”You are Marie?”
“Yes”
She frowned.
“Yes Ma'am”
Marie looked down.
“Yes Ma'am”
“You realize that behavior like that will get you spanked, young lady.”
Marie turned beet red. She hadn't expected to be corrected in public.
“Yes Ma'am”
“Well there's no time like the present. Come with me. We'll attend to your rudeness”
She grabbed Marie's elbow and walked her to the ladies room.
“You mean... Now? Here?”
“You did agree to be disciplined as I saw fit didn't you?”
Marie nodded.
The woman pulled a hairbrush from her purse.
“Now”
Desire and fear competed as she bent over. Perhaps she had made a mistake. It was too late to do anything about it.
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Late - week has continued being chaotic.
Again I found a real CL post that I liked. I had mentally worked out the storyline, and was thinking about how a W4W most would be worded that would fit in. I was floored when this one was the 3rd post when I looked it up a while ago. Good timing, I guess...
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Midweek Missed Connections #7
redhead with haircut i'm jealous of riding a white bike - w4m - 24 (bike trail north of manhattan beach)
I said hi, that's what I do. You said something back that I can't remember but I'm pretty sure it was moderately sexy sounding.
It's possible that you're adorable. Just thought you should know.
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Thanks – I thought you were pretty cute yourself. Those were pretty short shorts.
Ohh – you DID notice me.
Will you be there tomorrow?
Every morning at nine
OK – See you.
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The next morning they rode together. He let her lead, but she couldn't outrun him, try though she might. On the downhill right after the hilltop the bike got away from her, and she couldn't make it around the corner. Girl and bicycle were tangled in a heap as he gently braked to a stop. He dropped his bike and lifted her off the gound, extracting her from the battered metal. She hadn't realized how strong he was until she saw how effortless it was for him – she wrapped her hand around his arm, surprised at the tight muscles.
She was trying not to cry – silly but it had really hurt when she fell. He carried her over to a bench and sat down with her in his lap. He held her, then lifted her chin so she was looking up into his eyes.
“You better be more careful – I'd hate to lose you after I just found you”
She snuggled up, wondering where this could go.
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Aha - another CL post in the desired venue. Will this madness ever end?
This is a submission for Midweek Missed Connections - for more details see
http://www.caseymorgan.org/2009/08/midweek-missed-connections-7/
I said hi, that's what I do. You said something back that I can't remember but I'm pretty sure it was moderately sexy sounding.
It's possible that you're adorable. Just thought you should know.
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Thanks – I thought you were pretty cute yourself. Those were pretty short shorts.
Ohh – you DID notice me.
Will you be there tomorrow?
Every morning at nine
OK – See you.
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The next morning they rode together. He let her lead, but she couldn't outrun him, try though she might. On the downhill right after the hilltop the bike got away from her, and she couldn't make it around the corner. Girl and bicycle were tangled in a heap as he gently braked to a stop. He dropped his bike and lifted her off the gound, extracting her from the battered metal. She hadn't realized how strong he was until she saw how effortless it was for him – she wrapped her hand around his arm, surprised at the tight muscles.
She was trying not to cry – silly but it had really hurt when she fell. He carried her over to a bench and sat down with her in his lap. He held her, then lifted her chin so she was looking up into his eyes.
“You better be more careful – I'd hate to lose you after I just found you”
She snuggled up, wondering where this could go.
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Aha - another CL post in the desired venue. Will this madness ever end?
This is a submission for Midweek Missed Connections - for more details see
http://www.caseymorgan.org/2009/08/midweek-missed-connections-7/
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Midweek Missed Connection #6
Vivoli Trattoria - w4m (Valencia)
Wish I hadn't been at a business meeting when I saw you at Vivoli today. I could barely concentrate on what I was doing because of your mesmerizing eyes. Not to mention that 1,000 watt smile...
Damn, I wouldn't have been able to concentrate either. What a fox. Looked like a high level bunch of people
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OK – you got me. So what do you do with all those guys?
Marketing. It was a boring offsite lunch to work on a boring new product. What about you?
Freelance photojournalist. Mostly bands and musicians.
Wow – that must be interesting.
