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uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>248</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-4017174772246846005</id><published>2012-01-26T14:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T16:44:45.861-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lisa&apos;s training Chapter 14'/><title type='text'>Lisa's Training Chapter 14</title><content type='html'>After leaving you hanging in the middle of the dinner party in the last chapter, I promised to write about the rest of the evening soon. So here it is:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lisa's Training Chapter 14&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lisa almost couldn't believe it. She was naked in a room with several other naked women and like the rest of them, she had a dildo in her pussy and a plug in her butt.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yet she had to admit she liked it. It made her feel so submissive. She wanted to please her Master and make him happy. She loves the things he does to her and this was totally new. And she had to admit it was making her so wet. The juices were dripping onto her thighs and she was dying to rub her clit but she knew she hadn't been given permission to do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She wondered what would be done to her the rest of the evening. She found out quickly what would happen next. Each woman had her wrists cuffed and fastened behind her so she couldn't cover up even if she wanted to. Their boobs and pussies were exposed for all to see. And then each woman then had a collar put around her neck with a leash attached. That made her feel feel even more submissive. She hoped her Master would be proud of her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the first  woman was led by the leash back into the ballroom. Each woman had been transformed from a woman wearing a chic black cocktail dress to a naked slave who was collared and cuffed and had a plug in her butt and a dildo in her pussy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When she entered the room, there was a spotlight shining on her that almost blinded her. Each woman entered the room the room that way as the bright spotlight showed off her naked body. She saw the women who had entered before her were lined up on a row and they had were standing on scales. When they were all in the room, several men entered the room with clipboards. The weight of each woman was written down and each woman was measured for her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;height and measurements. Lisa felt so submissive as the tape went around her breasts, stomach and hips. She was proud of her body and she hoped it met the standards that the host wanted. Even her clit and her slit were measured as well as her arms and legs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the measurements were completed, the women were all blindfolded. Lisa wondered why they were blindfolded and she got the answer quickly when the host announced they would be inspected. The blindfolds would prevent them from watching the inspection of the other women and not knowing who inspected them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it was her turn, she was told to open her mouth. She felt a finger being inserted in her mouth as her teeth was checked out. The Master doing the inspection said he was pleased she had good teeth. He then fondled her breasts and asked her if they were natural and she was proud to say yes. He then took the dildo out of her pussy and tasted her juices and then fed them to her. He said he was pleased that she was very wet. He said you have done a good job of training her and she heard her Master's voice say. "Thank you.'' She was so pleased that her Master was getting compliments on her reaction. And she felt herself getting even wetter as the juices continued to drip on her thighs. She felt so submissive. She felt she was giving her Master what he wanted. She wanted to make him happy. When the inspector pushed the butt plug in and out of her ass, he also told Master he was pleased she wasn't tight and had good ass training.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That made her feel good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the blindfolds were taken off, a cart was rolled in and Lisa knew why there were measured so carefully. Each woman had a corset put on that rested under their breasts and pushed them up and stopped above their pussy. She had to admit the women looked stunning in the black corsets that left their breasts and pussies showing. And then each woman was fitted with a garter belt and long black stockings. So they were collared, wearing a corset and long black stockings, but their pussies and breasts were exposed. Lisa felt so exposed but she figured her Master would be so pleased with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The women were then led to the dinner table and then seated on a pillow at the feet of their Masters. It was difficult to sit down with her wrists cuffed behind her but her Master made sure she didn't fall. She wondered if she would be allowed to eat or would just watch her Master dine. She quickly found out when her Master gave her a spoon of caviar. She and the rest of the slaves would be fed by their Masters. And what a dinner it was, caviar followed by lobster bisque soup followed by a ceasar salad, lobster, lamb and standing rib roast. The meal was absolutely delicious and Lisa felt so submissive being fed by her Master. And they washed them down with the finest wines and he deliberately raised her glass so it dribbled down her chin and onto her breasts. That made her feel so submissive, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After they finished the entrees, one of the slaves was called to another room. When the dessert table was wheeled in, Lisa found out why. She was part of the dessert presentation of whipped creamed and strawberries. Her body was covered with whipped cream and the strawberries were set in it and the Masters scooped the strawberries and cream off her body. And some of them inserted strawberries in her pussy to combine the flavor of her juices with the taste of the strawberries. And before she was brought in, pussy juices were rubbed on her face so the smell of her sex was in the air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the tables were cleared, it was time for the night's entertainment. And then three naked women were brought in the room and pulleys were dropped from the ceiling and they were cuffed with their arms above their head and a spreader bar was put between their legs. And the Masters mingled while the slaves watched and inspected them and tasted their pussy juices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then Master James announced  it was time for the main event. He said one of the Masters would show how well his slave had been trained since this was her first time at the dinner. Lisa was stunned when she heard Master James call her name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His Master helped her up off the pillow and led her to the center of the room and the spotlight shown in her eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She then saw a cart wheeled in with a lot of clothespins and she winced. She knew the bite of the clothespins but she wanted to please him. She winched as he put three on each pussy lip and then one on her nipple and four on each breast around it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She then bent over the spanking bench as he picked up the cane. She knew the drill. With each spank, she called out the number. With each stroke, she said, "ohhh'' and then "one, sir'' and on and on. By number 28, she said, "oh gawd.'' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The numbers kept going higher, 30, 40, 50 and she winced with each blow. She was now panting hard. The blows were making the pins bite even harder. It was getting harder to concentrate. He then stopped at 60 on the left ass cheek and then he moved to the right ass cheek and had her start counting at one again. As he continued on her second cheek, she often said, "oh, gawd'' as she tried to catch her breath. By the end of the 60 on the right one, she was sweating and trembling. Then he went back to her first one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After 40 on that cheek, she was losing it. It was so hard to concentrate.  The pain was getting worse. But she kept thinking she needed to please her Master. After 40 on the left cheek, that one had taken 100 and he switched to the other one. With each stroke, the pain was getting blinding. She wanted to rip the pins off of her. And it took her longer and longer to give the count until she lost count all together at 13. He gave her the number and gave her two more and then stopped at 15. She had never lost track of the count before so he knew had reached her limits. He had planned to go to 40 so it would be an even 100 on each ass cheek. But he knew it was time to stop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He then told her to take the pins off her boobs and the pain was so intense taking them off. She screamed, "oh, gawd. oh shit.'' And she kept thinking about how it was going to feel taking them off her pussy lips. She already had them on for more than the 20 minutes recommended for having pins on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her Master kept reassuring her that she was pleasing him as she took off the pins off her pussy lips. She screamed again as she took them off but when she was done, she had to admit she felt a feeling of euphoria that she had done what he asked. She had pleased him. He asked her how she felt and she said, "Oh my nipples hurt so bad.'' He asked her if she wanted to continue and she didn't want to stop. She felt fuzzy but she wanted to please him. So he had her stroke her boobs 100 times and her clit 100 times and then fuck her pussy 100 times with the dildo and she game at number 30. She said she thought she was out of it and was getting cold. She often got his feeling of being cold once she was drained. One of the butlers brought in a robe and ushered them into a bedroom as she got a standing ovation for the way she served her Master. And Master cuddled with her until she feel asleep in his arms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She woke up the next morning with sore nipples and pussy lips but she felt refreshed and so pleased that she had given him everything he wanted. She loves making him happy and pleasing him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After they showed and they rubbed each other's bodies in the shower, Master James then treated them to a lavish breakfast and congratulated her on the way she served her Master. He said they would be invited to future dinners.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she was so pleased. She had served her Master. She had given him what he wanted. She was content. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8200416918526393742-4017174772246846005?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4017174772246846005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2012/01/lisas-training-chapter-14.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/4017174772246846005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/4017174772246846005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2012/01/lisas-training-chapter-14.html' title='Lisa&apos;s Training Chapter 14'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-8604698576984673694</id><published>2012-01-25T22:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T22:30:31.944-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teen calls cops on mom for having sex'/><title type='text'>Teen Calls Cops on Mom for having Sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;If you have or have had teens in your house, you know they tend to put a crimp in your sex life. They tend to stay up late and if your bedroom is close to theirs, you don't feel like you have much privacy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, here is a story I had to share. A 15-year-old called 911 and wanted to go to a shelter because she heard her mom having sex and felt disrespected. The police came and she admitted there was no abuse or neglect in the home and then changed her mind about going to the shelter because it was almost time for school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the link to the story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesmokinggun.com/documents/florida/girl-calls-cops-over-mom-having-sex-768493"&gt;http://www.thesmokinggun.com/documents/florida/girl-calls-cops-over-mom-having-sex-768493&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they aren't making it up because there is an actual police report. And you can click on and read the actual report, which ends, "Nothing further.'' You can just imagine the cop thinking how did I get stuck with this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8200416918526393742-8604698576984673694?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8604698576984673694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2012/01/teen-calls-cops-on-mom-for-having-sex.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/8604698576984673694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/8604698576984673694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2012/01/teen-calls-cops-on-mom-for-having-sex.html' title='Teen Calls Cops on Mom for having Sex'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-868804757852819398</id><published>2012-01-21T22:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T23:45:58.214-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lisa&apos;s training Chapter 13eri'/><title type='text'>Lisa's Training Chapter 13</title><content type='html'>This is the latest chapter in my Lisa series, the story of a professional woman who is a tiger in the office and a slave at home to her Master. If you're a newcomer here and like the story, the first 12 chapters are in the archives.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lisa's Training Chapter 13&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lisa was tired. It had been another grueling week of 12-hour days. Running her office in a big corporation was demanding work. She had to prove to the men in the office that she could be in charge. She knew they called her a bitch behind her back, but that didn't bother her. She was going to climb the corporate ladder. No glass ceiling for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, they had no idea that under her tailored suits, she sometimes wore a butt plug because she was a slave to her Master. She loved being a submissive. She loved serving him. She loved it when he sent her to the bathroom at work, told her to pull down her pants and panties and stand there naked below the waist waiting for permission to pee. She loved that he made her rub her clit before she pulled her panties up. Once she left the bathroom, though, she was back to her no-nonsense self.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But once she got home, she was free to submit and obey. SSO he liked to call it. Serve, submit and obey. She got undressed and put on her collar the way she was required to when she got home. He wanted her naked and collared when he called if he wanted to use her body for her pleasure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She then turned on the computer to check her personal emails as she sat on the sandpaper on her chair with her naked butt the way he required her. And she saw there was one from him. That always made her heart flip. It always did to hear from him. And then when she opened it, she could feel herself getting excited and wet immediately. He was telling her they were going to one of Master James' dinner parties Saturday night. Master James was well known in the community. So were his dinner parties. They were coveted by members in the lifestyle. He had a mansion where he hosted the parties. He had made big money as a hedge fund manager and his parties were known to be lavish events. The doms all dressed in tuxedos. The submissives wore black cocktail dresses that showed plenty of cleavage and were so short they barely covered their pussies. But what actually happened at those parties was never talked about by the guests.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lisa was thrilled to be invited and eager to find out what takes place at the parties. He told her he would pick her up in the morning so they could go out and buy the right dress. He told her to dress casually but with no underwear. The women at the parties never wore bras or panties. They were naked under their dresses so he didn't want her wearing them when she tried on the dresses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When he knocked on her door the following morning, she was on her knees with her head bowed the way she always was when he arrived. He lifted her face towards him and told her to rise and then reached inside her pants and plunged his fingers into her pussy. She was wet the way she always was when she met him. He got his fingers wet and then sucked her juices off them. He loved her taste and smell. He then rubbed some of her juices on her upper lip and on her face so he could smell her sex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then they were off to one of the best boutiques in town where he had her try on several dresses before he found the one he liked. It met the requirements for Master James' parties. It was a black cocktail dress with a plunging neckline. It barely covered her nipples. And it was so short it barely covered her shaved pussy. And it was sleeveless so it showed the fact her pits were not shaved. He didn't allow her to shave them as a sign of his ownership of her. She was now used to it and if he wanted her to show the fact she wasn't shaved at the party, she wanted to make him happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When he brought her home, he told her that two women would be arriving to prepare her for the party. They would do her hair and makeup. She had to look flawless for the event. She would find out out soon how she would be prepared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the women arrived, they told her to follow them in the bathroom and strip. She was taken back. Wasn't she getting any privacy? They told her that Master had given them instructions and they would follow them. She was stunned again to know they knew she was his slave. But she knew if they knew, she had to obey. She quickly undressed and they told her to get on her knees and then she spotted the enema bag. She knew what that meant. She was going to get an enema. Why did she need an enema to attend a dinner party? She could only guess but she knew she had to obey. She raised her butt as one woman lubed her ass and plunged in the rod to give her the enema. In no time, she felt filled and was cramping and her belly was extending before she was told to get up and expel it. She was relieved that was over until she was told to get back on her knees. One enema wasn't enough. She needed a second one to make sure she was properly cleaned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She then showered and the women dried her off and brought her into the bedroom where they waxed her pussy to make sure there were no stray hairs. They then put in a chair and fixed her hair and put on her makeup. She had to admit as she looked in the mirror that they were professionals. Her makeup was perfect. And her hair looked beautiful. They then brought out her new dress and after putting it on, she had to admit she never looked so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The women had done their job. They left and told her that her Master was to be arriving soon. So she got on her knees the way she always was when he arrived. When he arrived. he complimented her and told her she looked ravishing and she was pleased. She always wanted to please him. She always wanted to make him happy. He then reached under her short dress and found she was wet again as she always was when he arrived. He sucked her juices off his fingers but this time he didn't rub any on her face. He didn't want to spoil her makeup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He then led her to the waiting limo and they both got into the back seat. He told her to raise her dress so she was sitting on her bare butt. She was reminded of the woman in "The Story of O'' who was told to do the same thing in the opening scene. He then played with her pussy as they drove to Master James' mansion. She was embarrassed because the limo driver could see what he was doing, but she wanted to submit. She wanted to make him happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When they arrived at the mansion, the butler opened the door and welcomed them. And when they got inside, Master James welcomed them and ushered them into the ballroom. It was a beautiful room with expensive paintings on the walls and a long table was set for about a dozen couples. They were served drinks and appetizers and they met some of the other guests. All the men wore tuxes and the women were in black cocktail dresses similar to hers. All had plunging necklines that showed off their tits. And they were all so short they barely covered their pussies. To this point, it was a typical cocktail party and she started to wonder what all the fuss was about. And then a woman in a uniform clapped her hands and said, "Ok, all the women, follow me.''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; She was puzzled as she looked at her Master and he nodded so she knew she was supposed to do what she was told.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Several of the other women had obviously been there before and quickly followed so Lisa tagged along. The went into a side room and she was stunned when some of the women who had been there before started unzipping their dresses and stepping out of them. They seemed to take it for granted they were going to be naked. Lisa hesitated until the women in charge snapped her fingers and told her to undress. A butler was waiting with hangers for the dresses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Lisa looked at the other naked women, she saw that some of them had pierced nipples and pussy lips. One had Slave Sally tatooed on her butt. Another was wearing a chastity belt and the woman in charge had a key and opened it. And she was stunned to see another women whose pussy had been sewed shut. The woman in charge snipped it open and pulled out the thread. The women were then told to bend over and the butler lubed each of their asses and inserted a butt plug. He then told them to stand up with their legs spread and he inserted a dildo in their pussies. They were now all naked with a butt plug in their ass and a dildo in their pussy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lisa couldn't help thinking what was next. She would soon find out. She had certainly never been at a dinner party like this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(To be continued)     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-868804757852819398?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/868804757852819398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2012/01/lisas-training-chapter-13_21.html#comment-form' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/868804757852819398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/868804757852819398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2012/01/lisas-training-chapter-13_21.html' title='Lisa&apos;s Training Chapter 13'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-4030072427840053845</id><published>2012-01-21T05:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T05:53:00.752-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shaving II'/><title type='text'>Shaving II</title><content type='html'>In my last post about women shaving, three women commented on their guy shaving. Squirrel said she loved it that Wolf shaved. Goodgirl said she likes trimmed hair on a guy and Deb had the most interesting comment. She doesn't like sucking what she calls hair balls. She wishes men didn't have hair on their balls. But she doesn't want them to shave their balls either. So she has to suck hair balls.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I thought I'd ask the readers what do they think of the hair on their men. Do they like it? Don't care? And do any of their guys shave?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My comment on all this is that I hate shaving my face, much less my groin area and balls. I would agree to trim and run my electric razor over my groin area but not enough to get it completely bare. And not my balls. And I hate that it is thinning on my head but still grows on my face. I would prefer it the other way around. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, share your thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FD  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8200416918526393742-4030072427840053845?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4030072427840053845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2012/01/shaving-ii.html#comment-form' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/4030072427840053845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/4030072427840053845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2012/01/shaving-ii.html' title='Shaving II'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-1335072033254032381</id><published>2012-01-17T10:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T11:24:59.476-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women shaving'/><title type='text'>Shaving</title><content type='html'>In a recent post, the lovely PK made a reference to her husband shaving and spanking her kitty as she calls it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the link: &lt;a href="http://elisnewbeginnings.blogspot.com/2012/01/oh-voices-in-my-head.html"&gt;http://elisnewbeginnings.blogspot.com/2012/01/oh-voices-in-my-head.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I thought I would do a blog on shaving. I did it a couple of years ago but I have a lot of new readers and I find it fascinating how customs change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Playboy started publishing in the 1950s, pussy hair was considered so erotic the magazine couldn't show it. Then shaving was considered kinky. And then it became mainstream. I am still puzzled why and how this happened. There have been suggestions that porn actresses started the trend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And interesting that many men like it and even some women prefer the smooth feel. Of course, some people prefer a trim or a landing strip compared to shaving it all off -- or waxing it off. And some prefer a full bush.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I happen to like pussy hair but that's me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I thought I would open the conservation. Do you shave, wax or trim? How long have you been doing it? Do you do it for him or do you like it yourself? Or do you not shave at all? And do you ever discuss shaving with your real life friends?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you will share your thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-1335072033254032381?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1335072033254032381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2012/01/shaving.html#comment-form' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/1335072033254032381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/1335072033254032381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2012/01/shaving.html' title='Shaving'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-3953425112948479540</id><published>2012-01-12T22:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T22:16:22.249-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair coloring'/><title type='text'>Coloring your Hair</title><content type='html'>Do you color your hair? Do you color it to change the color or to cover up the gray?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought women might like to discuss coloring their hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-3953425112948479540?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3953425112948479540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2012/01/coloring-your-hair.html#comment-form' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/3953425112948479540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/3953425112948479540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2012/01/coloring-your-hair.html' title='Coloring your Hair'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-9149438206562077526</id><published>2012-01-10T10:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T09:54:51.884-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being happy'/><title type='text'>Being Happy</title><content type='html'>I thought this post by greengirl about friends noticing that she and her husband seem happier together now that they are in the lifestyle. Of course, they don't know about their lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought it would be interesting to see if you friends commented on you being happier once you were in TTWD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the link:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://greengirl-whatiwonder.blogspot.com/2012/01/observations-ours-and-others.html"&gt;http://greengirl-whatiwonder.blogspot.com/2012/01/observations-ours-and-others.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;FD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-9149438206562077526?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/9149438206562077526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2012/01/being-happy.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/9149438206562077526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/9149438206562077526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2012/01/being-happy.html' title='Being Happy'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-5771149478101586812</id><published>2012-01-09T01:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T01:44:44.218-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relaxing'/><title type='text'>Relaxing</title><content type='html'>Last weekend was so hectic as I ended the holiday season with my daughter's wedding. This weekend, it was nice to relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And walked the beach, which I love to do, hearing the waves crashing and lapping at my ankles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the benefits of living in Florida is that it's beach weather even in January. Wasn't hot. Kind of sweatshirt weather. But nice. And the crazy thing is that the beaches weren't crowded at all and no problem finding parking close to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like the natives want it steaming hot to come to the beach. To me a cool breeze is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And had an interesting story yesterday. Some of the tennis players often get together on Saturday and we were having typical guy talk, mostly about sports. And somebody pointed to one of the guys I didn't know and said he probably wasn't interested in the conversation. I asked him what he was into. And he said stocks. Turns out he has a formula and said he averaged $28,000 a month last year. And he's 83 and says it's kind of a hobby to give him something to do. He lives a simple life. A 2300 square foot house which is the size of mine and a 16-year-old car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hasn't been to Europe in over a decade. I was telling him why aren't you at a bistro in Paris instead of at Panera's. LOL. And he and his wife, married 59 years, have no kids. I told him he could put the Florida Dom Foundation (well I used my real name) in his will. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, found it interesting to see a guy with a lot of money living an average middle class lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had lost 2 1-2 pounds in the last week when I stepped on the scale this morning. I thought if I wrote about it, it would give me more incentive not to slack off. It will be hard to keep up that pace but it is a start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see if I can keep it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-5771149478101586812?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5771149478101586812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2012/01/relaxing.