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Musings from the Open Range
 
Reflections & Observations on Life, Sexual Appetites, and Discrete Adventures (OK usually they're mis-adventures) in the wilds of Northern California.
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What I am looking for .... Private Mailbox for personal messages
Veröffentlicht:14. September 2013, 6:49 Uhr
Zuletzt aktualisiert:29. Dezember 2021, 4:43 Uhr
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This is an excerpt from my Profile that gives a detailed explanation of Why I am here and What I am looking for. Additionally, this post serves as a Private Mailbox allow Standard Members initiate contact.

I hope this information provides a way for you to learn more about me and provide some insight as to Who I am.

If you want to get an idea as to where my mind wanders and what makes tick, you can read My Blog - Musings from the Open Range.

Wait - Ur already doing that - LOL

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So much has changed since I first stumbled across TSdates.com - not just with me, but with the website as well - Do not get started about the Website !.!

I have no idea where things are for right now relationship wise. Everything seems to be in a state of flux. I guess I am here to occasionally write, read the Blogs of some online friends whom I have come relish knowing very much and see what transpires.

For those who are bound ask - Yes I am still married. However, I have no idea what may lie ahead with that aspect of my life. Living alone totally sucks.

With that said, I still feel a need to be discrete. I have always tried to keep a low profile online life, and will continue to exercise discretion.

You could describe me as a country boy who recently cracked the Big 5 - 0. I stand about 5 ft. 10 in. tall, with short brownish-gray hair (Do they still use Salt and Pepper?). I have brown eyes with greenish highlights, a handle-bar mustache, and a rather stocky build - including very wide shoulders, and a broad hairy chest.

I do not want to change my life - just perhaps fill in the empty spots.

I may live in the town I grew-up in - but I have literally been around world while in the military. I chose to return to my home town after receiving an excellent education at both the school of hard knocks and a good University - Not because I had to, but because I wanted to !.!

At times I feel like I was born a century to late - I tip my hat and open doors for women not as some sort of come one - but because I was raised that way and enjoy letting a woman know that I respect and appreciate her.

I appreciate the outdoors, I like to dance, cook, and enjoy the companionship of a woman.

I am creative and have a vivid imagination - just read what I have written on my Blog.

I have been told that I have a good face, am easy on the eyes, and I am quite kissable. Which, by the way, I love to kiss. I also have a wicked good sense of humor that is tainted with just enough of a dirty mind to keep things interesting.

I am just here to have fun and spend time with a charismatic, confident, sexy woman.

So if you have read this far - drop me a note and start a conversation and we can see where it leads.

Perhaps we will find some commonality and we can talk with each other about our desires, our curiosities, our fantasies ?.?

So, leave me a private note on My Blog ~ What is it going hurt ?? It is just a conversation - Right ??

This Post also serves as a Private Mailbox for Standard Members (or any Member for that matter) who would like to leave a private message.

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Orientation: Straight
Marital Status: Separated but Married
Height: 5 ft. 10 in.
Body Type: A little extra padding
Smoking: I am a non-smoker
Drinking: I am a light/social drinker
Drugs: I do not use Drugs
Education: Some graduate school
Race: Caucasian
Speaks: English
Hair Color: Salt and Pepper Brown
Hair Length: Short
Eye Color: Brown with Greenish highlights.
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Go West Woman, Go West - Part 5
Veröffentlicht:17. Dezember 2021, 16:43 Uhr
Zuletzt aktualisiert:13. Januar 2022, 11:34 Uhr
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Part 5 of the Series

Go West Woman, Go West is loosely paraphrased from the famous statement made by Horace Greely - Go West Man! Go West in an Editorial in the New York Tribune in the 1865.

The remainder of this installment is posted in the comments to preserve the formatting.

Please be sure to stop back Part 6.

I hope you enjoy the story.

Thursday - Day Five

The day began early just like the others, with the pack of dogs scouting ahead they rode south-west into a new day to resume the gather. The terrain here different. The timber larger and the swales of the mountains a more rugged, but they hid incredibly lush meadows and alpine lakes in which trout occasionally broke the surface of the water while catching their breakfast.