Yeah – it pays, sometimes. So want to meet for coffee?
Sure – where?
Coffee Bean – down the street from Vivoli – Tomorrow night.
OK – See you there
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It was crowded and noisy for a casual place. They grinned together through strong black coffee and sticky sugary pastries. He whispered in her ear about maybe coming up to his place, and she had just nodded when his cell went off.
The conversation was terse, and his tension was obvious as he snapped it shut. The smile was gone.
“I – uhh – gotta go. Work”
“OK”
“You know Carlos Baines”
“The lead for Desparate Measures?”
“He just offed himself – I can get there ahead of the cops if I hustle”
He ran and she followed.
“Can I come?”
He shrugged. She jumped into the car. Whatever happened, it would be a long way from her usually boring life.
It was – a very long way.
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Finally - I got a real CL post that matched the optional venue - yay
MMC courtesty of @caseydamnmorgan. See her writeup at
http://www.caseymorgan.org/2009/08/midweek-missed-connection-6/
Wish I hadn't been at a business meeting when I saw you at Vivoli today. I could barely concentrate on what I was doing because of your mesmerizing eyes. Not to mention that 1,000 watt smile...
Damn, I wouldn't have been able to concentrate either. What a fox. Looked like a high level bunch of people
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OK – you got me. So what do you do with all those guys?
Marketing. It was a boring offsite lunch to work on a boring new product. What about you?
Freelance photojournalist. Mostly bands and musicians.
Wow – that must be interesting.
Yeah – it pays, sometimes. So want to meet for coffee?
Sure – where?
Coffee Bean – down the street from Vivoli – Tomorrow night.
OK – See you there
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It was crowded and noisy for a casual place. They grinned together through strong black coffee and sticky sugary pastries. He whispered in her ear about maybe coming up to his place, and she had just nodded when his cell went off.
The conversation was terse, and his tension was obvious as he snapped it shut. The smile was gone.
“I – uhh – gotta go. Work”
“OK”
“You know Carlos Baines”
“The lead for Desparate Measures?”
“He just offed himself – I can get there ahead of the cops if I hustle”
He ran and she followed.
“Can I come?”
He shrugged. She jumped into the car. Whatever happened, it would be a long way from her usually boring life.
It was – a very long way.
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Finally - I got a real CL post that matched the optional venue - yay
MMC courtesty of @caseydamnmorgan. See her writeup at
http://www.caseymorgan.org/2009/08/midweek-missed-connection-6/
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Midweek Missed Connection #5
Angels vs. Indians July 29 - w4m - 24 (Anaheim)
Ok so I feel so silly doing this, but my friend told me I had nothing to lose. I saw you at the angels game you sat right below me and we were in section 311. I had short blonde hair and I was wearing a white shirt and a brown sweater. I smiled at you a few times and you smiled back. I wasn't brave enough to try and talk to you, so I know this is a long shot, but if you see this posting I would love to get to know you. I so feel funny posting this!
After a few emails and then texts we agreed to meet at a local coffee shop – amazingly though we had met 50 miles away in Anaheim we both lived in the same town. She was stand-offish at first – seemed afraid to let go and talk. But as the evening continued she relaxed, finally enough to put her hands on my arms. She was truly beautiful, someone I could really enjoy being with.
I walked her home that night – her apartment was a block away from mine, but I had never seen her in the neighborhood. Not that it mattered. As we stopped in front of her apartment I bent down to kiss her goodnight. Her lips were soft and moist, yielding. She trembled a little.
“Would you like to come up and meet my cat?”
“ Sure”
We walked up the stairs together. It was a beautiful evening...
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It is indeed intersting to take a real person's post and supply my own ending to it. I wonder how she would feel if she ever stumbled across our stories. I have been tempted to send a link, but never have...
Ok so I feel so silly doing this, but my friend told me I had nothing to lose. I saw you at the angels game you sat right below me and we were in section 311. I had short blonde hair and I was wearing a white shirt and a brown sweater. I smiled at you a few times and you smiled back. I wasn't brave enough to try and talk to you, so I know this is a long shot, but if you see this posting I would love to get to know you. I so feel funny posting this!