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/5771149478101586812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/5771149478101586812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2012/01/relaxing.html' title='Relaxing'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-5563017845691308538</id><published>2012-01-06T07:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T22:15:43.448-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Why people fall out of love'/><title type='text'>Why We Fall Out of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I found this article about why people fall out of love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought it was interesting. I am curious what your thoughts might be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the link:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://yahoo.match.com/y/article.aspx?articleid=12680&amp;amp;TrackingID=526103&amp;amp;BannerID=926100"&gt;http://yahoo.match.com/y/article.aspx?articleid=12680&amp;amp;TrackingID=526103&amp;amp;BannerID=926100&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-5563017845691308538?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5563017845691308538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2012/01/why-we-fall-out-of-love.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/5563017845691308538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/5563017845691308538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2012/01/why-we-fall-out-of-love.html' title='Why We Fall Out of Love'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-2285022204400245935</id><published>2012-01-05T13:28:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T15:55:17.805-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mystery of womenSt'/><title type='text'>The Mystery of Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Stephen Hawking says women are a mystery. He can figure out everything else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/women-mystery-british-physicist-hawking-135814776.html"&gt;hFDttp://news.yahoo.com/women-mystery-british-physicist-hawking-135814776.html&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-2285022204400245935?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2285022204400245935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2012/01/mystery-of-women.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/2285022204400245935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/2285022204400245935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2012/01/mystery-of-women.html' title='The Mystery of Women'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-4089569599030889720</id><published>2012-01-05T07:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T07:57:52.893-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pussy spankings'/><title type='text'>Pussy spankings</title><content type='html'>I'm sure many of you read the post by the lovely Ronnie on getting a pussy spanking. Here is the link:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://ronniesoul.blogspot.com/2012/01/it-felt-wrong-to-enjoy-it-but.html"&gt;http://ronniesoul.blogspot.com/2012/01/it-felt-wrong-to-enjoy-it-but.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I thought I'd ask. Do you get pussy spankings and do you like them? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-4089569599030889720?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4089569599030889720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2012/01/pussy-spankings.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/4089569599030889720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/4089569599030889720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2012/01/pussy-spankings.html' title='Pussy spankings'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-2123122861713407285</id><published>2012-01-04T07:29:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T07:57:12.208-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aftermath'/><title type='text'>Aftermath</title><content type='html'>Well, I am getting myself together again and catching up on my sleep after a hectic 10-day holiday trek that included eight airplane rides and visiting the grandkids and attending my daughter's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a nap last night and didn't set the alarm, which is always dangerous. I once slept till midnight doing that. Not sure when I started, maybe 730ish. Anyway, I woke up and wondered why the kitchen light was on. I had forgotten I was napping and was thinking I had gone to bed for the night. It was 915. Anyway, the nap and a good night's sleep left me rather refreshed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And got some good shopping in yesterday. I am an egg nog freak and they sell it from only mid November to early January. So I freeze a few bottles and have one every month or two until I run out. They had five left and they were half price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I decided to check out a place that sells Christmas cards. I usually get some the day or two after Christmas when they were are on sale for the next year.  But I was just too busy last week. Alas, they only had a few boxes left. But they were 80 per cent off. Got $40 worth for 8 bucks. I often joke that I am just spending my kid's inheritance so I am not sure why I like bargains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran into my tennis buddies at the grocery store and he was complaining how much more expensive the coffee was than at Costco. But he was out of coffee and Costco is a longer trip. He was talking about how he loves what they have but then he spends $400 there. That store is addicting. All the money you save on their bargains, you spend on other stuff that you spot but wouldn't have bought otherwise. And I love that they pay their employees well, not like another big box store I won't mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also one downer moment to share. Called my mother who at 93 still lives alone and drives and is doing well for her age but isn't up to airplane trips so I told her about the wedding. And she said her kidneys aren't functioning well. Oh, that is scary. I've always thought I'd send her picture to Willard Scott when she reaches 100. Let's hope she makes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, one more wedding story. The bride and groom checked into our hotel to spend the night before they left on their honeymoon. My older daughter saw them and said, "oh, you're right next to dad's room.'' They changed rooms to a different floor. LOL. Doubt I would have heard anything since I was so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm still at 220. Today, I start getting serious about dropping a few pounds. Have to stay away from the rich food at Costco. And I will start playing tennis again although it is freezing by Florida standards. Woke up about 5 a.m. and it was cold even snuggled in my electric blanket which I rarely use. It was 60 in the house so I turned on the heat for the first time since last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've rambled on enough so I will get to more interesting stuff in my next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-2123122861713407285?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2123122861713407285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2012/01/aftermath.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/2123122861713407285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/2123122861713407285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2012/01/aftermath.html' title='Aftermath'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-258866008288834134</id><published>2012-01-04T07:27:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T08:01:20.902-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spinsterlicious'/><title type='text'>Spinsterlicious</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought this was an interesting post on a woman deciding to remain single.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://glo.msn.com/relationships/shed-the-shoulds-1534481.story#!stackState"&gt;http://glo.msn.com/relationships/shed-the-shoulds-1534481.story#!stackState&lt;/a&gt;=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-258866008288834134?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/258866008288834134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2012/01/spinsterlicious.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/258866008288834134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/258866008288834134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2012/01/spinsterlicious.html' title='Spinsterlicious'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-4235727011685149525</id><published>2012-01-01T06:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T06:36:47.728-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Wedding Customs</title><content type='html'>I hope you all had fun ringing in the New Year.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, I hope, unlike me, you are asleep now at 6 a.m. on New Year's Day morn. I am at the airport waiting for my flight back home (I have to work today) after attending my daughter's New Year's Eve wedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was at the wedding of a niece last year but it's been a while since I've been at a another wedding. Maybe over 10 years ago when my older daughter was married. Maybe I'm missing one. Will have another batch of weddings in a decade or two when the grandkids start getting married. At my age, you attend more funerals than weddings. It is the cycle of life. I also wore a tux for the first time since my older daughter's wedding. I needed help from my son-in-law getting the black studs in and the tie and the tie right. I took a nap in the tie so I didn't have to redo it. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I thought I'd share some of the interesting things they did. Instead of the groom waiting at the altar, he was walked down the aisle by his parents. And her parents walked her down the aisle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the groom's best man was a woman, which I hear is done sometimes these days.  He met her college and they've apparently been dear friends for years. Not sure if they ever dated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rehearsal dinner was at the house of a sister of the groom. They're in the restaurant business and must be doing well because the house was very impressive. I guess they would have lost too much business if they had it at their restaurant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As, as usual, the bride was radiant. My daughter was happy as a single person and is 37 so she waited a while to do this and I hope she got it right. The groom is a great guy and even choked up during the vows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both fathers and the best woman gave toasts and her roommate gave the blessing. The groom's parents came here from Puerto Rico a couple of generations back and she gave  part of it in Spanish, which I thought was a nice touch. I got two laughs during my toast. One of which I stole from the Internet about if you're wrong, admit it. And if you're right, shut up. I changed it to keep it to yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I talked about how they were soul mates (both work for non profits) and I got the other laugh  when I said I sent my daughter off to a college as a sensible woman and she fell with the crowd that wants to save the world (she did a two year volunteer stint in a third world country and goes on the Internet to buy clothes made in countries that pay a living wage). And I added he wants to save a city that is depressed in the northeast. He's on the school board.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My other joke I didn't explain so it didn't get a laugh. I said the person we had to thank for all this was St. Anne. The back story is that we have neighbors who are very religious and the wife was concerned about my daughter  being single in her mid 30s. So she gave her a tiny statue of St. Anne, get me a man a couple of years back. We had a laugh over it at the time. I think it helped more that one of her roommates talked her into signing up for a dating site.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They passed horns and hats for the guys and at midnight, they showed Times Square from a computer at Times Square on a screen on the wall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, when I finish work today, I will do a lot of sleeping. This will be my 8th plane flight I've taken in the last 10 days days. With 5 trips through TSA security, which I hate and think is a waste of time.  And had to work Christmas Eve and now today. I have a crazy job. And when I got back from visiting the grandkids for Christmas last Tuesday, I had to pack in four days of work on Wednesday and Thursday and left Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now my goal in the next few months is to lose 20 pounds. I had a 42 inch waist at the tux shop and have all these expandable 38 pants. But the airport has chocolate croissants and I couldn't resist a couple of them. They are 440 calaries each. Well, I guess I'll start working on losing some weight tomorrow. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I hope I didn't drone on too much. I'll try to find more interesting, sexy topics in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FD  &lt;/div&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/8200416918526393742-4235727011685149525?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4235727011685149525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2012/01/wedding-customs.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/4235727011685149525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/4235727011685149525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2012/01/wedding-customs.html' title='Wedding Customs'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-6260390727141203932</id><published>2011-12-29T23:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T00:05:53.768-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year&apos;s Eve wedding'/><title type='text'>Father of the Bride</title><content type='html'>Yes, that would be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the second and last time, I will be the Father of the Bride on New Year's Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my younger daughter decided that New Year's Eve would be perfect for a wedding and to ring in the New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was fortunate to find a wonderful guy who even meets my standards -- showing that online dating can work very well -- but the timing means a hectic weekend for me after just getting back into town Tuesday after spending Christmas with the grandkids. And now it is back on a plane Friday. And she says I have to give a wedding toast. I told her I write erotic stories, not wedding toasts. Well, I didn't tell her that but jumped on the Internet for some thoughts I can steal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure it is going to be an exciting, wonderful weekend but a hectic one as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hope you all have a Happy New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-6260390727141203932?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6260390727141203932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/12/father-of-bride.html#comment-form' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/6260390727141203932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/6260390727141203932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/12/father-of-bride.html' title='Father of the Bride'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-4102995572436267478</id><published>2011-12-27T07:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T07:45:38.933-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas with the grandkids'/><title type='text'>Christmas with the Grandkids</title><content type='html'>Life doesn't get much better than spending Christmas with the grandkids.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have grandchildren, you understand what I mean. They're an 8-year-old girl and an 9-year-old boy and they're so cute and funny. I wasn't able to fly in until 11 a.m. Christmas morn and they didn't even complain about waiting until I arrived to open the presents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked the granddaughter last night if I was going to get a goodnight hug and she said you got one last night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She got a camera for Christmas and said if she had a cord, she could upload them on Facebook but she wasn't allowed to have a Facebook page until she's 13. My daughter -- her mother -- said 18. She said she will be out of the house by then. I am curious when she actually does get on Facebook.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when the boy asked if I liked twizzlers, I said I didn't know what they were. She said google them and then she pointed to images and she said click on that. I said you google at 8 and she said you didn't think I knew that. I google. These kids today are so computer savvy at such a young age.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I could think of some of the other funny things they said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, the turkey and the trimmings were great and enjoyed having leftovers, including turkey sandwiches, all day Monday, and my daughter even made a second chocolate pie because it was one of my favorites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the time with the grandkids made it so nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you all had a merry and happy Christmas and that you have a Happy New Year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-4102995572436267478?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4102995572436267478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-with-grandkids.html#comment-form' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/4102995572436267478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/4102995572436267478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-with-grandkids.html' title='Christmas with the Grandkids'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-276698949448480997</id><published>2011-12-24T00:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T00:11:26.255-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BDSM Christmas'/><title type='text'>12 days of BDSM Christmas</title><content type='html'>I found this on Sky's website.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy and Merry Christmas and happy holidays to all of my blogger friends who have enriched my life. I treasure your friendship. Hope you and yours are having a wonderful holiday season.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the link:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://adesiretoyield.blogspot.com/2011/12/12-days-of-bdsm-christmas.html#comment-form"&gt;http://adesiretoyield.blogspot.com/2011/12/12-days-of-bdsm-christmas.html#comment-form&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-276698949448480997?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/276698949448480997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/12/12-days-of-bdsm-christmas.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/276698949448480997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/276698949448480997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/12/12-days-of-bdsm-christmas.html' title='12 days of BDSM Christmas'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-7202145318080107018</id><published>2011-12-22T00:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T00:07:00.866-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gays in military'/><title type='text'>A Kiss</title><content type='html'>Here's a video of a woman in the Navy coming into port and giving her partner a kiss, something that they can do in public now that gays are allowed to serve openly in the military.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.msnbc.msn.com/msnbc-tv/45756894/#45756894"&gt;http://video.msnbc.msn.com/msnbc-tv/45756894/#45756894&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It shows that times are changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many in the younger generation, being gay is like being lefthanded. A bit different from the majority but no big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-7202145318080107018?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7202145318080107018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/12/kiss.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/7202145318080107018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/7202145318080107018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/12/kiss.html' title='A Kiss'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-1925385050356617188</id><published>2011-12-21T20:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T20:55:47.004-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transgender'/><title type='text'>Gender</title><content type='html'>Here's an interesting story about a 7 year old transgendered person living as a girl -- looks like a girl in the picture -- who wanted to join the girl scouts. The girl scouts were OK with this. They said if a person lives as a girl they can join. But the leaders of this particular troop disbanded rather than admit her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/12/21/girl-scout-troops-transgender-child-disband_n_1163971.html?ref=gay-voices"&gt;http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/12/21/girl-scout-troops-transgender-child-disband_n_1163971.html?ref=gay-voices&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's the link. Will be interested in your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-1925385050356617188?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1925385050356617188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/12/gender.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/1925385050356617188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/1925385050356617188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/12/gender.html' title='Gender'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-8628235775485287690</id><published>2011-12-18T08:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T08:13:28.411-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taste'/><title type='text'>Taste</title><content type='html'>In my last post, I talked about the taste of lobster. Now a a discussion of a different taste. About a month ago on Michael and Grace's blog, she described a scene and said, "He wanted me to suck him again...after he'd been in me. Oh, how I hate that...I don't like the taste and just the idea of it makes me cringe. But he made his wishes clear and I want to please him...thankfully, he didn't make me linger there too long and he let me know he knew it wasn't something I enjoyed and he appreciated me doing it for him.''&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then in one of the comments, t1klish, who is  often kind enough to comment here, said she doesn't like tasting herself. And she said she doesn't think women like tasting their bodily fluids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the link if you want to read it all:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://michaelandgrace-enjoyingthejourney.blogspot.com/2011/11/deliciously-dominated.html#comment-form"&gt;http://michaelandgrace-enjoyingthejourney.blogspot.com/2011/11/deliciously-dominated.html#comment-form&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that some women disagree with Grace and t1klish and like the taste. I googled it and the proper term seems to be vaginal lubrication although pussy juice is often used. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I thought I'd ask. Do you like to taste yourself or not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you will share your thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FD  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-8628235775485287690?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8628235775485287690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/12/taste.html#comment-form' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/8628235775485287690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/8628235775485287690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/12/taste.html' title='Taste'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-7342760899679633969</id><published>2011-12-14T21:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T21:18:28.299-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lobster'/><title type='text'>Lobster Feast</title><content type='html'>I love lobster and the fish store near me has started selling them on occasion $5 cheaper when they decide to steam them than when they sell them live. It's crazy that they do the work of cooking them (hate putting the live lobsters in the boiling water) and then sell them cheaper. I guess maybe they have too many that didn't sell live and need to cook them. So I just have to bring them home and take them out of the shells and saute or microwave them to warm them up.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say, whenever they have the sign up that they are selling the steamed ones, I usually stop by. So today, I've had lobsters for both lunch and dinner. Hmmmmm.     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't know if we have any other lobster lovers out there but if you are, you know I am having a good day. I can really think of only one thing I love the taste of better. I'll leave that to your imagination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-7342760899679633969?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7342760899679633969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/12/lobster-feast.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/7342760899679633969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/7342760899679633969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/12/lobster-feast.html' title='Lobster Feast'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-1709152194912164777</id><published>2011-12-10T23:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T23:39:52.166-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Panties'/><title type='text'>Wearing Panties</title><content type='html'>In my last post, I asked about wearing thongs and some readers said they don't wear panties or are told not to wear them.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I thought I'd ask a followup about wearing panties. Do you usually wear them? If not, do your prefer not to or have you been instructed not to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-1709152194912164777?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1709152194912164777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/12/wearing-panties.html#comment-form' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/1709152194912164777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/1709152194912164777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/12/wearing-panties.html' title='Wearing Panties'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-7522537249116514482</id><published>2011-12-09T20:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T20:50:19.029-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='g-strings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thongs'/><title type='text'>Wearing thongs or g-strings</title><content type='html'>In my last post, there were a couple of comments from women about thongs and/or g-strings being uncomfortable to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought I would ask the readers. Do you wear them? Do you like them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always thought some women like them because they don't show panty lines. I googled them and there seem to be plenty for sale so some women must buy them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the floor is open for your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-7522537249116514482?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7522537249116514482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/12/wearing-thongs-or-g-strings.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/7522537249116514482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/7522537249116514482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/12/wearing-thongs-or-g-strings.html' title='Wearing thongs or g-strings'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-5302677370731469829</id><published>2011-12-06T12:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T12:29:16.912-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vagina'/><title type='text'>20 Things to Know About Your Vagina</title><content type='html'>I found this article by Dr. Lissa Rankin and thought you might find it interesting. She also has a website called owningpink.com that you might check out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.owningpink.com/2010/02/18/20-things-every-woman-should-know-about-her-vagina"&gt;http://www.owningpink.com/2010/02/18/20-things-every-woman-should-know-about-her-vagina&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can read them all but I thought I'd mention two things. She recommended not to douche and to feel good about your lips whether they are tucked in or visible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the readers want to discuss the topic, I thought I'd ask if any of you do douche. And are your lips tucked in or visible and do you like the way they look? She said however they look, they are normal and women should embrace how they look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be interested in your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-5302677370731469829?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5302677370731469829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/12/20-things-to-know-about-your-vagina.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/5302677370731469829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/5302677370731469829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/12/20-things-to-know-about-your-vagina.html' title='20 Things to Know About Your Vagina'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-3052215505430228392</id><published>2011-12-05T07:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T07:20:04.131-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexting'/><title type='text'>Teen sexting</title><content type='html'>Here's an article to give you one less thing to worry about if you have teens. It says that teen sexting is much less common than people think it is. It also says teens are programmed to do dumb things -- no surprise there -- because their brains aren't fully mature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although there do seem to be plenty of adult women -- or at least over the legal age of 18 -- who are happy to post naked photos on some websites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, a funny comment in the story on the walls about cavemen drawing nude pictures on the walls. In Arizona, there is a civilization that disappeared and they're not sure what happened to them. But you can take a tour of where they lived and on the wall is a stick figure of a well endowed guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's the link. Sounds like a few isolated incidents gave the impression that sexting is rampant among teens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/few-teens-sexting-racy-photos-research-says-050226825.html"&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/few-teens-sexting-racy-photos-research-says-050226825.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-3052215505430228392?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3052215505430228392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/12/teen-sexting.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/3052215505430228392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/3052215505430228392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/12/teen-sexting.html' title='Teen sexting'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-8735404392920767823</id><published>2011-12-04T10:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T10:11:31.890-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women driving'/><title type='text'>Unbelieveable Part II</title><content type='html'>Here's another story on how women are treated in other countries. A foloup on the story about the woman who has to marry her rapist to get out of jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's a story on how advisors in Saudi Arabia are saying that if you let women drive, it will lead to them having sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/12/03/saudi-arabia-women-driving_n_1127021.html?icid=maing-grid7%7Cmaing6%7Cdl1%7Csec1_lnk3%7C117569"&gt;http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/12/03/saudi-arabia-women-driving_n_1127021.html?icid=maing-grid7%7Cmaing6%7Cdl1%7Csec1_lnk3%7C117569&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we keep poring money into these repressive places because they have oil. Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-8735404392920767823?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8735404392920767823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/12/unbelieveable-part-ii.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/8735404392920767823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/8735404392920767823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/12/unbelieveable-part-ii.html' title='Unbelieveable Part II'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-3558555075284521590</id><published>2011-12-03T20:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T20:25:40.691-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woman jailed'/><title type='text'>Unbelieveable</title><content type='html'>Check out this story. A woman is raped in Pakistan and goes to jail for having sex outside of marriage and the only way she gets out is marry her attacker.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the link:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/12/01/hamid-karzai-afghanistan_n_1123656.html?ncid=wsc-huffpost-cards-headline"&gt;http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/12/01/hamid-karzai-afghanistan_n_1123656.html?ncid=wsc-huffpost-cards-headline&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And aren't they suppose to be an ally of ours?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can this happen in the 21st century?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8200416918526393742-3558555075284521590?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3558555075284521590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/12/unbelieveable.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/3558555075284521590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/3558555075284521590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/12/unbelieveable.html' title='Unbelieveable'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-7542615717544836067</id><published>2011-12-02T21:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T21:46:49.060-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women`voters'/><title type='text'>Women voters</title><content type='html'>I found this story interesting that more women than men voted in the 2008 election and that women made Obama the president because he got only 49 per cent of the male vote.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a link to the story:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reuters.com/article/2011/12/02/us-usa-campaign-women-idUSTRE7B10B520111202"&gt;http://www.reuters.com/article/2011/12/02/us-usa-campaign-women-idUSTRE7B10B520111202&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you find it as interesting as I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-7542615717544836067?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7542615717544836067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/12/women-voters.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/7542615717544836067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/7542615717544836067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/12/women-voters.html' title='Women voters'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-6046302748657809809</id><published>2011-12-01T09:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T09:42:59.442-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hollywood secret'/><title type='text'>Hollywood Secret</title><content type='html'>Here is what I think is a fascinating story about Loretta Young and Clark Gable having a daughter and the daughter wasn't told until she was an adult.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2011/12/01/arts/television/judy-lewis-secret-daughter-of-hollywood-dies-at-76.html?_r=1&amp;amp;hpw"&gt;http://www.nytimes.com/2011/12/01/arts/television/judy-lewis-secret-daughter-of-hollywood-dies-at-76.html?_r=1&amp;amp;hpw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just thought I'd share it with you. Can't help thinking about how times have changed. In today's Hollywood, it would be viewed much differently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8200416918526393742-6046302748657809809?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6046302748657809809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/12/hollywood-secret.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/6046302748657809809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/6046302748657809809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/12/hollywood-secret.html' title='Hollywood Secret'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-4904984436626924526</id><published>2011-11-26T21:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T21:58:26.751-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pussy Pride'/><title type='text'>Pussy Pride</title><content type='html'>This was written several months ago and maybe you've seen it, but I just came across this post by a blogger who says women should be proud of their pussies and said, "I have been shocked at the number of women who look at their themselves and see fault with their pussy.'' She also writes, "Your pussy or whatever you want to call it, is beautiful. They are all unique and wonderful in their own way.''&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She also links to an art work by Jamie McCartney called The Great Wall of Vagina. He took casts of 400 of them and the exhibit has 10 panels of 40 casts per panel. He said he was perturbed at the number of women who have a negative view of their genitals. And one blogger linked to a book called Vulva: 101, a coffee table book showing vulvas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, here's the link to the Pussy Pride project:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://mollysdailykiss.com/pussy-pride-project/"&gt;http://mollysdailykiss.com/pussy-pride-project/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So do you take pride in yours? I thought I'd see how many women want to comment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FD    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-4904984436626924526?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4904984436626924526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/11/pussy-pride.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/4904984436626924526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/4904984436626924526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/11/pussy-pride.html' title='Pussy Pride'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-2897011240915829094</id><published>2011-11-25T20:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T20:50:51.821-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black Friday'/><title type='text'>Black Friday Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here are two videos and stories about Black Friday madness at two Wal-Mart stores in different parts of the country. I know I already did one post on Black Friday but I figured I would share these two stories if you missed them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One about shoppers getting aggressive in getting $2 waffle makers and the other about a guy being tasered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;America in the 21st century:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/11/25/waffle-maker-riot_n_1113293.html?"&gt;http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/11/25/waffle-maker-riot_n_1113293.html?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/11/25/black-friday-wal-mart-violence_n_1113401.html"&gt;http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/11/25/black-friday-wal-mart-violence_n_1113401.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8200416918526393742-2897011240915829094?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2897011240915829094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/11/black-friday-madness.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/2897011240915829094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/2897011240915829094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/11/black-friday-madness.html' title='Black Friday Madness'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-6215899760377037980</id><published>2011-11-24T22:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T22:54:16.581-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='March Madness'/><title type='text'>Black Thursday</title><content type='html'>The day after Thanksgiving madness used to be called Black Friday. But now I see it is creeping into Thursday. Watching the games on TV, I saw ads for sales beginning at midnight or even sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit my older daughter often gets caught up in the madness and so when I called her tonight to give her Thanksgiving wishes, I asked if she was going out tonight. She said she was already in line. This was before 9 p.m. and the mall didn't open until midnight. She was only upset they wouldn't let them in the mall and were making them stand outside in the cold. She had planned to just read a book while waiting. And she said the line was around the block at Toys R Us, which opened at 9 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had to ask how many of you get caught up in Black Friday and whether the savings are worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hope you all had a good Thanksgiving. I am stuffed on turkey and stuffing and all the trimmings. And did many of you watch the parades on Thanksgiving morning or even go to them in person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And can Christmas be just a month away? Where does the time go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-6215899760377037980?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6215899760377037980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/11/black-thursday.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/6215899760377037980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/6215899760377037980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/11/black-thursday.html' title='Black Thursday'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-9093532580550263832</id><published>2011-11-22T21:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T21:57:37.552-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turkey day'/><title type='text'>Turkey Day</title><content type='html'>I am always interested in traditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of you will have turkey on Thanksgiving Day . If so, do you like turkey or it is just a tradition. If not do you prefer another food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you spending it with relatives? Traveling or home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do you watch football on Turkey Day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for sharing and Happy Thanksgiving everyone. And may you and yours have a good day and hope you can have some play time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-9093532580550263832?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/9093532580550263832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/11/turkey-day.html#comment-form' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/9093532580550263832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/9093532580550263832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/11/turkey-day.html' title='Turkey Day'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-8272755498904627108</id><published>2011-11-17T08:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T09:27:19.980-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faking orgasms'/><title type='text'>Faking Orgasms</title><content type='html'>I did a post recently on Women and Relationships that included the topic of faking orgasms, especially whether a man could do it. One of our male bloggers (1manview) explained how a guy can do it and you can go back and read the comments if you wish.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, though, I would like to discuss women faking it. We know so many women do and they are good at it as Meg Ryan showed in the famous scene in "When Harry Met Sally.'' It is on YouTube if you missed it. She fakes it in a deli because he says women never fake it with him and he can tell the difference. And after she does it, a woman in the deli -- I think in real life it is Billy Crystal's mother -- says, "I'll have what she is having.''' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I wanted to ask women how often they fake it and why they fake it. To get it over with? To make the guy feel good about themselves? Because they don't want to admit it is not happening or they are one of those women who don't orgasm easily?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also wonder if it is more difficult for a women to fake it in a long term relationship when the guy is more familiar with their reactions when they do cum. How can you fake getting wet, for example? Or do too many guys not pay enough attention to what is happening with the women so it is easy to fake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you will share your thoughts on this topic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8200416918526393742-8272755498904627108?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8272755498904627108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/11/faking-orgasms.html#comment-form' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/8272755498904627108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/8272755498904627108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/11/faking-orgasms.html' title='Faking Orgasms'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-7620991535170348934</id><published>2011-11-13T23:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T23:18:53.481-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bondage'/><title type='text'>Bondage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Are there many of you who are into bondage?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found this link to a picture of bondage that I thought was really well done. Here's the link:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/57QXfC/www.fokus-fotos.ch/english/arles/people/nude/bondage/images/A-Bondage01.jpg"&gt;http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/57QXfC/www.fokus-fotos.ch/english/arles/people/nude/bondage/images/A-Bondage01.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought it would be interesting to hear your thoughts on bondage and whether&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is one of your kinks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8200416918526393742-7620991535170348934?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7620991535170348934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/11/bondage.html#comment-form' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/7620991535170348934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/7620991535170348934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/11/bondage.html' title='Bondage'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-8627748409421916430</id><published>2011-11-13T08:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T08:10:42.425-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Visitors'/><title type='text'>150,000</title><content type='html'>I just looked at my counter and see I passed 150,000 views. And over 320 followers. I just want to thank all of you who stop by and keep stopping by. You make this blog by dropping in, especially those of you who comment on my sometimes quirky observations and even the very personal ones. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must admit that when PK convinced me to start blogging over two years ago, I was kind of humoring her. I really didn't think I would find an audience. Especially since I was in the minority of men who blog, but PK insisted the women would like a man's point of view. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, thank you. You have made this blog. And I will write another story again soon. And now back to our regularly scheduled programming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FD    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-8627748409421916430?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8627748409421916430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/11/150000.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/8627748409421916430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/8627748409421916430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/11/150000.html' title='150,000'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-3343303054407456941</id><published>2011-11-11T20:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T20:43:19.968-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Too tired for sex'/><title type='text'>Too Tired for Sex</title><content type='html'>I found this article on the Huffington Post. Here's the link:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/11/09/sex-journal_n_1083724.html?ref=women"&gt;http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/11/09/sex-journal_n_1083724.html?ref=women&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can read it but the woman in New York City writes she and her husband haven't had sex for a month. They have demanding jobs, two kids and are often too tired for sex. But she likes to flirt. My feeling is that they have their priorities out of order.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, if you read it, will be interested in your thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FD  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-3343303054407456941?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3343303054407456941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/11/too-tired-for-sex.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/3343303054407456941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/3343303054407456941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/11/too-tired-for-sex.html' title='Too Tired for Sex'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-4081791455762837752</id><published>2011-11-10T07:31:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T08:44:35.500-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Our Lurkers'/><title type='text'>Love Our Lurkers Day VI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hello!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are a lurker who reads blogs, you have probably already noticed that today is Love Our Lurkers day, which was the brainchild of Bonnie, the woman I call the Godmother of spanking blogs. She has done so much to bring this community together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a link to her blog:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bottomsmarts.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://bottomsmarts.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, this is the day she encourages lurkers to sign up and say hello and join the community.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't be shy. We are a welcoming community of people with similar interests. We are eager to hear from you. All bloggers can tell you that we love comments so we get feedback from our readers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was once a lurker once who was convinced by Bonnie to sign up and start commenting. It wasn't long before I started making friends and was convinced by PK (elisnewbeginnngs.blogspot.com) to start writing stories and start my own blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But first things first. Just sign up and start commenting. I love your feedback, especially since my format is to tend to ask a lot of questions.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So  if you are still on the fence, try it. I'd love to hear from you. And feel free to email me at swdftbscribe@aol.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are reading the blogs, you have an interest in the community. Sign up and start commenting and become a more active member. And even if you don't sign up, you are always welcome here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FD   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-4081791455762837752?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4081791455762837752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/11/love-our-lurkers-day-vi.html#comment-form' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/4081791455762837752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/4081791455762837752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/11/love-our-lurkers-day-vi.html' title='Love Our Lurkers Day VI'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-3343733000379945638</id><published>2011-11-05T20:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T20:54:27.370-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cunt'/><title type='text'>The C Word</title><content type='html'>I found this video on the origin of the word cunt on Aisha's blog. I found it quite interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://beingaisha.wordpress.com/2011/11/05/cunt/"&gt;http://beingaisha.wordpress.com/2011/11/05/cunt/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what are your thoughts on the word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-3343733000379945638?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3343733000379945638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/11/c-word.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/3343733000379945638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/3343733000379945638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/11/c-word.html' title='The C Word'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-8900223269827745729</id><published>2011-11-04T07:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T07:48:03.727-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women and relationships'/><title type='text'>Women and Relationships</title><content type='html'>I found this article on MSN from a Cosmopolitan survey on women and relationships.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It had some interesting tidbits:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--38 per cent of women feel they should share the cost of dates. A total of 33 per cent want the guy to pay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--73 per cent are comfortable with making more money than their guy and 12 per cent are in a relationship where the woman makes more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--54 per cent of women have faked an orgasm and 35 per cent have lied about the number of sex partners they have had. And 85 per cent would be offended if a guy faked an orgasm with you. Do guys fake orgasms?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now here's the tidbit I was most interested in. Thirty-five per cent say "being dominated'' is the sexual act they most often fantasize about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Interesting. Maybe there are more submissives out there than we thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, here's the link:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifestyle.msn.com/relationships/article.aspx?cp-documentid=30351225&amp;amp;GT1=32092"&gt;http://lifestyle.msn.com/relationships/article.aspx?cp-documentid=30351225&amp;amp;GT1=32092&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will be interested in hearing your thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-8900223269827745729?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8900223269827745729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/11/women-and-relationships.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/8900223269827745729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/8900223269827745729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/11/women-and-relationships.html' title='Women and Relationships'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-4274639371729633405</id><published>2011-11-03T13:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T14:09:26.114-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transgender'/><title type='text'>Matching Body and Gender</title><content type='html'>I've often thought transgender people are dealt a cruel hand by nature. It must be traumatic to be born in the wrong body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is good that surgery can now fix the problem. If you google the name of Alexsa Lundberg, you will find pictues of a good looking Swedish actress who was born a male but knew early on, she was supposed to be a female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crazy thing is that in Sweden, the law is that transgender people must be sterilized before they have the operation and they can't even freeze sperm legally. I thought Europe was a more progress place than the U.S. in dealing with such issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here is a link to a story about her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/11/02/transgender-forced-sterilization_n_1071328.html"&gt;http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/11/02/transgender-forced-sterilization_n_1071328.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be interested in your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-4274639371729633405?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4274639371729633405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/11/matching-body-and-gender.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/4274639371729633405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/4274639371729633405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/11/matching-body-and-gender.html' title='Matching Body and Gender'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-4626373191078585845</id><published>2011-11-01T07:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T07:29:25.834-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex on wedding night'/><title type='text'>Sex on Your Wedding Night</title><content type='html'>I found this interesting article about sex on the wedding night. Here is the link:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/michael-s-broder-phd/a-new-perspective-on-wedd_b_1034101.html?ref=weddings"&gt;http://www.huffingtonpost.com/michael-s-broder-phd/a-new-perspective-on-wedd_b_1034101.html?ref=weddings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It talks about how the couple can be totally stressed out or had too much to drink and it isn't the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;magical night you would expect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So how was sex on your wedding night?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you will share your experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8200416918526393742-4626373191078585845?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4626373191078585845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/11/sex-on-your-wedding-night.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/4626373191078585845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/4626373191078585845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/11/sex-on-your-wedding-night.html' title='Sex on Your Wedding Night'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-2040217699836862646</id><published>2011-10-29T19:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T19:37:53.028-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex during period'/><title type='text'>Taboo</title><content type='html'>Having sex during your period may not be a taboo subject but it isn't discussed that frequently. I was reminded of that when Kitty did a post on the subject. Here's the link:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://kitty-sweetsurrender.blogspot.com/2011/10/taboo-sex-subject.html"&gt;http://kitty-sweetsurrender.blogspot.com/2011/10/taboo-sex-subject.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are there other bloggers out there who want to share their thoughts and experiences&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the subject? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8200416918526393742-2040217699836862646?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2040217699836862646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/10/taboo.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/2040217699836862646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/2040217699836862646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/10/taboo.html' title='Taboo'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-7561166238976140791</id><published>2011-10-24T14:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T16:53:51.145-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lisa&apos;s training'/><title type='text'>Lisa's Training Chapter 12</title><content type='html'>Your comments on Kitty's post and on mine when I linked to the stories were so flattering that I felt I had to write another chapter. I just hope I can keep living up to your expectations. I am still surprised at the positive reaction because I haven't done erotic writing in the past. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you read any of the previous 11 stories on my previous post or Kitty's latest post (&lt;a href="http://kitty-sweetsurrender.blogspot.com/2011/10/affected-by-florida-dom.html"&gt;http://kitty-sweetsurrender.blogspot.com/2011/10/affected-by-florida-dom.html&lt;/a&gt;), you know that Lisa is a smart driven professional woman who is a submissive in her personal life and is finally exploring her submissive side with her new Master. So here goes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lisa's Training Chapter 12&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was one of those picture perfect fall afternoons with the leaves turning and Lisa loved those beautiful fall days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She loved sleeping in on Saturday mornings in cool weather with the windows open and felt very refreshed. She got up and went to the computer naked as her Master required and sat on the piece of sandpaper and write her morning email to him. She was required to check in with him in the morning, but it was now something she wanted to do. Her day didn't seem right without letting him know how she felt and what she was thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She used to keep her emotions bottled up, but he had worked on her sharing her inner most thoughts with him. She then took a shower and loved the feeling of the warm water spraying on her body. She would have loved to put her hands between her legs and rub her clit, but she was only allowed to rub with his permission and she wouldn't feel comfortable rubbing without permission. She always wanted to please his master.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She did enjoy washing her unshaved armpits. It seemed strange when he first told her not to shave her pits, but now she loved doing that for him because she felt like it was his mark on her and she so loved making him happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was having breakfast when her phone rang and her pussy twitched when she saw it was his number. It always did. She always loved hearing from him. She wanted to serve him and give him what he wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He told her it was too nice a day to waste inside and that they were going to go to a secluded park they both loved to spend the day. Of course, he always told her what they were going to do. He made all the decisions in their relationship. She called the shots on her job but she loved following his lead in their relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He told  her to go to the deli to get a picnic lunch and they would eat near the pond and feed the ducks some crumbs. He said he'd pick her up in an hour and to wear panties, slacks and a weatshirt with no bra. He liked easy access to her tits and she liked him to have that easy access.