After a few emails and then texts we agreed to meet at a local coffee shop – amazingly though we had met 50 miles away in Anaheim we both lived in the same town. She was stand-offish at first – seemed afraid to let go and talk. But as the evening continued she relaxed, finally enough to put her hands on my arms. She was truly beautiful, someone I could really enjoy being with.
I walked her home that night – her apartment was a block away from mine, but I had never seen her in the neighborhood. Not that it mattered. As we stopped in front of her apartment I bent down to kiss her goodnight. Her lips were soft and moist, yielding. She trembled a little.
“Would you like to come up and meet my cat?”
“ Sure”
We walked up the stairs together. It was a beautiful evening...
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It is indeed intersting to take a real person's post and supply my own ending to it. I wonder how she would feel if she ever stumbled across our stories. I have been tempted to send a link, but never have...
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
MMC #4
Coral Cafe, I wasn't your waitress, but... - w4m - 21 (Burbank)
I wish I had been. You came in with a guy with white hair and thick square glasses, and a guy closer to your age wearing a Fedora. But you, oh you! You were tall, thin, deliciously lanky, with well kept shoulderish length straight brown hair and glasses, and a nice leather jacket on. I was the brunette waitress with long earrings who kept smiling at you, brought you coffee and cream, and who's now kicking herself for not just walking up to you and saying Hello. I just let you walk out like a shy fool. But if by some miracle you read this, every time I looked at you my heart jumped into my throat and I no doubt blushed 100 shades of red. I'm using all my powers of positive thought to hope you'll come in again, and this time sit in my section.
I remember her. She DID blush. Hmmmm Well, a couple of cups of coffee wouldn't hurt.
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I saw her and waved to her across the restaurant. She smiled and jumped and waved to me.
"That was quite a Craigslist ad"
She blushed.
“When are you off”
“Forty five minutes. Why”
“I'll wait”
She blushed again. For forty-five minutes she kept me in coffee.
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We got in my car.
“ You know, I'm a real sucker for a girl in a dress. I hate jeans on girls”
“Well, I have to wear it every day”
“Guess you'll see me every day then”
She has...
I wish I had been. You came in with a guy with white hair and thick square glasses, and a guy closer to your age wearing a Fedora. But you, oh you! You were tall, thin, deliciously lanky, with well kept shoulderish length straight brown hair and glasses, and a nice leather jacket on. I was the brunette waitress with long earrings who kept smiling at you, brought you coffee and cream, and who's now kicking herself for not just walking up to you and saying Hello. I just let you walk out like a shy fool. But if by some miracle you read this, every time I looked at you my heart jumped into my throat and I no doubt blushed 100 shades of red. I'm using all my powers of positive thought to hope you'll come in again, and this time sit in my section.
I remember her. She DID blush. Hmmmm Well, a couple of cups of coffee wouldn't hurt.
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I saw her and waved to her across the restaurant. She smiled and jumped and waved to me.
"That was quite a Craigslist ad"
She blushed.
“When are you off”
“Forty five minutes. Why”
“I'll wait”
She blushed again. For forty-five minutes she kept me in coffee.
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We got in my car.
“ You know, I'm a real sucker for a girl in a dress. I hate jeans on girls”
“Well, I have to wear it every day”
“Guess you'll see me every day then”
She has...
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
MMC #3
Where is Michael (grew up in Malibu) lives in Brentwood? - w4m (Brentwood)
Your name is Michael
You grew up in Malibu
You live in Brentwood
You are a member at Bel Air CC
You like the spazmatics
You own a restaurant franchise
You like to play the guitar and are quite impressive at it
We went on several great dates...
You invited me to the spazmatics...
and then I never returned your call...
I lost my phone and you were lost.
Can you be found? Is it possible?
If anyone knows who this Michael I speak of is... please email me.
Hey I know it is weird to turn to CL..
but hey you never know. It is a small world.
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Call me at 310-XXX-XXXX Michael
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"Hi this is Michael"
"Hi Michael, This is Valerie. I finally found you"
"Yeah"
"I had such a hard time finding you. I lost my phone, like I said on Craigslist..."