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her Master arrived right on time and she melted when she opened the door. She loved his looks and his scent and he pulled her tight and gave her a sensuous kiss and slid his hands under her sweatshirt and rubbed her tits. She loved that. And then he slid his hands inside her panties and found she was already wet. Just seeing him still made her wet. He got his fingers wet and then sucked on them. She loved that he so enjoyed tasting her juices. And then he reached inside her panties for more juices and had her suck them off his fingers. Oh, she also liked her own juices but was now only allowed to taste with his permission. She was thinking this had the makings of a wonderful day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He opened the door to the car and when she sat down, he told her to pull her panties and slacks to her thighs. He loved her sitting in the car on her naked butt. The next thing she knew he was putting his hands between her leg and sliding something in her pussy. When she felt the buzzing she knew it was the remote controlled silver vibrating bullet and he had the remote. Oh, this day was looking even better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As he drove to the park, he buzzed her every few minutes and she was getting so turned on. And then he would reach over and rub her clit as she leaned back in the seat with her legs spread and eyes closed and moaned. Oh, she loved him doing that to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was brought back to reality when they arrived at the pond and parked. He said let's go for a walk before we have lunch. She loved walking hand in hand with him as he buzzed the vibe from time to time and pulled her close to him for a sweet kiss now and then. Oh, Lisa was getting so wet. She could feel her thighs and her panties were damp. She felt so good knowing that he wanted her and that she wanted to give herself to him and she wanted him to take what he wanted. She wanted him to use her body for his pleasure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then he veered them towards a secluded area filled with trees that wasn't easy to see from the main walk as the leaves crunched under their feet. And then he pointed to a big true and told her to stand with her hands outstretched against it with his legs spread. And then he pulled down her slacks and panties to her knees and her sweatshirt up to her navel. His ass and pussy were naked and she was so embarrassed being this way in public and hoping that nobody would come by. But she obeyed. She always obeyed. And she was getting wetter. She could feel her juices dripping on her thighs. And he put his hands between her legs and said, "Oh, what do we have here?'' He loved getting her wet. He knew she wanted what was coming even if she was embarrassed to be in public.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He then took a blindfold out of her pocket and blindfolded her. He wanted her to concentrate on what was coming. When she heard the sound of a branch cracking, she had a pretty good idea that he was going to use it as a cane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He just said one word, "count.'' She knew what was expected. She was to count out the number of blows he delivered. As the first one cracked into her ass, she gasped and said, "One Master.'' Oh, that branch hurt. She knew that was going to be quite a spanking. And he kept it up. Ten, Twenty, Thirty, Forty.. Fifty. She kept counting but she cried out after each one. And he was buzzing her pussy at the same time. The sensation of the buzzing and the blows was making her so wet. She was gushing as her juices ran down her thighs. But she was crying, too. She wanted to make him happy, but he was pushing her limits. She was having trouble standing up. Her ass felt raw. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he finally stopped and waited as she gathered herself. Her ass felt like it was on fire. Yet she was so wet. She knew she wanted to take the beating for him. She wanted to please him and be a good slave her him. And then he moved close to her and dried her tears and gave her a big kiss and she felt so good knowing she had made him happy. And then he tenderly rubbed her bottom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He then told her to get on her hands and knees and she felt lube being inserted in her ass. She knew she was going to get an ass fucking. And with the vibe buzzing, he slowed pushed his cock into her ass and slammed it in and then started fucking her in and out, in and out. Oh, she felt so filled with the vibe in her pussy and the cock in her ass and she  was panting and moaning and begging, "Oh, please, Master, will you let me cum. I want to cum for you. Let me cum Master.'' And he told her to keep begging. "Oh, please, Master, I need a cum, please let me cum, I want to cum for you.''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then she said, "Cum for me.'' And she exploded in an orgasm that went through her body and made her gush. Oh, she loved what he did to her. She loved the way he took her body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He then had her clean his cock with her mouth and she loved that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; And then he was very tender as he rubbed her back and cuddled with her in the leaves. Oh, she loved the way he cuddled with her and whispered in her ear, "You belong to me. You belong to me. You belong to me.''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She felt so content as they cuddled together and he wrapped his arms around her and then he finally got up and gave her a big hug and the walked hand in hand back to the car and got the picnic lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then they sat eating and tossing scraps to the ducks. It was the end of a perfect afternoon. Anybody seeing them would think they were just another vanilla couple enjoying a day in the park. Little did they know her thighs were sticky with her juices and his cum.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little did they know that he had taken her once again and that she had loved serving him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little did they know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--The End--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8200416918526393742-7561166238976140791?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7561166238976140791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/10/lisas-training-chapter-12.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/7561166238976140791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/7561166238976140791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/10/lisas-training-chapter-12.html' title='Lisa&apos;s Training Chapter 12'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-6892408859015271453</id><published>2011-10-23T07:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T07:42:57.289-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lisa&apos;s training'/><title type='text'>The Lisa stories</title><content type='html'>Many of my newer readers (and I want to thank all of you for reading and commenting)  don't realize I started this blog writing a series of stories about a professional woman who was a tiger in the board room and a submissive in the bedroom. I wrote 11 of them, but I haven't written another one in over a year. I can be a champion procrastinator.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, one of my favorite bloggers, Kitty, recently went back in the archives and read all 11 of them and posted about how much she liked them. As a writer, it's always so gratifying to read good things about your writing. I thank her and all the bloggers who commented positively. And if you like them, PK gets a lot of the credit. She convinced me to start writing them when I wasn't sure they would find an audience  or that I could even write erotica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also was unsure of how far to take the series. I am into more BDSM than some spankos, but I've enjoyed the comments from bloggers who say they wouldn't want to do some of the things in the stories, but enjoyed reading about them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the part where she serves other men isn't even a fantasy of mine. I wouldn't want to share a sub, but I felt it might spice up the stories.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I recommend you read and follow Kitty's blog and not just because she wrote about me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the link to her post:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://kitty-sweetsurrender.blogspot.com/2011/10/affected-by-florida-dom.html"&gt;http://kitty-sweetsurrender.blogspot.com/2011/10/affected-by-florida-dom.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In her post, she has a link to the first Lisa story. But I decided to link to all 11.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a link to Chapter 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2009/06/training-lisa-chapter-1.html"&gt;http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2009/06/training-lisa-chapter-1.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a link to Chapter 2:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2009/07/training-lisa-chapter-2.html"&gt;http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2009/07/training-lisa-chapter-2.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Chapter 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2009/07/training-lisa-chapter-3.html"&gt;http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2009/07/training-lisa-chapter-3.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Chapter 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2009/07/training-lisa-chapter-4.html"&gt;http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2009/07/training-lisa-chapter-4.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Chapter 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2009/06/training-lisa-chapter-5.html"&gt;http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2009/06/training-lisa-chapter-5.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Chapter 6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2009/07/training-lisa-chapter-6.html"&gt;http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2009/07/training-lisa-chapter-6.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Chapter 7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2009/07/training-lisa-part-7.html"&gt;http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2009/07/training-lisa-part-7.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Chapter 8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2009/08/lisas-training-chapter-8.html"&gt;http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2009/08/lisas-training-chapter-8.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Chapter 9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2010/01/lisas-training-chapter-9.html"&gt;http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2010/01/lisas-training-chapter-9.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Add Chapter 10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2010/03/lisas-training-chapter-10.html"&gt;http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2010/03/lisas-training-chapter-10.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Chapter 11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2010/05/lisas-training-chapter-11.html"&gt;http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2010/05/lisas-training-chapter-11.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those are the 11 chapters.  If you read them, I hope you enjoy them. And I may finally write another chapter soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8200416918526393742-6892408859015271453?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6892408859015271453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/10/lisa-stories.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/6892408859015271453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/6892408859015271453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/10/lisa-stories.html' title='The Lisa stories'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-7042707905806934093</id><published>2011-10-21T20:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T20:57:24.309-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Who we are'/><title type='text'>Who You Are</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;At the bottom is a link to a fascinating NY Times column about a new book called "Thinking, Fast and Slow.''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The writer of the column says the research in this book will be remembered hundreds of years from now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It says all humans share similar sets of biases. There is such a thing as universal human nature. And we have much less control over  ourselves than we thought. And they say if you are studying something, work with people you disagree with. That's a hard one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It also says people will guy more soup if a sign says Limit 12 to a customer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Israeli parole boards grant parole 35 per cent of the time except in the hour just after mealtime. Then it is 65 per cent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pro golfers putt more accurately when they are putting for par than for a birdie. They fear the bogey more than they desire the birdie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It sounds a bit heavy but I guess you click on the link and see for yourself. And the book is likely to be worth reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the link:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2011/10/21/opinion/brooks-who-you-are.html?_r=1&amp;amp;hp"&gt;http://www.nytimes.com/2011/10/21/opinion/brooks-who-you-are.html?_r=1&amp;amp;hp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-7042707905806934093?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7042707905806934093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/10/who-you-are.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/7042707905806934093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/7042707905806934093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/10/who-you-are.html' title='Who You Are'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-7386798269937359925</id><published>2011-10-15T20:40:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T20:48:42.448-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marilyn Monroe'/><title type='text'>What is IT about Marilyn Monroe?</title><content type='html'>I just saw a story about more lost photos of Marilyn Monroe being published for the first time. It seems like there are always more photos of her being found.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a link to one of them:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/10/14/marilyn_n_1011628.html?ncid=webmail2#s409807"&gt;http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/10/14/marilyn_n_1011628.html?ncid=webmail2#s409807&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is one of 20 pictures if you want to look at more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is obviously a beautiful woman but there are a lot of beautiful women in Hollywood. And to me she wasn't Ingrid Bergman in Casablanca when it comes to being a woman who captivated me. What do you think made her an icon? Was dying young part of it so we never saw her aging like Elizabeth Taylor? Or did she have a special charisma that jumped off the screen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd be curious to hear your thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-7386798269937359925?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7386798269937359925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-is-it-about-marilyn-monroe.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/7386798269937359925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/7386798269937359925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-is-it-about-marilyn-monroe.html' title='What is IT about Marilyn Monroe?'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-598721521493495764</id><published>2011-10-08T16:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T16:54:39.887-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maintenance sex'/><title type='text'>Maintenance Sex</title><content type='html'>I think we're all aware of maintenance spankings but was interested in finding a reference to maintenance sex by a sex therapist named Tammy Nelson on the Huffington Post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She described that maintenance sex is sex is sex on the same night, in the same place, in the same way with little variation. She said couples in this phase need to work to make sex more exciting. She said couples should talk and not assume their partner knows what they want and need. She said teaching each other can create a lifetime of exotic connection. And have your partner repeat back what you said to make sure your partner understands what you mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sounds like good advice and I feel that couples in D/s relationships tend not to get in a rut because they are involved in scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know what you think. Is D/s sex better? Do you try to avoid maintenance sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-598721521493495764?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/598721521493495764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/10/maintenance-sex.html#comment-form' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/598721521493495764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/598721521493495764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/10/maintenance-sex.html' title='Maintenance Sex'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-7905243969879367652</id><published>2011-10-06T07:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T07:28:15.970-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cherished moments'/><title type='text'>Cherish the Moment</title><content type='html'>I got another reminder recently that we should cherish every moment. I played tennis last Thursday night with a good guy who emailed me that night that he enjoyed playing and added Rule No 1 Always Have Fun.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday morning, he died of a heart attack at age 61. So young. I was shocked to say the least. I went to the wake last night and talked to his widow. It is so difficult to find anything to say that isn't trite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was just another reminder that we should cherish today because tomorrow is never guaranteed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-7905243969879367652?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7905243969879367652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/10/cherish-moment.html#comment-form' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/7905243969879367652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/7905243969879367652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/10/cherish-moment.html' title='Cherish the Moment'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-9164509864952957671</id><published>2011-10-01T21:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T21:22:36.387-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feet'/><title type='text'>Feet</title><content type='html'>I recently mentioned the book "A Billion Wicked Thoughts'' and the Internet research they did on what people like.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It turns out breasts, butts and feet are the three most popular searches. So does the man in your life like to play with your feet or toes? Or not? And does he like you to wear high heels in bed? And is it a turnoff for you if he wears socks in bed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell us about whether your feet are involved in your play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FD  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-9164509864952957671?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/9164509864952957671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/10/feet.html#comment-form' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/9164509864952957671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/9164509864952957671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/10/feet.html' title='Feet'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-7925554794462233417</id><published>2011-09-27T06:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T07:17:40.218-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meeting a friend and blogger'/><title type='text'>Meeting a Friend and Fellow Blogger</title><content type='html'>If you read PK's blog, you know we had lunch after becoming blogging friends for the past three years. This is the first time I've met one of my online friends. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In case you missed it, here is what she wrote about it:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://elisnewbeginnings.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-got-to-meet-fellow-blogger.html"&gt;http://elisnewbeginnings.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-got-to-meet-fellow-blogger.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As she said, it was a great lunch and there were none of the usual awkward moments that you sometimes have in a conversation when you meet someone for the first time.  But then even though we hadn't met in person, we know each other so well from sharing our lives online that it wasn't like a first meeting. More like two old friends getting together again. And fun talking about our lives and the various bloggers we both read. And  how Cassie had been in her head when she was just a kid. So nice she is able to share her with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you read my blog, you know I often call her my mentor. She convinced me to start writing stories (which I need to start doing again) and to start a blog. She even set it up for me because I tend to be a computer clueless type.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she is a wonderful wife and mother. Nick is so lucky to have her. And she raised two delightful kids who have left the nest and are making their way in the world although she is so modest, she takes no credit and simply says she didn't screw them up. If you know her, she deserves plenty of credit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And nice that Nick has no issues when her becoming online friends with a guy although I've always felt married couples should be able to have friends of the opposite sex. One of my high school classmates lives in my town and we have lunch occasionally (she has no idea about my dom side) and the husband sometimes joins us for lunch, talks sports a while and then leaves as we continue to chit chat. Many guys don't like to talk about their lives but I enjoy it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, if you read enjoy reading PK's blog and become friends with her, I hope you do you do get to meet her sometime. You will be glad you did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8200416918526393742-7925554794462233417?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7925554794462233417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/09/meeting-friend-and-fellow-blogger.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/7925554794462233417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/7925554794462233417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/09/meeting-friend-and-fellow-blogger.html' title='Meeting a Friend and Fellow Blogger'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-6824783583866182365</id><published>2011-09-24T18:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T18:41:57.452-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='middle class america'/><title type='text'>What Happened to Middle Class America?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;If you are old enough, you may remember when America tended to be a middle class country. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a column showing how all that has changed as policy shifted from the middle class to the wealthy. I found it interesting:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div class="columnGroup first" style="width: auto !important; margin-bottom: 12px; clear: both; margin-right: 7px; margin-left: 10px; "&gt;&lt;h1 class="articleHeadline" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 2.4em; line-height: 1.083em; "&gt;&lt;nyt_headline version="1.0" type=" "&gt;The Social Contract&lt;/nyt_headline&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;nyt_byline&gt;&lt;h6 class="byline" style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-size: 1em; line-height: 1.2em; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;By &lt;a rel="author" href="http://topics.nytimes.com/top/opinion/editorialsandoped/oped/columnists/paulkrugman/index.html?inline=nyt-per" title="More Articles by Paul Krugman" class="meta-per" style="color: rgb(0, 50, 91); 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Republicans say he's promoting class warfare. What's the role of tax policy in bridging a wealth gap?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="readerscomment" class="inlineLeft" style="float: left; clear: left; width: 190px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(244, 244, 244); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 15px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin-top: 7px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 10px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.133em; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 15px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 15px; background-image: url(http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/article/comments/icons/comment_black.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: 0% 50%; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; "&gt;Readers’ Comments&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="content" style="padding-top: 9px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 13px; padding-left: 10px; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(226, 226, 226); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;blockquote style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Readers shared their thoughts on this article.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;ul class="more" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.2em; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.nytimes.com/comments/www.nytimes.com/2011/09/23/opinion/krugman-the-social-contract.html" rel="3v" style="color: rgb(0, 50, 91); text-decoration: none !important; font-size: 1em; "&gt;Read All Comments (459) »&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="articleBody" style="margin-top: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1.7em; "&gt;&lt;p key="IwoOtc" num="1" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 1.467em; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;It was, of course, nothing of the sort. On the contrary, it’s people like Mr. Ryan, who want to exempt the very rich from bearing any of the burden of making our finances sustainable, who are waging class war.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p key="AbiTgb" num="2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 1.467em; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;As background, it helps to know what has been happening to incomes over the past three decades. Detailed estimates from the Congressional Budget Office — which only go up to 2005, but the basic picture surely hasn’t changed — show that between 1979 and 2005 the inflation-adjusted income of families in the middle of the income distribution rose 21 percent. That’s growth, but it’s slow, especially compared with the 100 percent rise in median income over a generation after World War II.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p key="Motm" num="3" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 1.467em; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Meanwhile, over the same period, the income of the very rich, the top 100th of 1 percent of the income distribution, rose by 480 percent. No, that isn’t a misprint. In 2005 dollars, the average annual income of that group rose from $4.2 million to $24.3 million.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p key="SdtSdt" num="4" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 1.467em; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;So do the wealthy look to you like the victims of class warfare?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p key="TbfWwk" num="5" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 1.467em; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;To be fair, there is argument about the extent to which government policy was responsible for the spectacular disparity in income growth. What we know for sure, however, is that policy has consistently tilted to the advantage of the wealthy as opposed to the middle class.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p key="SotFth" num="6" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 1.467em; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Some of the most important aspects of that tilt involved such things as the sustained attack on organized labor and financial deregulation, which created huge fortunes even as it paved the way for economic disaster. For today, however, let’s focus just on taxes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p key="TboPtr" num="7" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 1.467em; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;The budget office’s numbers show that the federal tax burden has fallen for all income classes, which itself runs counter to the rhetoric you hear from the usual suspects. But that burden has fallen much more, as a percentage of income, for the wealthy. Partly this reflects big cuts in top income tax rates, but, beyond that, there has been a major shift of taxation away from wealth and toward work: tax rates on corporate profits, capital gains and dividends have all fallen, while the payroll tax — the main tax paid by most workers — has gone up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p key="AocAwn" num="8" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 1.467em; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;And one consequence of the shift of taxation away from wealth and toward work is the creation of many situations in which — just as Warren Buffett and Mr. Obama say — people with multimillion-dollar incomes, who typically derive much of that income from capital gains and other sources that face low taxes, end up paying a lower overall tax rate than middle-class workers. And we’re not talking about a few exceptional cases.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p key="Atnpot" num="9" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 1.467em; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;According to new estimates by the nonpartisan Tax Policy Center, one-fourth of those with incomes of more than $1 million a year pay income and payroll tax of 12.6 percent of their income or less, putting their tax burden below that of many in the middle class.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p key="NIkNIk" num="10" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 1.467em; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Now, I know how the right will respond to these facts: with misleading statistics and dubious moral claims.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p key="OosWmi" num="11" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 1.467em; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;On one side, we have the claim that the rising share of taxes paid by the rich shows that their burden is rising, not falling. To point out the obvious, the rich are paying more taxes because they’re much richer than they used to be. When middle-class incomes barely grow while the incomes of the wealthiest rise by a factor of six, how could the tax share of the rich not go up, even if their tax rate is falling?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p key="OtoOto" num="12" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 1.467em; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;On the other side, we have the claim that the rich have the right to keep their money — which misses the point that all of us live in and benefit from being part of a larger society.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p key="EWtNsd" num="13" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 1.467em; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Elizabeth Warren, the financial reformer who is now running for the United States Senate in Massachusetts, recently made some eloquent remarks to this effect that are, rightly, getting a lot of attention. “There is nobody in this country who got rich on his own. Nobody,” &lt;a title="A video of Warren on the campaign trail" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=htX2usfqMEs" style="color: rgb(0, 50, 91); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;she declared&lt;/a&gt;, pointing out that the rich can only get rich thanks to the “social contract” that provides a decent, functioning society in which they can prosper.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p key="WbuWbu" num="14" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 1.467em; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Which brings us back to those cries of “class warfare.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p key="RctYta" num="15" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 1.467em; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Republicans claim to be deeply worried by budget deficits. Indeed, Mr. Ryan has called the deficit an “existential threat” to America. Yet they are insisting that the wealthy — who presumably have as much of a stake as everyone else in the nation’s future — should not be called upon to play any role in warding off that existential threat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p key="WtaAti" num="16" sentences="2" class="emActive emReady" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 1.467em; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span num="1" style="background-color: rgb(242, 244, 245); "&gt;Well, that amounts to a demand that a small number of very lucky people be exempted from the social contract that applies to everyone else.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span num="2" style="background-color: rgb(242, 244, 245); "&gt;And that, in case you’re wondering, is what real class warfare looks like&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;nyt_correction_bottom&gt;&lt;div class="articleCorrection" style="margin-bottom: 2.8em; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/nyt_correction_bottom&gt;&lt;nyt_update_bottom&gt;&lt;/nyt_update_bottom&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div class="columnGroup first" style="width: auto !important; margin-bottom: 12px; clear: both; margin-right: 7px; margin-left: 10px; "&gt;&lt;h1 class="articleHeadline" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 2.4em; line-height: 1.083em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/div&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/8200416918526393742-6824783583866182365?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6824783583866182365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-happened-to-middle-class-america.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/6824783583866182365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/6824783583866182365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-happened-to-middle-class-america.html' title='What Happened to Middle Class America?'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-2487340440195221472</id><published>2011-09-23T15:32:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T15:55:12.066-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ricky spanks lucy'/><title type='text'>Ricky Spanking Lucy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I always like to come across new blogs by couples who are new to the spanking lifestyles and reading about their experiences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I just found out by Loving and it has a treat -- a picture of Ricky spanking Lucy. I don't remember this scene or seeing this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure most of you have seen the reruns or if you old enough, saw them when they were first broadcast and they were a sensation in the early days of TV.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In real life, I doubt Lucy was too submissive. She was a very good business woman, especially in her day, and built a TV empire. She started the show to keep Ricky, a band leader with a wandering eye, at home instead of traveling on the road.  She married Ricky in 1940 and they divorced in 1960.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An interesting sidelight is that most shows then were done live on the East Coast and shown in inferior kinescope on the West Coast. Lucy and Ricky offered to take a paycut to film the show rather than move to New York if they got the rights to the films. Which became worth millions because the show is still in syndication.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, here's a link to the picture. If any of you know the context to the scene, please share it with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://signedloving.blogspot.com/2011/09/oucchhhhhhhhh.html"&gt;http://signedloving.blogspot.com/2011/09/oucchhhhhhhhh.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8200416918526393742-2487340440195221472?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2487340440195221472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/09/ricky-spanking-lucy.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/2487340440195221472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/2487340440195221472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/09/ricky-spanking-lucy.html' title='Ricky Spanking Lucy'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-5141240142351368226</id><published>2011-09-20T18:48:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T19:07:02.202-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance novels'/><title type='text'>Romance Novels</title><content type='html'>If you are a woman, do you read romance novels? You are not alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another tidbit in that book "A Billion Wicked Thoughts'' is that romance novels generated $1.37 billion in sales in 2008. The romance genre has the single largest share of the fiction market. At least 74.8 million people read romance novels in 2008. And more than 90 per cent are women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put those numbers in perspective, about 100 million men in the U.S. and Canada accessed online porn in 2008 only a quarter more than the number of women who read romance novels. About 25 per cent of the porn watchers are women. But women won't pay for porn and the companies often flag credit cards with female names that try to pay for porn. But they will spend over $1billion on romance novels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another interesting thing is that sex is not absolutely essential to a romance novel. But the sex scene is important. The heroine is sexually inexperienced until her lover introduces it to her. The awakening to love is that much more powerful when it's accompanied by a sexual awakening as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since our readers tend to be kinky, do you like a romance novel with no kink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more on what women like in their romance novels, but I thought I'd ask my readers what they like and see if it fits with what the authors say they like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who knew romance novels are a billion dollar industry? Hmmm. Maybe I should try to write one. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts on romance novels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-5141240142351368226?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5141240142351368226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/09/romance-novels.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/5141240142351368226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/5141240142351368226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/09/romance-novels.html' title='Romance Novels'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-3425641063389224540</id><published>2011-09-18T05:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T06:18:20.208-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wicked thoughts'/><title type='text'>Why Are We Like We Are?</title><content type='html'>I have come across a fascinating book called, "A Billion Wicked Thoughts.''&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is written by two neuroscientists who have a initiated a revolution in the scientific study of sexual attraction. They point out that very little sex research has ever been done. Kinsey interviewed only 18,000 middle class Caucasians. It was groundbreaking but not a broad sample. And people don't often tell the truth about their sexual desires. So they went to the Internet, analyzing the sexual behavior of more than one hundred million people around the world. They analyzed a billion web searches, a million websites, a million erotic videos, a million erotic stories, millions of personal ads and tens of thousands of digitized romance novels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They point out that if you have a fetish, it is on the Internet. Nobody exists who has a desire that other people don't have. They say if you type in, "Find people that have sex with goat that are on fire'' and the computer will say, "Specify type of goat.''  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They say men prefer plump women to thin ones and men often seek erotic videos featuring women in their fifties and sixties. So much for the supposed preference for thin young women.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't even finished the book and will share more in the future but wanted to share one fascinating tidbit with you. In the history of mankind, only 40 per cent of men have reproduced while 80 per cent of women have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They quote one social psychologist, Roy Baumeister, as saying what this means to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"If you (a male) go along with the crowd and play it safe, the odds are you won't have children. Most men who ever existed did not  have descendants who are alive today. Their lines were dead ends. Hence it was necessary to take chances...Sailing off into the unknown may be risky, and you might drown or be killed, but if you stay home, you won't reproduce anyway. We're descended from men who took chances (and were lucky).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"For women throughout history, the odds of reproducing have been pretty good. Taking chances like (sailing off into the unknown) would be stupid, from the perspective of a biological organism seeking to reproduce. Women might drown or be killed by savages or catch a disease. For women, the optimal thing to do is go along with the crowd, be nice, play it safe. The odds are good that men will come along and offer sex and you'll be able to have babies. All that matters is choosing the best offer. We're descended from women who played it safe.''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you find that as fascinating as I do. I recommend the book but will be sharing more of their findings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FD   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-3425641063389224540?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3425641063389224540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/09/why-are-we-like-we-are.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/3425641063389224540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/3425641063389224540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/09/why-are-we-like-we-are.html' title='Why Are We Like We Are?'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-5752832655910695914</id><published>2011-09-16T13:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T13:48:02.681-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='300 followers'/><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>My blog has now passed the 300 mark in followers and I just wanted to thank all of you who stop by and comment and become followers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As regular readers know, I like to ask questions and so many of you have been kind enough to provide your thoughts and observations. I started this blog a couple of years ago at the urging of the lovely PK at elisnewbeginnings.blogspot.com and never expected to get the feedback I have gotten. I also want to thank all those lurkers who stop by and don't comment. I appreciate you reading the blog and ask you not to be so shy. Feel free to comment or become a follower. I should also thank Bonnie at bottomsmarts.blogspot.com for starting her Love Our Lurkers Day, which convinced me to start commetning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you know, I started this blog as a home for my Training Lisa series of fiction stories and somehow have let a year go by without updating it. One of these days, I plan to do that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, once again, I want to thank everybody who has welcomed me to this community. It is nice to find like-minded folks here to share our thoughts. And if you read but don't blog, feel free to start one of your own. We like to make everyone feel welcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-5752832655910695914?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5752832655910695914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/09/thank-you.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/5752832655910695914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/5752832655910695914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/09/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-7372488283662383649</id><published>2011-09-13T20:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T21:26:31.835-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profiling'/><title type='text'>America in 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I suggest you read this link to a blog entitled, "Some real Shock and Awe: Racially profiled and cuffed in Detroit.''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is about a n Arab looking woman traveling on 9/11 sitting in a row with two men she didn't know who were Indian and what happened to them when somebody said they were acting suspiciously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It makes me wonder if we haven't if we haven't overreacted to the tragedy of 9/11.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read the blog and tell me what you think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://shebshi.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://shebshi.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-7372488283662383649?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7372488283662383649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-suggest-you-read-this-link-to-blog.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/7372488283662383649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/7372488283662383649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-suggest-you-read-this-link-to-blog.html' title='America in 2011'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-6796707705671025743</id><published>2011-09-06T12:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T13:09:15.080-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='epic wet orgasms'/><title type='text'>Getting Wet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Following is a link to a post on the blog by pouredoutlett.blogspot.com.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://pouredoutlett.blogspot.com/2011/09/niagara-falls.html"&gt;http://pouredoutlett.blogspot.com/2011/09/niagara-falls.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you click it on, it is about how she tends to squirt, but recently had two of what she calls Niagara Falls orgasms because she got so wet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She asks by asking if any or the readers can relate to that so I will ask the same question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your thoughts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-6796707705671025743?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6796707705671025743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/09/getting-wet.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/6796707705671025743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/6796707705671025743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/09/getting-wet.html' title='Getting Wet'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-889897854494051477</id><published>2011-09-02T00:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T01:01:47.190-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normal'/><title type='text'>Being Normal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found what I think is a fascinating story on the NY Times website. It is hard to describe it so I ask you to read it. If you do, I think you will find it interesting. And if you do read it, I would be interested in your comments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;By &lt;a href="http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/author/theodore-ross/" class="url fn" title="See all posts by THEODORE ROSS" style="color: rgb(0, 50, 91); text-decoration: none; text-transform: uppercase; "&gt;THEODORE ROSS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div class="post-103749 post hentry category-townies category-uncategorized entry " id="entry-103749" style="font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 10px; border-top-width: initial; border-top-color: initial; border-top-style: none; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div class="entry-content" style="margin-top: 12px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 166px; font-size: 1.4em; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;webonly&gt;&lt;/webonly&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="inlineModule" style="width: 151px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-top-style: solid; margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; clear: left; float: left; display: block; "&gt;&lt;div class="entry categoryDescriptionModule" style="border-top-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-top-style: none; padding-top: 9px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: rgb(213, 213, 213); "&gt;&lt;div class="thumb" style="width: 50px; margin-bottom: 0px; clear: left; float: left; margin-left: 0px; height: 50px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-right: 7px; margin-top: 0px; "&gt;&lt;img alt="Townies" src="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/blogs_v3/opinionator/pogs/townies45.gif" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="summary" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.3em; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 1.2em; line-height: 1.4166em; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/category/townies/" style="color: rgb(0, 50, 91); text-decoration: none; "&gt;Townies&lt;/a&gt; is a series about life in New York.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p key="LiNEaa" num="0" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 166px; font-size: 1.4em; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="emInfo" style="position: absolute; margin-top: -1px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: -8px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 10px; background-color: transparent !important; "&gt;&lt;a class="emAnchor" href="http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2011/08/31/the-same-old-ball-game/?scp=1&amp;amp;sq=five%20year%20old&amp;amp;st=Search#p[LiNEaa]" key="LiNEaa" title="Link to 1st paragraph" style="color: rgb(0, 50, 91); text-decoration: none; "&gt;¶&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Life in New York City requires the acceptance of a contradictory narrative about what loosely can be called ordinary existence. Even as a native of this city, I struggle to regard the punishment of its costs, the strain of its pace and the futility of its endless competitions — major, minor and residential — as normal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p key="BwtNpi" num="1" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 166px; font-size: 1.4em; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="emInfo" style="position: absolute; margin-top: -1px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: -8px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 10px; background-color: transparent !important; "&gt;&lt;a class="emAnchor" href="http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2011/08/31/the-same-old-ball-game/?scp=1&amp;amp;sq=five%20year%20old&amp;amp;st=Search#p[BwtNpi]" key="BwtNpi" title="Link to 2nd paragraph" style="color: rgb(0, 50, 91); text-decoration: none; "&gt;¶&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But who’s to say what’s normal? It has been said that the only normal people are the ones we don’t know very well. But I disagree. Normal people, if they can be located outside the playpens of mythology and tall tales, are exactly those we do know, in our families and relationships, by choice or happenstance, or as is so often the case in this impossible city, out of necessity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p key="ItaOml" num="2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 166px; font-size: 1.4em; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="emInfo" style="position: absolute; margin-top: -1px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: -8px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 10px; background-color: transparent !important; "&gt;&lt;a class="emAnchor" href="http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2011/08/31/the-same-old-ball-game/?scp=1&amp;amp;sq=five%20year%20old&amp;amp;st=Search#p[ItaOml]" key="ItaOml" title="Link to 3rd paragraph" style="color: rgb(0, 50, 91); text-decoration: none; "&gt;¶&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I thought about that a couple of weeks ago, in a setting abundant with the trappings of normal American life: one of my 5-year-old son J.P.’s peewee baseball games. The field where he plays sits in a little park off Flatbush Avenue in Brooklyn, on a tree-lined block of brownstones in the shadow of the construction site that will one day be an arena named for a global financial services provider. There is a playground in the park, and on this humid early evening, children scrambled up the jungle gym and ran screaming through the sprinkler. Young men played pickup basketball on the asphalt courts adjacent to the field. Teenage boys capered about on bicycles and skateboards, vying for the approval of the girls on the church stoop across the street. Old men loitered on the park benches, furtively sipping beers camouflaged in paper bags.&lt;span id="more-103749"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="w190 right module" style="margin-bottom: 1em; clear: right; width: 190px; padding-top: 5px; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; margin-top: 5px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; float: right; margin-left: 12px; margin-right: 0px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;div class="entry" style="border-top-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-top-style: none; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; width: auto; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: rgb(213, 213, 213); "&gt;&lt;blockquote style="margin-top: 1px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 9px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 1.6em; line-height: 1.28em; text-indent: 0px; clear: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(112, 112, 112); "&gt;He hit, sprinted the bases and high-fived his teammates, then me, then my ex-wife’s girlfriend.&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 1em; line-height: 1.4em; color: rgb(112, 112, 112); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p key="SahHhh" num="3" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 166px; font-size: 1.4em; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="emInfo" style="position: absolute; margin-top: -1px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: -8px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 10px; background-color: transparent !important; "&gt;&lt;a class="emAnchor" href="http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2011/08/31/the-same-old-ball-game/?scp=1&amp;amp;sq=five%20year%20old&amp;amp;st=Search#p[SahHhh]" key="SahHhh" title="Link to 4th paragraph" style="color: rgb(0, 50, 91); text-decoration: none; "&gt;¶&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Standing at home plate with J.P. (I volunteer as an assistant coach for his team, the Red Dragons), I offered a few (mostly useless) batting tips, made sure that his helmet sat straight on his head and reminded him to have fun. He hit, he sprinted the bases, and eventually, when he reached home, high-fived his teammates, then me, then my ex-wife’s girlfriend, Kathy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p key="WsaInt" num="4" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 166px; font-size: 1.4em; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="emInfo" style="position: absolute; margin-top: -1px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: -8px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 10px; background-color: transparent !important; "&gt;&lt;a class="emAnchor" href="http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2011/08/31/the-same-old-ball-game/?scp=1&amp;amp;sq=five%20year%20old&amp;amp;st=Search#p[WsaInt]" key="WsaInt" title="Link to 5th paragraph" style="color: rgb(0, 50, 91); text-decoration: none; "&gt;¶&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We separated about three years ago, and I found out about Kathy a few months later. We had put our apartment up for sale, and I had stopped by to make sure everything was in order before an open house. I noticed that someone had left a phone in the kitchen, and when I picked it up I saw that the wallpaper photo was an image of my son.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p key="IwfTws" num="5" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 166px; font-size: 1.4em; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="emInfo" style="position: absolute; margin-top: -1px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: -8px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 10px; background-color: transparent !important; "&gt;&lt;a class="emAnchor" href="http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2011/08/31/the-same-old-ball-game/?scp=1&amp;amp;sq=five%20year%20old&amp;amp;st=Search#p[IwfTws]" key="IwfTws" title="Link to 6th paragraph" style="color: rgb(0, 50, 91); text-decoration: none; "&gt;¶&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I was fairly certain the phone was not my ex-wife’s, but to make sure, I called her. The abandoned phone remained silent, and when she answered, I asked if perhaps she owned a second phone. She said no, Kathy — I believe this was the first time I heard her name — had some carpentry skills and had been doing a bit of work and forgot it there. They would stop by later to collect it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="w427" style="margin-left: 165px; width: 427px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 1em; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2011/08/31/opinion/townies_ross_three/townies_ross_three-blog427.jpg" id="100000001027719" width="427" height="427" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span class="credit" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 1em; line-height: 1.223em; text-align: right; color: rgb(144, 144, 144); margin-bottom: 2px; display: block; margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Rich Tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="caption" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 1.1em; line-height: 1.2727em; display: block; margin-top: 3px; margin-right: 2px; margin-left: 2px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p key="TisCih" num="6" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 166px; font-size: 1.4em; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="emInfo" style="position: absolute; margin-top: -1px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: -8px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 10px; background-color: transparent !important; "&gt;&lt;a class="emAnchor" href="http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2011/08/31/the-same-old-ball-game/?scp=1&amp;amp;sq=five%20year%20old&amp;amp;st=Search#p[TisCih]" key="TisCih" title="Link to 7th paragraph" style="color: rgb(0, 50, 91); text-decoration: none; "&gt;¶&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There is something disorienting, to say the least, about finding a photograph of your child in the possession of someone you have never met. As a parent, the shock of realizing that your child has a life and experiences and attachments independent of you never completely fades. It’s worse for divorced parents. J.P. has school, friends, his mother, the world he creates when he closes the door to his bedroom and orders me to stay out. Most of the time, though, that alternate existence remains safely theoretical. Confronting it head-on stung.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p key="AtsBih" num="7" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 166px; font-size: 1.4em; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="emInfo" style="position: absolute; margin-top: -1px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: -8px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 10px; background-color: transparent !important; "&gt;&lt;a class="emAnchor" href="http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2011/08/31/the-same-old-ball-game/?scp=1&amp;amp;sq=five%20year%20old&amp;amp;st=Search#p[AtsBih]" key="AtsBih" title="Link to 8th paragraph" style="color: rgb(0, 50, 91); text-decoration: none; "&gt;¶&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;At the same time, the person who took this photo clearly cared about J.P., and for that I was grateful. I also — and this is embarrassing to admit — felt a sense of relief. It would have been worse for me if the unknown figure in J.P.’s life had been male. A man, another possible father, someone with a better jump shot, more adept with a wrench and a power tool, wiser, taller, and more at ease — would have been a greater threat. The photo suggested to me nurturing and affection and the world of motherhood. I understand that what I am describing is sexist and silly and an awful generalization. But it helped, and it still does.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p key="TiiTii" num="8" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 166px; font-size: 1.4em; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="emInfo" style="position: absolute; margin-top: -1px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: -8px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 10px; background-color: transparent !important; "&gt;&lt;a class="emAnchor" href="http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2011/08/31/the-same-old-ball-game/?scp=1&amp;amp;sq=five%20year%20old&amp;amp;st=Search#p[TiiTii]" key="TiiTii" title="Link to 9th paragraph" style="color: rgb(0, 50, 91); text-decoration: none; "&gt;¶&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(This is in marked contrast to the reactions of some of my friends and family members, who assumed that my ex’s sexual preference could not help but emasculate me, and worried that I might enter some panicked phase of male sexual overcompensation.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p key="JWca" num="9" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 166px; font-size: 1.4em; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="emInfo" style="position: absolute; margin-top: -1px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: -8px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 10px; background-color: transparent !important; "&gt;&lt;a class="emAnchor" href="http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2011/08/31/the-same-old-ball-game/?scp=1&amp;amp;sq=five%20year%20old&amp;amp;st=Search#p[JWca]" key="JWca" title="Link to 10th paragraph" style="color: rgb(0, 50, 91); text-decoration: none; "&gt;¶&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;J.P. took to the field and Kathy and I stood on the sidelines watching. We chatted amiably about J.P.’s summer camp and his eating habits (he will, apparently, consider a wider range of fruits and vegetables when in her care than in mine or his mother’s); the pleasures and irritations of my ex-wife’s large, loving and contentious Vietnamese family; and whether my ex-wife and Kathy felt pressured to wed now that New York’s marriage laws have been amended to reflect the new, and more just, consensus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p key="WthKhh" num="10" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 166px; font-size: 1.4em; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="emInfo" style="position: absolute; margin-top: -1px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: -8px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 10px; background-color: transparent !important; "&gt;&lt;a class="emAnchor" href="http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2011/08/31/the-same-old-ball-game/?scp=1&amp;amp;sq=five%20year%20old&amp;amp;st=Search#p[WthKhh]" key="WthKhh" title="Link to 11th paragraph" style="color: rgb(0, 50, 91); text-decoration: none; "&gt;¶&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When the half-inning ended, J.P. sprinted in from first base, flushed, panting and demanding water. Kathy handed him his water bottle and patted him on the head while he drank.