"Well, look. The concert was 3 weeks ago. I haven't heard from you for almost a month"
"I know. Well it took me a while..."
"Did it? You knew where the restaurant was. And I gave you a business card"
"I know. After I lost the phone and couldn't find you I was afraid you'd be mad at me..."
"Perceptive of you"
"Ummm Michael ARE you mad at me?"
"Well look at it this way - there was $160 for the front row tickets and $100 for the backstage pass"
"Oh God, I had no idea..."
"The $300 deposit for the limo I couldn''t get back, not to mention the $450 for the hotel suite"
"Ohhhh..."
"And all for someone who was so thoughtless and self-centered she couldn't find me"
"I'm so sorry. I'll make it up to you..."
"No - no you wont. If you want to pick up where we left off, as far as I'm concerned you deserve a good old fashioned spanking"
"What? How could you..."
"Sorry Valerie - that's how I feel"
"Ummm"
"OK, goodbye then"
"Michael. Ohhh goodbye"
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"Hi this is Michael's phone. He's not with me right now so leave a message"
"Michael, this is Valerie. I've been thinking it over and maybe you're right. My mom used to spank me and its not like I've never had one and God I cant believe I'm doing this Oh I miss you and if you really think that's what you want then go ahead and spank me. Call me.
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"Hello..."
"Hi Valerie, this is Michael. I got your message"
"Uh huh..."
"Why dont you come over tonight and we'll get this over with. Be here at eight"
"Ummm Ok I guess. I mean, how are you... What are you going to do to me?"
"I'm going to put you across my knee Valerie, just like you were a little girl. Then I'm going to pull your pants down. And then I'm going to spank you with a hairbrush. I borrowed one from my mom."
"Oh god. I'm kinda... afraid"
"Well just be here at eight."
"OK - eight o'clock"
"Bye"
"Bye"
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At eight o'clock she stood outside his door, timidly knocking. The huge carved door opened and she looked up into his intense blue eyes. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. He kissed back.
"This way"
He closed the door behind her.
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That, BTW, is a real CL ad - I couldn't make this stuff up...
Your name is Michael
You grew up in Malibu
You live in Brentwood
You are a member at Bel Air CC
You like the spazmatics
You own a restaurant franchise
You like to play the guitar and are quite impressive at it
We went on several great dates...
You invited me to the spazmatics...
and then I never returned your call...
I lost my phone and you were lost.
Can you be found? Is it possible?
If anyone knows who this Michael I speak of is... please email me.
Hey I know it is weird to turn to CL..
but hey you never know. It is a small world.
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Call me at 310-XXX-XXXX Michael
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"Hi this is Michael"
"Hi Michael, This is Valerie. I finally found you"
"Yeah"
"I had such a hard time finding you. I lost my phone, like I said on Craigslist..."
"Well, look. The concert was 3 weeks ago. I haven't heard from you for almost a month"
"I know. Well it took me a while..."
"Did it? You knew where the restaurant was. And I gave you a business card"
"I know. After I lost the phone and couldn't find you I was afraid you'd be mad at me..."
"Perceptive of you"
"Ummm Michael ARE you mad at me?"
"Well look at it this way - there was $160 for the front row tickets and $100 for the backstage pass"
"Oh God, I had no idea..."
"The $300 deposit for the limo I couldn''t get back, not to mention the $450 for the hotel suite"
"Ohhhh..."
"And all for someone who was so thoughtless and self-centered she couldn't find me"
"I'm so sorry. I'll make it up to you..."
"No - no you wont. If you want to pick up where we left off, as far as I'm concerned you deserve a good old fashioned spanking"
"What? How could you..."
"Sorry Valerie - that's how I feel"
"Ummm"
"OK, goodbye then"
"Michael. Ohhh goodbye"
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"Hi this is Michael's phone. He's not with me right now so leave a message"
"Michael, this is Valerie. I've been thinking it over and maybe you're right. My mom used to spank me and its not like I've never had one and God I cant believe I'm doing this Oh I miss you and if you really think that's what you want then go ahead and spank me. Call me.
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"Hello..."
"Hi Valerie, this is Michael. I got your message"
"Uh huh..."