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p key="KaIItl" num="11" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 166px; font-size: 1.4em; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="emInfo" style="position: absolute; margin-top: -1px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: -8px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 10px; background-color: transparent !important; "&gt;&lt;a class="emAnchor" href="http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2011/08/31/the-same-old-ball-game/?scp=1&amp;amp;sq=five%20year%20old&amp;amp;st=Search#p[KaIItl]" key="KaIItl" title="Link to 12th paragraph" style="color: rgb(0, 50, 91); text-decoration: none; "&gt;¶&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Kathy and I are far from friends, but it’s easier to communicate with her than with my ex-wife, and so, when possible, I include her in the complex and fatiguing logistics of our shared parenting. In that light, our conversation during the game worked as kind of domestic diplomacy, a step along the path to knowing each other, a road that hopefully ends at a new normal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p key="TnIIwt" num="12" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 166px; font-size: 1.4em; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="emInfo" style="position: absolute; margin-top: -1px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: -8px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 10px; background-color: transparent !important; "&gt;&lt;a class="emAnchor" href="http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2011/08/31/the-same-old-ball-game/?scp=1&amp;amp;sq=five%20year%20old&amp;amp;st=Search#p[TnIIwt]" key="TnIIwt" title="Link to 13th paragraph" style="color: rgb(0, 50, 91); text-decoration: none; "&gt;¶&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The normal I am thinking of was in evidence on the ball field, too, in a way that I imagine would be hard to find outside of New York. The challenges and obstacles of this city throw people together in ways that encourage the intimacy that results in the ordinary. J.P.’s teammates on the Red Dragons come from families of wide diversity, a cross-section of class, race, income and sexual orientation. To watch them is to see change mingled with tradition, with ease, without judgment. It was the end of summer and children were playing baseball: what could be more normal?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;hr style="clear: both; height: 1px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; line-height: 0; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-top: 3em; margin-bottom: 3em; display: block; text-align: center; width: 275px; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); margin-left: 242px; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;div class="w75 left" style="width: 75px; margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 12px; float: left; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; clear: left; margin-left: 166px; display: inline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2011/02/09/opinion/townies_theodore_ross/townies_theodore_ross-thumbStandard.jpg" alt="Theodore Ross" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p key="TRiTRi" num="13" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 166px; font-size: 1.4em; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="emInfo" style="position: absolute; margin-top: -1px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: -8px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 10px; background-color: transparent !important; "&gt;&lt;a class="emAnchor" href="http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2011/08/31/the-same-old-ball-game/?scp=1&amp;amp;sq=five%20year%20old&amp;amp;st=Search#p[TRiTRi]" key="TRiTRi" title="Link to 14th paragraph" style="color: rgb(0, 50, 91); text-decoration: none; "&gt;¶&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Theodore Ross is the author of the forthcoming book “Am I a Jew” and a contributor to the blog&lt;a href="http://www.dadwagon.com/" style="color: rgb(0, 50, 91); 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It is a Yiddish word that suggest warmth, domesticity and unpretentious conviviality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suggest you read the column, but he starts out by saying that in a safari in Africa, his family stayed in seven tents. The simple camps were friendly warm and familiar. The more elegant ones were colder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He talks about Comfort Inns with the free breakfasts where people chat at the waffle machine. At the four-star hotels, they are quiet. He mentioned a book called "The Lost City'' about life in an old densely packed Chicago neighborhood where kids ran from home to home and people hung out on stoops. They moved to the suburbs and didn't know their neighbors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He says on vacations we think of the Where. But when we come back we treasure the memory of the Who -- people you met in faraway places. And he links to an article on research on happiness that is worth reading. It says you should buy experiences instead of things, many small pleasures instead of a few big ones. Pay now for things you can look forward to and enjoy later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you click on the link, it says if money doesn't make you happy, then you probably aren't spending it right. It says rich people have better toys, better nutrition, more free time and better jobs but they don't tend to be a lot happier than people who have less because they don't spend it right. The things they think will make them happy often don't. For example, they say you can spend a lot of money on a new hardwood floor and it soon is just the floor but the memory of seeing a cheetah at dawn on a safari continues to provide delight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The quality of our social relationships is a strong determinant of our happiness. You tend to be happier giving money to a food bank than spending it on yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It also says that while people who have sex are happier than those that don't, it says the optimal number of sex partners in a 12-month period is one.  It says that multiple partners are occasionally thrilling, but regular partners are regularly enjoyable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that people who enjoy the mundane joys of daily life are happier than those that don't. Which is why rich people don't get to enjoy small pleasures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could go on and on about this topic but you can read the link and then click on the link in the story for more details.  And this whole topic of happiness may not interest you as much as it does me. Let me know your thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FD  (I suggest you click on the following link and then to the link in the story)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2011/08/30/opinion/brooks-the-haimish-line.html?_r=1&amp;amp;hp"&gt;http://www.nytimes.com/2011/08/30/opinion/brooks-the-haimish-line.html?_r=1&amp;amp;hp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2011/08/30/opinion/brooks-the-haimish-line.html?_r=1&amp;amp;hp"&gt;http://www.nytimes.com/2011/08/30/opinion/brooks-the-haimish-line.html?_r=1&amp;amp;hp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-4292145723451324918?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4292145723451324918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/08/happiness.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/4292145723451324918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/4292145723451324918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/08/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-1238623056995309142</id><published>2011-08-22T10:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T10:32:26.496-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Looking in Mirrors'/><title type='text'>Mirror, Mirror on the Wall</title><content type='html'>I just read a story about a woman at UCLA who is not going to look in the mirror for a year, including covering her wedding date. And she blogs about it in a blog called Mirror, Mirror Off the Wall.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the link to the story:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stylelist.com/2011/08/20/kjerstin-gruys-mirrors_n_931699.html?ncid=webmail6"&gt;http://www.stylelist.com/2011/08/20/kjerstin-gruys-mirrors_n_931699.html?ncid=webmail6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The story says some women look in the mirror 70 times a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you look into the mirror often? Do you like looking in the mirror? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your thoughts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-1238623056995309142?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1238623056995309142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/08/mirror-mirror-on-wall.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/1238623056995309142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/1238623056995309142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/08/mirror-mirror-on-wall.html' title='Mirror, Mirror on the Wall'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-2223163622308871371</id><published>2011-08-20T20:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T20:42:44.401-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='submission'/><title type='text'>More on Submission</title><content type='html'>I've been on the topic of submission lately and I thought I'd share the comments on submission I found on Submissive Awakening's site at sensualfreak-submissiveawakening.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Submission is beauty. It is a beauty that comes from the very soul of a submissive woman..It is a breaking down of the walls built up in her lifetime, allowing the beautiful, sensual woman to come through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Submission is about sensuality. It is about trust, communication, vulnerability, caring and honesty. It is about being a graceful, sensual, beautiful woman thatresides within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Submission is about knowing who you are, and what you want. A submissive is NOT a weak person but just the opposite. She is strong. She is strong in herself and in the iknowledge of who she is. She NEVER submits out of weakness or desperation. She submits out of strength, love and trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Submission is freedom. It is a letting go of one's self, knowing that the Dominant is there to catch her if she falters. It is about pushing to be the very best one can be, not only as a submissive, but as a woman.''&lt;br /&gt;The author is listed as unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a quote from a sex therapist named William Henkin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Submission can actually engender power: realizing that you have something to give, and that you are capable of mastering your own will to give it up the way your top wants it, can inspire pride: Not false pride of an inflated ego, but the true pride that, like humility, comes from knowing the depths of yourself.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a quote from Valraen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Without my dominance you cannot submit. Without your submission I cannot dominate. You are my equal in this, though our roles a different.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-2223163622308871371?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2223163622308871371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/08/more-on-submission.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/2223163622308871371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/2223163622308871371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/08/more-on-submission.html' title='More on Submission'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-7150557420586295760</id><published>2011-08-13T06:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T07:04:28.530-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Submissive wife'/><title type='text'>A Submissive Wife</title><content type='html'>I'm a political buff, but rarely write about political things because that is not what this blog is about. But I wanted to bring up a question that was asked of Michelle Bachmann at the debate in Iowa.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is not about what you think of her although she tends to be a gaffe machine. She once said "our forebears, who worked tirelessly, men like John Quincy Adams, who would not rest until slavery was extinguished in the country.''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, Adams was not a founding father. His father was. And the founding fathers did not work tirelessly to end slavery. Many were slave owners and they decided not to tackle the issue. They even decreed slaves to be counted as 3/5s of a person. They let Lincoln decide the issue with the Civil War. But I digress. Americans are noted for knowing their own history. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now to my point. Yes, I am going to get there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a recent Washington Post profile, her older brother said, "He is her godly husband. The husband is to be the head of the wife, according to God.'' And in a 2006 speech to congregants of the Living Word Christian Center, when she stated that she pursued her degree in tax law because her husband told her to, she said, "The Lord says  "Be submissive, wives. You are to be submissive to your husbands.' ''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So she was asked at the Iowa debate if she was submissive. She seemed to handle it well, saying, "I respect my husband. He's a wonderful godly man, and we respect each other.''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The interesting thing, though, was that the crowd booed and hissed loudly at the question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was another sign that being a submissive wife does not appear  to be a popular thing in our society even though many submissive women are very strong women in the work place and in their careers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your thoughts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FD    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8200416918526393742-7150557420586295760?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7150557420586295760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/08/submissive-wife.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/7150557420586295760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/7150557420586295760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/08/submissive-wife.html' title='A Submissive Wife'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-7931791482968999305</id><published>2011-08-07T09:45:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T10:03:40.365-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='submissive woman'/><title type='text'>A Submissive Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Droid Sans'; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 229); "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Droid Sans'; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 229); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Droid Sans'; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 229); "&gt;I found this on the site of Histoy33916.blogspot.com that was written by an unknown author.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Droid Sans'; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 229); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Droid Sans'; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 229); "&gt;I'm not into harsh punishments, but thought the sentiment about being a strong woman who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Droid Sans'; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 229); "&gt;serves from pride and strength was right on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Droid Sans'; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 229); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Droid Sans'; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 229); "&gt;Your thoughts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Droid Sans'; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 229); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Droid Sans'; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 229); "&gt;FD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Droid Sans'; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 229); "&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Droid Sans'; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 229); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am a submissive Woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Droid Sans'; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 229); "&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5896422569593684574" style="width: 479px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find pleasure, joy, and fulfillment from being submissive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5896422569593684574" style="width: 479px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; "&gt; to another&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5896422569593684574" style="width: 479px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; "&gt; in a loving relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5896422569593684574" style="width: 479px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; "&gt; I am not weak, or stupid. I am a strong woman, with firm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5896422569593684574" style="width: 479px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; "&gt; views&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5896422569593684574" style="width: 479px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; "&gt; and a clear concept of what I want out of my life. I do not &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5896422569593684574" style="width: 479px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; "&gt;serve out of shame or weakness, but out of pride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5896422569593684574" style="width: 479px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; "&gt; and strength.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5896422569593684574" style="width: 479px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; "&gt; I look to my loving Master for guidance and protection,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5896422569593684574" style="width: 479px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; "&gt; for never&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5896422569593684574" style="width: 479px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; "&gt; am I more complete than when he is with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5896422569593684574" style="width: 479px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; "&gt; I know that he will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5896422569593684574" style="width: 479px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; "&gt; protect my body, my mind, and my soul with his &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5896422569593684574" style="width: 479px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; "&gt;strength and wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is everything to me, as I am everything to him. His touch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5896422569593684574" style="width: 479px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; "&gt; awakens me and his thoughts free me. Only in serving him &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5896422569593684574" style="width: 479px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; "&gt;do I find complete freedom and joy. His punishments are harsh,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5896422569593684574" style="width: 479px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; "&gt; but I accept them thankfully, knowing that he has my best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5896422569593684574" style="width: 479px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; "&gt; interests always foremost in his mind. If he desires my body&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5896422569593684574" style="width: 479px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; "&gt; for pleasure, I shall joyfully give it to him, and take pleasure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5896422569593684574" style="width: 479px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; "&gt; myself from knowing that I have brought him happiness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5896422569593684574" style="width: 479px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; "&gt;However, the pleasure of the flesh is but one facet of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5896422569593684574" style="width: 479px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; "&gt; any relationship. The love, the trust and sharing, the words &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5896422569593684574" style="width: 479px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; "&gt;spoken and felt, those are all parts of this relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body is his, and if he says I am beautiful, then I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5896422569593684574" style="width: 479px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; "&gt; No matter what I look like to others, I am beautiful in his&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5896422569593684574" style="width: 479px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; "&gt; eyes, and because of that I hold my head high...for who can &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5896422569593684574" style="width: 479px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; "&gt;tell me that my Master is wrong in seeing the beauty in me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5896422569593684574" style="width: 479px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; "&gt;If he says I am his princess, then I am that...regal and graceful,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5896422569593684574" style="width: 479px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; "&gt; and if I see laughter at me in the eyes of others, I do not &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5896422569593684574" style="width: 479px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; "&gt;recognize it, for who are they to call my Master wrong? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5896422569593684574" style="width: 479px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; "&gt;If he says I am his toy, his slut, his tramp, then I am &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5896422569593684574" style="width: 479px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; "&gt;that...as wanton and dirty as he wants me to be, and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5896422569593684574" style="width: 479px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; "&gt;if others do not see this, then it is they who are blind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5896422569593684574" style="width: 479px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; "&gt; not my Master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is his, to expand, to explore, to know as only he can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5896422569593684574" style="width: 479px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; "&gt; I have no secrets from him...for secrets are a thing that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5896422569593684574" style="width: 479px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; "&gt; would keep me from being more perfectly his. Secrets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5896422569593684574" style="width: 479px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; "&gt; would put a wall up between my Master and myself..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5896422569593684574" style="width: 479px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; "&gt;.and I do not want walls. His lessons are not always ones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5896422569593684574" style="width: 479px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; "&gt; I would seek on my own, but they are lessons he has&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5896422569593684574" style="width: 479px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; "&gt; decided I need, and so I learn from him. My soul is his,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5896422569593684574" style="width: 479px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; "&gt; as bare to his touch as ever my skin could be when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5896422569593684574" style="width: 479px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; "&gt; I kneel naked at his feet. Never a moment goes by when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5896422569593684574" style="width: 479px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; "&gt; I do not feel his presence, be he miles away or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5896422569593684574" style="width: 479px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; "&gt; standing over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to ever displease him, his displeasure would&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5896422569593684574" style="width: 479px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; "&gt; be a blow to my soul, worse punishment than any&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5896422569593684574" style="width: 479px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; "&gt; physical pain could be. The anguish of my soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5896422569593684574" style="width: 479px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; "&gt; that I feel when I disappoint him is harder to bear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5896422569593684574" style="width: 479px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; "&gt; than the physical anguish. I spend my days knowing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5896422569593684574" style="width: 479px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; "&gt;that the energy and thought he puts into our &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5896422569593684574" style="width: 479px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; "&gt;relationship is as much for my benefit as for his,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5896422569593684574" style="width: 479px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; "&gt; and look forward to each lovingly crafted scene&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5896422569593684574" style="width: 479px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; "&gt; that we do together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His part is much harder than mine, and I know this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5896422569593684574" style="width: 479px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; "&gt;and am grateful that he cares enough about me to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5896422569593684574" style="width: 479px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; "&gt; spend his time and energy so freely on me. I have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5896422569593684574" style="width: 479px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; "&gt; the easier job: to feel, to experience, to let myself go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5896422569593684574" style="width: 479px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; "&gt; and abandon everything to him. I am his pleasure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5896422569593684574" style="width: 479px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; "&gt; and his responsibility, and he takes both seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a submissive woman. I am proud to call&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5896422569593684574" style="width: 479px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; "&gt; myself that. My submission is a gift that I do not &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5896422569593684574" style="width: 479px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; "&gt;give lightly, and can only be given to one who &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5896422569593684574" style="width: 479px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; "&gt;can appreciate that gift and return it tenfold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5896422569593684574" style="width: 479px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; "&gt; Only to he who has that strength will I give&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5896422569593684574" style="width: 479px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; "&gt; myself fully, because I am strong and proud. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5896422569593684574" style="width: 479px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; "&gt;I am a submissive woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;author unknown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-7931791482968999305?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7931791482968999305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/08/submissive-woman.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/7931791482968999305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/7931791482968999305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/08/submissive-woman.html' title='A Submissive Woman'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-5580406683769814290</id><published>2011-08-05T08:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T08:16:43.622-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='planking'/><title type='text'>Planking</title><content type='html'>Have you heard of planking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the art of being photographed face down with with stiffened arms and legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It supposedly started out in Australia and geekosystem.com says it is sweeping the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Huffington Post had a photo of several of Hefner's playmates face down. They were&lt;br /&gt;clothed but their butts look so inviting for a spanking. You can google it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard of planking? I don't get the point if it is not followed by a spanking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-5580406683769814290?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5580406683769814290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/08/planking.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/5580406683769814290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/5580406683769814290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/08/planking.html' title='Planking'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-5635005352006587396</id><published>2011-08-03T07:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T07:33:17.439-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Movie Kisses</title><content type='html'>I saw this list of best movie kisses on a site called thirdage.com and thought I would share them ith you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Of course, it has to be Burt Lancaster and Deborah Kerr on the beach in "From Here to Eternity.'' What sparks. They had bathing suits on but it was so sexy with the waves crashing on them. I'd love to makeout on that beach. And Lancaster and Kerr were amazing. That was the golden age of Hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Breakfast at Tiffanys with Audrey Hepburn and George Peppard in a rain drenched kiss based on the famous Truman Capote novel, which was based on a real person. She is an icon but he faded from the scene. I saw the movie but frankly don't remember the kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Kate Winslet and Leonardo Dicaprio in the Titanic. I liked the scene better when she posed topless for a drawing for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Meet Joe Black with Brad Pitt aqnd Claire Foriani. I didn't see this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Shakespeare in Love with Joseph Fiennes and Gwyneth Paltrow. I remember her pretending to be a man in the movie, which was a stretch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Cold Mountain with Jude Law and Nicole Kidman. I didn't see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The Notebook with Ryan Gosling and Rachel McAdams. Didn't see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Cashback with Sean Biggerstaff and Emilia Fox. Didn't see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Slumdog Millionaire with Dey Patel and Freida Pinto. I remember the movie but not the kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could they leave out Bogey and Bergman in Casablanca (my all time favorite) and Clark Gable and Vivien Leigh in Gone with the Wind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have your favorite movie kiss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-5635005352006587396?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5635005352006587396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/08/best-movie-kisses.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/5635005352006587396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/5635005352006587396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/08/best-movie-kisses.html' title='Best Movie Kisses'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-190239036457772987</id><published>2011-08-02T07:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T07:25:15.455-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dress code'/><title type='text'>Dress code</title><content type='html'>Did you see the story about the woman who was apparently ejected from a Walmart in Eugene, Ore.for wearing a string bikini top with shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't seen her, you can google woman ejected from Walmart for wearing a string bikini. She is not a young babe, but a 51-year-old woman with a shaved head and tatoos who says she has disabilities from motorcycle accidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says she was escorted out of the store. The store officials have a different version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of what happened, the question I have is should women wear anythng they want in public as long as their private areas are covered or do you feel some things are inappropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to the beach a lot and many women won't even walk from their car to the beach in a bikini. They wear a T-shirt top they take off on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I am curious to get your thoughts on what is appropriate for women to wear in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-190239036457772987?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/190239036457772987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/08/dress-code.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/190239036457772987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/190239036457772987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/08/dress-code.html' title='Dress code'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-3555685052423711118</id><published>2011-07-24T20:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T20:41:36.128-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='looks'/><title type='text'>Do looks matter?</title><content type='html'>I found the following on Yahoo on a discussion of five mistakes men make in the dating world.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first was: Choosing a mate for her looks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It quoted Ron May, a psychologist in private practice in Madison, Wis., who is on the editorial board for "Psychology Of Men and Masculinity,'' as saying, "What I find is often true with a guy who is dating a beautiful woman is that he starts out by feeling great that he is with this hot person. But then he starts to fear that other men might want her. He becomes jealous, and that can undermine the relationship.'' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think a secure man doesn't feel jealousy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are your thoughts. And do women dating good looking guys feel the same way?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your thoughts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FD&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/8200416918526393742-3555685052423711118?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3555685052423711118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/07/do-looks-matter.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/3555685052423711118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/3555685052423711118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/07/do-looks-matter.html' title='Do looks matter?'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-4573683676392555920</id><published>2011-07-17T20:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T20:41:49.650-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hands'/><title type='text'>Hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In her blog, Velvet wrote very well about his Master's hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the link:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://velvetnightmaresandbittersweetdreams.blogspot.com/?zx=c90fad8f48424d31"&gt;http://velvetnightmaresandbittersweetdreams.blogspot.com/?zx=c90fad8f48424d31&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She wrote among other things, "He has held me with them, touching, caressing and hugging me with them, from the moment he came through the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"He has gently steered me with them, guiding me to my knees, positioning my own hands, my body, my mouth for his enjoyment.''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can read the rest on her blog, but it got me to thinking of the thoughts of the women who stop by here have about the hands of the man in their life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you share you thoughts about his hands and how he uses them when he plays with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FD  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8200416918526393742-4573683676392555920?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4573683676392555920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/07/hands.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/4573683676392555920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/4573683676392555920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/07/hands.html' title='Hands'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-6448298817615762462</id><published>2011-07-11T15:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T16:42:13.656-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Belated Birthday</title><content type='html'>Two years ago last month I started this blog and I want to thank all the readers who have commented on my posts and become followers over the past two years.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First. I have to thank Bonnie of bottomsmarts.blogspot.com, who started her annual Love Our Lurkers Day and convinced me to stop lurking and start commenting. And then PK of elisnewbeginnings.blogspot.com convinced me to start my own blog. As you know, I enjoy posting questions and observations and I appreciate it when so many of you share your thoughts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started this blog writing a fictional series called "Lisa's Training." Unfortunately, I haven't updated it in a year, but I still hope to add to it eventually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I also want to thank all the other bloggers in our community who keep their blogs going. It is good to hear like minded folks share their experiences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's also frustrating when bloggers you feel you know suddenly stop blogging. If you have considered starting your own blog, I want to encourage you to do it. It is very rewarding to get feedback from the readers. And if you are a lurker, feel free to sign up and start commenting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope a year from now I will be able to celebrate the blog's third birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FD  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-6448298817615762462?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6448298817615762462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/07/belated-birthday.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/6448298817615762462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/6448298817615762462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/07/belated-birthday.html' title='Belated Birthday'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-9162269363885064063</id><published>2011-07-05T20:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T20:05:43.072-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breast implants'/><title type='text'>Breast implants</title><content type='html'>Saw a blurb in the paper that according to the American Society of Plastic Surgeons, breast implants in the U.S. increased by 39 per cent in the last decade. And while breast reductions decreased by two per cent, breast lift procedures rose by 70 per cent.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I thought I'd ask the readers: Have any of you had implants or reductions or have you considered one or the other and what are your views on them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your thoughts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-9162269363885064063?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/9162269363885064063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/07/breast-implants.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/9162269363885064063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/9162269363885064063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/07/breast-implants.html' title='Breast implants'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-407026925528626558</id><published>2011-07-03T09:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T10:22:15.374-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Fourth of July'/><title type='text'>The Fourth</title><content type='html'>Well, this is a holiday weekend when we celebrate our independence from our friends on the other side of the pond. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But our independence has been more of a mixed blessing that you might think. Britain abolished slavery in 1833 without a civil war. Of course, they didn't have the cotton economy that we did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Britain started its NHS -- National Health Insurance -- in 1948. We still don't have it and are at the mercy of the insurance companies and a major illness can leave you bankrupt. The insurance companies demonize NHS by talking about long waits but ask our friends in Great Britain or Canada if they would give it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then are friends across the pond aren't always wiser than we are. They are doing the same austerity thing we are doing and cutting spending when economics 101 is that government should increase spending in times of recession. We are trying to do what Herbert Hoover did and we know how that worked out. In fact FDR was convinced to cut spending in 1937 and that hurt the economy until a federal jobs program called WWII and the subsequent GI bill turned us into a middle class country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a Washington Post article called What History teaches us about the welfare state, the author, Francois Furstenberg notes that in 1873 the collapse of Jay Cooke @ Co., the nation's premier investment bank started a financial crisis. It overextended itself by offering risky loans based on overvalued real estate. The government did nothing and for 65 straight months, the economy shrank. It also started an era of labor unrest, including the Homestead stroke of 1892, probably the most violent labor conflict in American history.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The author points out that vast disparities between the rich and poor, the spectacular concentration of wealth amassed by the richest Americans in the two previous generations and the inability of government policies to mitigate the crisis brought the nation to the edge of class warfare and social disintegration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, now we are in an another era when the gulf between the rich and poor is growing and the answer seems to be more tax cuts for the rich. One blogger on Huffington Post said recently that if you dropped into our country from outer space and listened to the cries for tax cuts for the rich and the cutting of spending on the poor, you would think the problem is that the poor have too much money and the rich don't have enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This isn't what I usually write about and you may disagree but I thought I'd add some food for thought as we watch the fireworks on the Fourth of July.       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FD    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-407026925528626558?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/407026925528626558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/07/fourth.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/407026925528626558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/407026925528626558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/07/fourth.html' title='The Fourth'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-7250636004350368254</id><published>2011-06-30T19:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T19:37:39.577-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In the mood'/><title type='text'>In the Mood?</title><content type='html'>Do you sometimes find yourself not in the mood for sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The website everydayhealth.com recently listed 12 problems:&lt;br /&gt;Stress&lt;br /&gt;Depression&lt;br /&gt;Low self-esteem&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol or drug use&lt;br /&gt;Lack of sleep&lt;br /&gt;Medication&lt;br /&gt;Erectile Dysfunction, which used to be called impotence before the drug companies found out how much money could be made selling pills so they gave it a different name.&lt;br /&gt;Hormone Imbalance&lt;br /&gt;Menopause&lt;br /&gt;Health Conditions&lt;br /&gt;Relationship Problems&lt;br /&gt;Lack of Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one that caught my eye on the list is low self-esteem. The rest seemed logical. But the article says it is hard to feel sexy when your self-image is down or when you have an unhealthy body image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-7250636004350368254?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7250636004350368254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/06/in-mood.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/7250636004350368254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/7250636004350368254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/06/in-mood.html' title='In the Mood?'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-3037281167377680396</id><published>2011-06-28T21:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T22:04:06.107-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='empty nest syndrome'/><title type='text'>Sex Slave</title><content type='html'>Did that title get you to click on my blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was a sneaky way to get attention. This blog isn't really about being a sex slave. It is about the empty next syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sex slave bit was a reference to Finding Sara's blog (findingsara.wordpress.com) in which she was lamenting the onset of the empty nest syndrome and wondering what she would do and her husband jokingly (I think jokingly) said, "You can be my sex slave.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I commented that I thought she would enjoy the empty nest years and the privacy that comes with them. And the fact that it would likely lead to the grandchildren years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought I'd ask bloggers their thoughts on the empty nest syndrome. Have you experienced them yet? Are you looking forward to them? Or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, mothers never stop being mothers. I was home for a visit last week and I could only drag my 92-year-old mother out to a restaurant once. She insisted on cooking some of my favorite meals andsome of my favorite desserts when I should have been cooking for her. And I put on about five pounds. Once a mother, always a mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-3037281167377680396?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3037281167377680396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/06/sex-slave.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/3037281167377680396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/3037281167377680396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/06/sex-slave.html' title='Sex Slave'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-6554839766009174768</id><published>2011-06-26T19:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T19:33:14.804-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding cake'/><title type='text'>Wedding Cake Tradition</title><content type='html'>What do you think of the tradition of the bride and groom smashing wedding cake in each other's faces at the reception.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not a fan of the idea even though it seems to be popular but I find it interesting that there is a theory that there is a submissive quality to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;According to the book "Curious Customs'' via Dear Abby, it starts with the groom helping the bride's hand, a symbolic demonstration of male control. She accepts this gesture and, as a further proof of her submissiveness, performs the second step of the ritual, offering him the first bite of cake, the gustatory equivalent of her body, which he will have the right to "partake of''' later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the third step, the master-servant relationship is temporarily upset, as the bride mischievously pushes the cake into her new husband's face. Significantly, this act of revolt is performed in a childish fashion, and the groom is able to endure it without losing face because it ironically demonstrates his superiority: His bride is an imp needing supervision.''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bride then wipes the goo apologetically from his face. This brings the play back to the beginning as she is once again obedient to his wiser judgment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I doubt most couples who smash the cake see it as a submissive act but I thought it was an interesting theory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your thoughts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8200416918526393742-6554839766009174768?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6554839766009174768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/06/wedding-cake-tradition.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/6554839766009174768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/6554839766009174768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/06/wedding-cake-tradition.html' title='Wedding Cake Tradition'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-4276865350763733546</id><published>2011-06-25T21:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T21:30:51.353-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SlutWalk'/><title type='text'>SlutWalk</title><content type='html'>So what did you do on your vacation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a SlutWalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you've never heard of a SlutWalk, you can google the term. They walks started April 3 in Toronto after a police officer in Toronto said at a college forum, "Women should avoid dressing like sluts in order not to be victimized.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't long before the first SlutWalk was organized to protest the idea that how women dress should be a factor in being raped. They've now gone world wide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was visiting relatives on vacation when I saw that a SlutWalk was being held the next day downtown. We were down there visiting a museum so we checked out the walk. Most of the women weren't dressed provacatively, but they had a clever signs and T shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could remember them all, but some T-shits had the word MINE written on top with an arrow pointed down. Anther said My skirt is not a password to my vagina. Another said rape is caused by a) slutty clothing, b) global warming, c) rapists. The last word was checked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another said I am a slut, Don't rape me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another T-shirt had several things that mean NO, including "maybe'' and there were signs about consent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was a positive sign that young women were protesting being victimized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the word SlutWalk is designed to designed to draw attention. One organizer told the local paper that if they called it Women Against Rape, it wouldn't draw as much attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, they are certainly getting attention. In just three months, there are SlutWalks being held in cities around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-4276865350763733546?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4276865350763733546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/06/slutwalk.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/4276865350763733546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/4276865350763733546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/06/slutwalk.html' title='SlutWalk'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-2496151632704803773</id><published>2011-06-20T14:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T14:12:54.301-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marilyn'/><title type='text'>Economic problems?</title><content type='html'>You've probably heard we have economic problems these days.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet the dress Marilyn Monroe wore when she stood on the subway gate and it blew it up just sold for $4.6 million and $5.5 million with fees. Anybody who spends that much money for that dress obviously has too much money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you too young to remember the photo, just google it. The crazy thing is that by today's standards, it looks pretty tame. You can barely see a glimpse of her panties. But it was considered very sexy at the time and apparently Joe DiMaggio, who was married to her then, was upset about the scene from the movie, "The Seven-Year Itch.''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Interesting that there is no athlete today like Joe DiMaggio and no actress like Marilyn. Not sure why but can you imagine a song today with the line, "Where have you gone Derek Jeter?'' And Joe was upset about the song until it was explained to him that the line celebrated his iconic status.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wonder what the person who bought that dress is going to do with it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8200416918526393742-2496151632704803773?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2496151632704803773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/06/economic-problems.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/2496151632704803773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/2496151632704803773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/06/economic-problems.html' title='Economic problems?'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-4770318830285609383</id><published>2011-06-19T08:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T08:26:42.441-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad'/><title type='text'>Dad</title><content type='html'>I have posted lately about getting spanking paddles for the man in your life in Father's Day. But now that the day is here, I want to get serious.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to wish everybody happy Father's Day. And add a short tribute to my father. He was a wonderful dad. He wasn't the type who said "I love you,'' but he showed his love. So much so that my younger sisters (I was the cherished only son) said I was spoiled and referred to me as "The Prince.'' Hey, it's not bad to be the prince.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But my dad had one shortcoming. Like some men, he didn't like to go to see the doctor and so when he got prostate cancer, it wasn't diagnosed in time and he died of an illness that can be survived if diagnosed early enough. He was 77 so he still lived a good life but we could have had more time together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He died at home after being in a coma like state and when I got home from out of town, he wasn't able to acknowledge me, but he kind of stirred and died that afternoon. It was like he felt he could go now that I was there. Maybe it was just a coincidence. but it chokes me up just writing about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a result, I go for annual checkups and even had a biopsy a couple of years ago (it actually felt good with all that lube, LOL) and it was negative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my message to all the men reading this is to get annual checkups. They can cure many things if they are discovered early enough. And eat more fish and less red meat and drink less. Remember two drinks a day should be the max.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to the women reading this, if the man in your life doesn't go for annual physicals feel free to suggest to him (or even nag him) to read this post. He is risking spending time with you and the kids and grandkids if he doesn't see the doctor.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, enough of my lecturing. And, Dad, I still miss you even though you've been gone for over two decades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8200416918526393742-4770318830285609383?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4770318830285609383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/06/dad.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/4770318830285609383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/4770318830285609383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/06/dad.html' title='Dad'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-692194984457550549</id><published>2011-06-17T17:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T18:13:11.468-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iconic photo'/><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>One of the most famous pictures in the history of photography was taken on Aug. 11, 1945 of a sailor kissing a nurse in Times Square at the end of WW II. It was published in Life Magazine and immediately became an iconic photo.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sure many of you know what I am talking about and have that photo embedded in  your mind. If you don't, just google it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What makes me brings this up is that the faces of the two people were not easy to see and while many people have claimed to be the ones in photo, their identity is still a matter of dispute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flash forward to this week when another iconic photo was taken in Vancouver of what appears to be a couple making out on the street in the middle of a riot after the 7th game of the Stanley Cup Finals. In no time, with the help of the Internet, the two people in the photo were identified and interviewed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the photo wasn't what it seemed. It was not a moment of passion. The woman had been knocked to the ground by a police shield and was crying and the guy she was dating was consoling her and gave her a kiss just as the photographer snapped the photo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amazing that in this era of video, a photograph can still capture a lot of attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FD  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-692194984457550549?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/692194984457550549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/06/pictures.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/692194984457550549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/692194984457550549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/06/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-547936518762505848</id><published>2011-06-15T14:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T14:13:40.429-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rally Ball paddles'/><title type='text'>Rally Ball</title><content type='html'>Have you ever heard of Rally Ball?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hadn't until I was at the store today getting a new grip for my tennis racket and I spotted these Rally Ball paddles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just blogged about ping pong paddles, but these rally ball paddles were much bigger. Perfect for the spanko on Father's Day. Your cover story is that you are taking up rally ball. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-547936518762505848?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/547936518762505848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/06/rally-ball.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/547936518762505848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/547936518762505848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/06/rally-ball.html' title='Rally Ball'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-6035946251837676374</id><published>2011-06-14T20:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T20:25:52.882-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paddles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fathers Day'/><title type='text'>Father's Day</title><content type='html'>I love Father's Day. Not because I want anything but because I am not expected to do anything.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So all you spankos out there, what do you get the man in your life on Father's Day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I have just the thing for you. Do you know you can buy ping pong or table tennis paddles with the logo on your favorite NFL team on them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's the kind of paddle you can leave around the house and say it is just to recognize his favorite team. The non spankos in your life would never guess what it is really used for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now how can you beat that? (pun intended)!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-6035946251837676374?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6035946251837676374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/06/fathers-day.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/6035946251837676374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/6035946251837676374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/06/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-2886313045280052682</id><published>2011-06-09T10:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T10:42:36.238-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>This is a bit different from my usual posts but I direct you to a new blog.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://alicepyne.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://alicepyne.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is about a 15-year-old girl dying of cancer. Only three posts but such a positive attitude in the face of tragedy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's not asking for money or pity but just that you sign up on the bone marrow list and that you click to a link to say hello to other sick kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You might want to mention it on your blogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-2886313045280052682?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2886313045280052682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/06/inspiration.