"Why dont you come over tonight and we'll get this over with. Be here at eight"
"Ummm Ok I guess. I mean, how are you... What are you going to do to me?"
"I'm going to put you across my knee Valerie, just like you were a little girl. Then I'm going to pull your pants down. And then I'm going to spank you with a hairbrush. I borrowed one from my mom."
"Oh god. I'm kinda... afraid"
"Well just be here at eight."
"OK - eight o'clock"
"Bye"
"Bye"
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At eight o'clock she stood outside his door, timidly knocking. The huge carved door opened and she looked up into his intense blue eyes. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. He kissed back.
"This way"
He closed the door behind her.
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That, BTW, is a real CL ad - I couldn't make this stuff up...
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Missed Connections #2
Marina Water Taxi Saturday morning, pretty red dress with your girlfriends M4W (LA)
You sat across from me and flirted whenever your gf's were turned around looking out the windows. Thanks, you made my morning. Love to meet you again. Ice Cream? Coffee?
Tom
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R U the guy with the black slacks and dress shirt?
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That would be me - I just wanted to say hi. Tell you the truth a lot of these ads creep me out.
Tom
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Me 2 - so what, do you live down here? my gf's and I came down from the valley
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Little place right off the beach. Just a studio, for working
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O - what do you do ?
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computer stuff mostly. how about you?
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work in a dress shop - it's awful (giggles) my name is tara, BTW
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well, tara, if you're coming down again let me know - I'll take you out for ice cream
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where?
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right on the beach there's a little place called Dana's - friend of mine owns it, and they have good ice cream
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K I love ice cream - ill remember
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hey are you still there?
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sure, why
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i was thinking about coming down this weekend
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OK - still feel like ice cream?
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yes
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meet me at Dana's
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So I sat across the table from her and we talked for hours. She told me how bad it was to work in a dress shop and I smiled and told her she didn't know what awful was yet. She said she was 22 and she had a good idea. When I asked her where she got her ideas she just got a sad look in her eyes, so maybe (I thought to myself) she'd really had a tough life despite her youth. In the end she came home with me and we spent more time talking; after a while she slipped out of her cute little dress and we made quiet love, the slider open and the sound of the ocean barely audible. She cried a little, then stretched herself along my body and molded herselt against me.
Later she whispered that she had to go to the bathroom and I watched her against the glow from the nitelights I'd left on for her. My eyes closed and I heard her padding back towards the bed. I'll never know why I opened my eyes and looked up at her - I could just barely see the sad look in her eyes and I wondered what I could do. I caught the flash of the knife out of my peripheral vision and rolled sideways against her as she stabbed down, burying the tip of the blade in the headboard, far enough that she couldn't pull it out and strike again. Thank god she was neither large nor strong, for I was easily able to subdue her. I reached to the phone and hit the 911 autodial while she began to keen and wail like a wounded animal struggling to get free.
She left in the back seat of the sheriff's cruiser - apparently she had escaped from a mental hospital. They told me how lucky I was.
I never saw her again after that. You know those creepy feelings still come up whenever I turn to the personals.
You sat across from me and flirted whenever your gf's were turned around looking out the windows. Thanks, you made my morning. Love to meet you again. Ice Cream? Coffee?
Tom
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R U the guy with the black slacks and dress shirt?
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That would be me - I just wanted to say hi. Tell you the truth a lot of these ads creep me out.
Tom
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Me 2 - so what, do you live down here? my gf's and I came down from the valley
----------------------------------------------
Little place right off the beach. Just a studio, for working
-----------------------------------------------
O - what do you do ?
-----------------------------------------------
computer stuff mostly. how about you?
-----------------------------------------------
work in a dress shop - it's awful (giggles) my name is tara, BTW
-----------------------------------------------
well, tara, if you're coming down again let me know - I'll take you out for ice cream
-----------------------------------------------
where?
-----------------------------------------------
right on the beach there's a little place called Dana's - friend of mine owns it, and they have good ice cream
-----------------------------------------------
K I love ice cream - ill remember
-----------------------------------------------
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hey are you still there?