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/2886313045280052682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/2886313045280052682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/06/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-718098566862697054</id><published>2011-06-06T07:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T17:22:28.175-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='circumcision'/><title type='text'>Circumcision</title><content type='html'>For a long time, the majority of male babies in the U.S. have been routinely been circumcised. Of course, Jewish men have always been circumcised, but at some point it became more common in the general population.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now there is a controversy about the procedure, some saying that there is no medical for it while some studies have shown it reduces the risk of contracting sexually transmitted diseases and the possibility of passing on HIV to their women partners. Now parents have to decide whether they want a procedure that used to be routine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meanwhile, the city of San Francisco is going to put a measure on the ballot banning the practice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; So I thought I'd ask the readers if they have male children whether or not they had them circumcised or whether they've given any thought of what they will do if they have male children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And do our female readers think there is any difference in having sex with a circumcised male or an uncircumcised male and whether you have a preference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-718098566862697054?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/718098566862697054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/06/circumsion.html#comment-form' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/718098566862697054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/718098566862697054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/06/circumsion.html' title='Circumcision'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-1477919481421143124</id><published>2011-06-02T15:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T16:51:00.002-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skinny'/><title type='text'>Too thin?</title><content type='html'>If you go on the Internet, you will see pictures of LeAnn Rimes in a bikini on her honeymoon defending herself from fans who tell her she is too thin. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One said on Twitter, "Whoa, you're scary skinny! Sorry don't mean to offend but that's a lot of bones showing through skin.''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She replied those were abs not bones and she tweeted she ate Boston Dog's sliders and french fries at the airport. I guess she was trying to make the point she eats junk food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But if you look at the pictures, she looks like she needs a few good meals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are a regular reader, you know I think these skinny celebs and models can send a terrible message to young girls growing up who think they need be so thin that it is unhealthy. One of my favorite sayings is that Real Women have Curves. I love curvy women and think women should embrace their curves. If you look at the Reuben's paintings, you know that thin wasn't always in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, if you google the Rimes' pictures, I will be curious to hear your thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8200416918526393742-1477919481421143124?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1477919481421143124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/06/too-thin.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/1477919481421143124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/1477919481421143124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/06/too-thin.html' title='Too thin?'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-179645630533762364</id><published>2011-05-31T17:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T18:13:25.345-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='genderless baby'/><title type='text'>Genderless Baby</title><content type='html'>You may have heard about the Canadian couple who sent out birth announcements on the arrival of their baby but said they weren't revealing the sex of the baby at the present time. This resulted in the four-month old baby to be called the genderless baby and provoked a storm of controversy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now the mother of the baby has written a letter to a newspaper explaining their decision. They have two other kids and one of them is a five year old who likes "bright colors (especially pink) and lots of fabric (especially dresses). And he wanted to grow his hair.'' Meanwhile, the boy got pressure from his peer group to "act more like a boy.'' But she said the boy remained committed to his own style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when she became pregnant, the boy began asking questions about how the baby would be treated if the baby would like to wear pink one day (assuming the baby is a boy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they decided not to reveal the gender until the baby decides what gender the baby is. "Some day soon, Storm will have something to say about it, so in the meantime, I'm just listening carefully,'' the mother said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also the issue of men who like to wear women's clothes but don't consider themselves women. Sex can be so very complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't agree with the decision, but at least I can understand the reasoning now. It is true that kids who have the genitals of one sex but in their minds are the opposite sex can have a difficult time growing up. But I don't think this is the way to deal with it, especially if the baby turns out to be the same gender as the genitals and it turns out to be no issue at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-179645630533762364?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/179645630533762364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/05/genderless-baby.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/179645630533762364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/179645630533762364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/05/genderless-baby.html' title='Genderless Baby'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-3839159989185830727</id><published>2011-05-28T19:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T19:11:19.336-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bikinis'/><title type='text'>Bikinis</title><content type='html'>I saw a note recently that this is the 65th anniversary year of the bikini. I guess before that, women only wore one piece suits at the beach. How times change.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The founder of the two piece suit called it a bikini because America conducted its first nuclear tests near the Bikini Islands and he thought the new suit "would cause a similar explosion.''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find it interesting that while walking the beach, it seems most women under 40 wear bikinis and many of those over 40 prefer the one piece suit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've also seen two very pregnant women wearing bikinis recently -- or at least bikinis tops, one of them wore short shorts. I thought it was nice they were comfortable enough to wear them when they appeared to be due in a few weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I thought it was be interesting to ask our female readers if they like to wear bikinis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-3839159989185830727?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3839159989185830727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/05/bikinis.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/3839159989185830727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/3839159989185830727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/05/bikinis.html' title='Bikinis'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-5582536140799501056</id><published>2011-05-25T15:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T15:25:45.170-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love child'/><title type='text'>Staying</title><content type='html'>I'm fortunate to get so many interesting comments on my posts and I wanted to highlight one I got on my last "Stay or Leave'' post about how politicians' wives react when they get caught cheating and especially when they have a baby with the other woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doll wrote the following, "My mother adopted my father's love child. They are going to celebrate their golden wedding in July and my sister is the joy of both their lives. There were a couple of hard years for my mother as she looked judgmental people in the eye and then it became a non issue. She felt she had far too much investment in the relationship to walk away from it. Certainly that is worth thinking about as she has not spent the latter years of her life as a single woman on reduced income but as part of a couple in very comfortable circumstances.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her decision reminds me of the late Ann Landers, who used to write, "Are you better off with him or without him?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doll's mother decided she was better off with him. Doll didn't write how her life was impacted by all this, but her mother kept the family together. Too bad Doll doesn't seem to have a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how many women could have done the same thing,but it worked out for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-5582536140799501056?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5582536140799501056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/05/staying.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/5582536140799501056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/5582536140799501056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/05/staying.html' title='Staying'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-2342874526011605433</id><published>2011-05-17T20:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T20:31:16.125-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='staying or leaving'/><title type='text'>Stay or Leave</title><content type='html'>I find it interesting how politicians wives' react when their husbands are caught cheating on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, Hillary stayed and I think Elliott Spitzer's wife did too. John Edwards late wife left and so did Maria Shriver, the wife of Arnold Schwarzenegger, although why she married him in the first place, much less stayed 25 years, still baffles me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, both Edwards and Arnold had babies with their mistresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought the topic would be worth discussing. What would you do? What do you think of what they did? And is the husband having a baby with his mistress more of a deal breaker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-2342874526011605433?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2342874526011605433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/05/stay-or-leave.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/2342874526011605433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/2342874526011605433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/05/stay-or-leave.html' title='Stay or Leave'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-1653296290323269025</id><published>2011-05-08T07:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T07:44:34.874-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nudist resorts'/><title type='text'>Naked Resorts</title><content type='html'>The Wall St. Journal had a front page story last week on another problem with our economy -- naked resorts or colonies or camps. The staid Wall St. Journal is getting a bit more racy now that Rupert Murdoch is running it. Who knew there was a problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out young people aren't flocking to them because the older crowd dominates and the younger ones feel like it is a retirement place. And some of the older types aren't welcoming because they feel the younger ones are too raucous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprised the older types wouldn't welcome the young people. I know nudists say they like the freedom of not wearing clothes. I thought the point of looking at young naked chicks but then maybe I don't understand the nudist mindset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought I'd ask. Have any of you visited one of these places? Have you thought about it and just haven't done it. Or do you have no interest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-1653296290323269025?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1653296290323269025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/05/naked-resorts.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/1653296290323269025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/1653296290323269025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/05/naked-resorts.html' title='Naked Resorts'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-8516324066394747061</id><published>2011-04-30T08:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T08:39:31.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wedding</title><content type='html'>So what are your thoughts about the wedding? And I don't have to say which wedding. I thought the attention paid to it was a bit much -- especially in the U.S. -- but a lot of people watched. And what do our friends across the pond think. I hear there is an anti-royal faction, especially in the north, that isn't enthralled with the royals.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For their sake, I hope their marriage is better than some of the recent royal marriages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-8516324066394747061?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8516324066394747061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/04/wedding.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/8516324066394747061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/8516324066394747061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/04/wedding.html' title='The Wedding'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-6526925956039417322</id><published>2011-04-26T21:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T21:54:01.685-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter bonnets'/><title type='text'>Easter Bonnets</title><content type='html'>I'm a bit late writing this, but I noticed there was only one woman wearing an Easter bonnet at church on Easter and not one woman wearing a corsage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of interesting how times change. I even googled Easter bonnets and Wikipedia said in a more casual society, Easter bonnets are harder to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm curious on your thoughts. Does anybody out there miss wearing Easter bonnets or do you feel good riddance? And what about corsages? Are they only for weddings or do you miss them on Easter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice, though, to see women dress up on Easter because in this casual Florida society there aren't too many dress up occasions. And it's always nice to see women dressed to the nines. Or at least I think so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-6526925956039417322?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6526925956039417322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-bonnets.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/6526925956039417322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/6526925956039417322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-bonnets.html' title='Easter Bonnets'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-1174429075396834849</id><published>2011-04-13T14:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T15:02:45.733-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spankos'/><title type='text'>Spanking Purist</title><content type='html'>Erica of ericascottlls@blogspot.com calls herself a "spanko purist'' on her Fetlife page. Says she is not into BDSM per se and doesn't have a submissive personality but loves spankings and posts pictures to prove it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I thought that would be an interesting topic. How many of you just like spankings and are not into BDSM and don't have a submissive personality. Or do most of you spankos at least feel submissive?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you will share your feelings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Erica knows the films with spanking scenes as you can tell by checking out Ronnie's blog on ronniesoul.blogspot.com.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FD&lt;/div&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/8200416918526393742-1174429075396834849?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1174429075396834849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/04/spanking-purist.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/1174429075396834849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/1174429075396834849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/04/spanking-purist.html' title='Spanking Purist'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-1269956580745715433</id><published>2011-04-07T14:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T15:18:04.047-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleavage'/><title type='text'>Cleavage</title><content type='html'>In my last post about nipples, the majority of women who made comments gave a thumbs down to the idea of showing nipples through clothing. So what do you feel about cleavage? Do you like to show cleavage? Do you mind if other women do? And how much cleavage is appropriate? Did you see the clip of Eva Longoria on the David Letterman show where she had plunging cleavage and then a button popped? Made for good TV. Wikipedia says, "Many women use cleavage to enhance their sexual attractiveness. Some people (my insert, they are generally called men) derive erotic pleasure from seeing a woman's cleavage, some derive pleasure in their female partner exposing cleavage and some wowen wear low cut clothing for the pleasure of their partner.'' Anyway, so what are your thoughts on cleavage? FD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-1269956580745715433?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1269956580745715433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/04/cleavage.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/1269956580745715433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/1269956580745715433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/04/cleavage.html' title='Cleavage'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-8347594540590889293</id><published>2011-04-01T23:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T23:56:36.639-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nipples'/><title type='text'>Nipples</title><content type='html'>As the weather starts to warm up, women are starting to wear tops that show their nipples, which I must admit is a treat for me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I thought I'd ask the women who read here if they like to wear tops that show their nipples and if they like it when men check them out. Or if you don't like to show them and won't buy tops that do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you will share your thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-8347594540590889293?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8347594540590889293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/04/nipples.html#comment-form' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/8347594540590889293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/8347594540590889293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/04/nipples.html' title='Nipples'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-130242133919923093</id><published>2011-03-27T06:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T07:51:53.763-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>How Important Is Sex in Marriage</title><content type='html'>Can you have a great marriage without having great sex or even very good sex?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pose this question because of a blog post a couple of months ago (sometimes I put things on the back burner) by Cliveskink on cliveskink.blogspot.com.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was responding to a post on thesubmissivebf.blogspot.com about a radio pesonality who always talks about how he very rarely has sex with his wife. (Can't imagine a guy saying that on the radio). She posted, "What kind of marriage is it if you are afraid of upsetting your wife if you ask for sex, why would you stay together?''  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cliveskink said his wife is devoutly religious, was a virgin when they met over 30 years ago and they did not have intercourse until they got married. Their sex is very vanilla most of the time although he said they have had moments of hot sex that are few and far between. He said she has a low libido and added, "I am not sure how her low libido derives from her conservative upbringing or her hormonal imbalance or my ineptitude. I suspect a little of each.''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But he writes, "A wonderful marriage doesn't necessarily need common views on sex and we are living proof! Yes, I find it very frustrating sometimes but, I will always be hers and she mine. We love each other as much, in fact more than we did 30 years ago. We are soul mates, best buddies, partners in everything. We hug, we snuggle, we kiss and we adore each other. And I find Mrs. Clive incredibly sexy and hot -- indeed I still believe she is the sexiest and hottest lady in the world!''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He added, "The only area where we differ is our sexuality or 'kinkiness.' And it is something that I find very difficult to talk to Mrs. Clive about! -- As it always ends upsetting her. She feels guilty that she is not able to give me kinky sex, she feels inadequate, and she becomes tearful. The last thing I want is to cause her sadness, to upset her. So I kiss her tears away and keep silent. She would be devastated if she knew about this blog.''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, she seems to show a great marriage doesn't have to include great sex. I am curious what you thoughts are on the subject. Please share them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FD&lt;/div&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/8200416918526393742-130242133919923093?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/130242133919923093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/03/how-important-is-sex-in-marriage.html#comment-form' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/130242133919923093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/130242133919923093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/03/how-important-is-sex-in-marriage.html' title='How Important Is Sex in Marriage'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-2448428554206094718</id><published>2011-03-22T22:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T22:47:52.460-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart attack risk'/><title type='text'>Sex Increases Heart Attack Risk</title><content type='html'>Now there's a headline to catch your eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health.com reported that according to an analysis by the Journal of the AMA, exercising or having sex just about triples a person's risk of heart attack in the hours immediately afteward especially if a person does those activities infrequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. So the next time the wife says she has a headache, the right answer is you need frequent sex to avoid a heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then the fine print says the triple increase is from one in a million to three in a million. Now Nelson Rockefeller did die of a heart attack while having sex with his mistress (maybe more stressful than sex with your wife) but when you're talking about three in a million, the study doesn't seem to be worth much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, it was an eye-catching headline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-2448428554206094718?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2448428554206094718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/03/sex-increases-heart-attack-risk.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/2448428554206094718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/2448428554206094718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/03/sex-increases-heart-attack-risk.html' title='Sex Increases Heart Attack Risk'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-2788861073701438323</id><published>2011-03-21T23:36:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T00:49:51.775-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='King&apos;s Speech'/><title type='text'>The King's Speech</title><content type='html'>I have to admit I was somewhat skeptical of a movie about a king who stammers even though it won the Academy Award. But I was blown away with how good the movie was. I recommend "The King's Speech'' very highly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the reason I am writing the post is because of the subplot about how he became King George VI when his brother gave up the throne for the woman he loved -- Wallis Simpson. She was twice divorced so he wasn't allow to marry her because he was the head of the Church of England. Henry VIII would have just started a new religion, but times had changed so he gave up the throne rather than give her up or have her only as his mistress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been speculation and many rumors that they had some kind of a D/s relationship or were kinky in some way. At the very least, she was very domineering. The movie hints at it in one scene when Simpson taps her wine glass and the King goes to the wine cellar to find the wine she wants instead of sending the butler to do it. His official biographer called him "slavishly dependent'' on her. Now that could have many meanings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we will never know, but kind of interesting to speculate. The Kinky King does have a ring to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-2788861073701438323?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2788861073701438323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/03/kings-speech.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/2788861073701438323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/2788861073701438323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/03/kings-speech.html' title='The King&apos;s Speech'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-5103965103553656668</id><published>2011-03-19T00:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T01:41:57.772-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='porn stars'/><title type='text'>Life After Porn</title><content type='html'>I often wonder how women who were once in porn movies feel when they grow older. Do they regret it? Do they tell people they once did it? Are they proud of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there was a recent case in St. Louis where a school teacher quit her job after a student quizzed her about her porn past. This was the second time.  It happened to her five years ago in Kentucky when she was suspended.  At that time she made several media appearances including on Dr. Phil and then changed her name to resume her career in a new state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since appearing in porn films isn't illegal, I feel she should be allowed to teach, but I guess teaching tends to be a sensitive job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the thing about porn stars -- do you notice they are always called stars -- is that they are like athletes. They have short careers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And fair or not, I guess some of them have trouble living down their past even if it legal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or as Faulkner once wrote, the past isn't dead. It's not even past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-5103965103553656668?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5103965103553656668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/03/life-after-porn.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/5103965103553656668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/5103965103553656668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/03/life-after-porn.html' title='Life After Porn'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-6966940298675248046</id><published>2011-03-06T16:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T17:12:17.182-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SI swimsuit'/><title type='text'>SI Swimsuit Issue</title><content type='html'>As you may or may not now, the annual SI swimsuit issue came out in February. It is now so successful that it was once a feature in the magazine and is now a whole issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like most males, I love to look at pictures of sexy women although the airbrushed quality of the photos make them somewhat unrealistic. But in this day and age when you could spend your whole day looking at pictures of sexy women on the Internet (not that I would do that LOL), I am curious why the swimsuit issue remains so popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One theory is that SI remans a respectable magazine to have in the house, especially since it often arrives in the mail.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I would think the whole concept is obsolete as a time when many traditional men's magazines that show a lot more (after all the women in SI are wearing bathing suits, more or less) are losing circulation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this only interests me but I think it is an interesting topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-6966940298675248046?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6966940298675248046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/03/si-swimsuit-issue.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/6966940298675248046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/6966940298675248046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/03/si-swimsuit-issue.html' title='SI Swimsuit Issue'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200416918526393742.post-4842460145259638586</id><published>2011-03-03T22:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T22:37:43.431-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex dreams'/><title type='text'>Sex Dreams</title><content type='html'>A colleague of mine told me that he had a dream the other night that he had Miley Cyrus naked on the kitchen floor (of all places) and was getting ready to have sex with her when his mother, who has been dead for a decade, popped up and said, "You're not going to do that, are you?'' And he woke up and the dream was ruined. My first thought was, oh a blog idea. Couldn't tell him that though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't think I've ever asked about sex dreams so I thought it would be a good idea. Do you want to share you best sex dreams? And how often do you have sex dreams? Are they the same ones or different ones? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope we get some good replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200416918526393742-4842460145259638586?l=floridadomscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4842460145259638586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/03/sex-dreams.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/4842460145259638586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200416918526393742/posts/default/4842460145259638586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridadomscorner.blogspot.com/2011/03/sex-dreams.html' title='Sex Dreams'/><author><name>Florida Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785387941624829985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKCYpRN7SdE/SozlXsFtN6I/AAAAAAAAABw/iymUSHTizo0/S220/tennisne1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry></feed>