-----------------------------------------------
sure, why
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i was thinking about coming down this weekend
-----------------------------------------------
OK - still feel like ice cream?
-----------------------------------------------
yes
-----------------------------------------------
meet me at Dana's
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So I sat across the table from her and we talked for hours. She told me how bad it was to work in a dress shop and I smiled and told her she didn't know what awful was yet. She said she was 22 and she had a good idea. When I asked her where she got her ideas she just got a sad look in her eyes, so maybe (I thought to myself) she'd really had a tough life despite her youth. In the end she came home with me and we spent more time talking; after a while she slipped out of her cute little dress and we made quiet love, the slider open and the sound of the ocean barely audible. She cried a little, then stretched herself along my body and molded herselt against me.
Later she whispered that she had to go to the bathroom and I watched her against the glow from the nitelights I'd left on for her. My eyes closed and I heard her padding back towards the bed. I'll never know why I opened my eyes and looked up at her - I could just barely see the sad look in her eyes and I wondered what I could do. I caught the flash of the knife out of my peripheral vision and rolled sideways against her as she stabbed down, burying the tip of the blade in the headboard, far enough that she couldn't pull it out and strike again. Thank god she was neither large nor strong, for I was easily able to subdue her. I reached to the phone and hit the 911 autodial while she began to keen and wail like a wounded animal struggling to get free.
She left in the back seat of the sheriff's cruiser - apparently she had escaped from a mental hospital. They told me how lucky I was.
I never saw her again after that. You know those creepy feelings still come up whenever I turn to the personals.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Missed Connections
Thursday 5:15 405 Northbound near Santa Monica
You: Long blond hair, yellow Lamborghini (with the Smith and Wesson cuffs on the rear view)
Me: Short white hair, silver Vette, next to you
You waved, I waved. (Then I watched you grab the submissive girl in the passenger seat by the hair. I reached into my backpack and pulled out a spanking hairbrush and held it up for you You nodded and had your girl hold out her hand for it. I watched the expression on her face as you swatted her on the legs a few times)
Then traffic started up again and you were gone
(I just want my hairbrush back)
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Dear Silver Vette,
Yes I have your hairbrush. I used it all evening? Want it back? Meet me at Starbucks on Sepulvada and Santa Monica Blvd?
Lambo Liz
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Dear Liz,
Love to – tomorrow nite at 8:00?
Tom
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K
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As I pulled in the car was there with an empty space next to it. She was alone – that was unexpected.
I had anticipated her submissive.
Over Latte's together, after the hello, how are you, nice evening smalltalk...
“I've never done this with a guy before”
“What's that?
“You know – the hairbrush thing”
“You do understand I'm dominant”
She looked down at the table
“I... know. I guess..”
“You Ready”
“Ummm...yes, I guess so”
She followed me home. Followed me in. Fished the hairbrush out of her purse.
Lifted up her skirt.
It was indeed a lovely night.
You: Long blond hair, yellow Lamborghini (with the Smith and Wesson cuffs on the rear view)
Me: Short white hair, silver Vette, next to you
You waved, I waved. (Then I watched you grab the submissive girl in the passenger seat by the hair. I reached into my backpack and pulled out a spanking hairbrush and held it up for you You nodded and had your girl hold out her hand for it. I watched the expression on her face as you swatted her on the legs a few times)
Then traffic started up again and you were gone
(I just want my hairbrush back)
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Dear Silver Vette,
Yes I have your hairbrush. I used it all evening? Want it back? Meet me at Starbucks on Sepulvada and Santa Monica Blvd?
Lambo Liz
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Dear Liz,
Love to – tomorrow nite at 8:00?
Tom
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K
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As I pulled in the car was there with an empty space next to it. She was alone – that was unexpected.
I had anticipated her submissive.
Over Latte's together, after the hello, how are you, nice evening smalltalk...
“I've never done this with a guy before”
“What's that?
“You know – the hairbrush thing”
“You do understand I'm dominant”
She looked down at the table
“I... know. I guess..”
“You Ready”
“Ummm...yes, I guess so”
She followed me home. Followed me in. Fished the hairbrush out of her purse.
Lifted up her skirt.
It was indeed a lovely night.
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