The dogs trotted ahead of the horses, disappearing occasionally, and returning to the melodious clang of cowbells. The dogs started every cow they came across in the general direction of the cow camp and then returned to join them on their south-westerly course. They had ridden for a few hours, arriving at a prominent, almost sheer wall of rock that jutted from the plateau.

He reined up and turned his horse to face her saying, while he pointed, “This ridge is a natural barrier and the edge of my allotment. Rarely, if ever, have the cattle drifted over this and down into the river canyon beyond.” He continued, “What I’d like to do is split up with you riding back in the rough direction we came from, and I’ll stay to the West in the rougher ground to find any critters playing hide-and-seek and push any stragglers along.” He paused, allowing her to take in what he said and finished with a, “What do you think?”

She swallowed hard, pushing down the bit of nervousness rising from the pit of her stomach. Remembering the point of this entire adventure about being out of her element, she said, “I’ll do my best.”

He rode up close to her, their horse’s side by side and facing head to tail, so close their legs brushed together. He took her left hand in his and said, “I know you will. I’ve been watching you and not just because I like to look - which I do, believe me I do!”

He smiled broadly at her and with a pride in his voice said, “You’ve become quite the cowgirl this week and I believe you will do fine. I you to keep Allie and Clancy with you. Let Lady set her pace and you should be back to camp before noon. Keep heading to the North. If anything goes wrong - just stay where you are, and I will come and find you.”

She shook her head yes and met his eyes with a tentative smile and said, “OK … But which way is North?”

He laughed softly, their left hands still clasped together, he used his right to remove his hat and leaned under the brim of her new Stetson for a tender kiss.

With his face still close to hers and deep into her beautiful hazel eyes, he softly said, “That for courage. I have faith in you. You’re better at this than you thin Look at your watch, if it’s before noon, keep the sun on your right shoulder and you’ll be alright. If you’re not at the camp before noon, or I get there before you, I will come for you as fast as my horse can carry me.”
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Go West Woman, Go West - Part 4
Veröffentlicht:10. Dezember 2021, 15:03 Uhr
Zuletzt aktualisiert:10. Dezember 2021, 15:54 Uhr
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Part 4 of the Series

Go West Woman, Go West is loosely paraphrased from the famous statement made by Horace Greely - Go West Man! Go West in an Editorial in the New York Tribune in the 1865.

The remainder of this installment is posted in the comments to preserve the formatting.

Please be sure to stop back Part 5.

I hope you enjoy the story.

Wednesday - Day Four

It was early, earlier than they had awoke so far this week. He sat on the edge of the bed as he grabbed her hand and pulled her down to him for a long, slow kiss when she returned to the room. When that urge was satiated, he slid a hand down to caress her firm and shapely bottom

She giggled and made a comment about how unsexy it must have been to have watched her march off to perform her morning ablutions.

He shook his head and said it was the - Most beautiful moon I have even seen!

An effortless and gorgeous smile swept across her face, and he pulled her in for another kiss. He pulled her closer and into his lap on the bed, nuzzled her neck, and attempted unsuccessfully to reposition himself in a way that did not involve her warm, soft skin touching his cock.

She sighed, and amusement crept into her eyes as she wiggled herself around to reinitiate contact against his cock that was starting to harden with every beat of his heart.

He slipped his hands into her hair, holding her head captive and kissed her. She pulled away and gently sucked on his lower lip; he let out a breathy sigh as she slid her hand down his chest to wrap her fingers around the shaft of his now very erect cock.

He slipped left hand from her hair, down over her shoulder, to trail his fingers over the curve of her right breast. Her breath hitched, causing her grip to tighten on him, as his thumb brushed her nipple, and his hand encompassed her breast. He made lazy circles around her nipple that rapidly hardened his attention.

She looked at him and seductively licked her lips as she moved her hand up and down on him like she could read his mind. - Do You like that? she coquettishly asked. He could only answer with a groan - obviously he liked it.

She had amazing hands, they knew exactly how and where touch him maximum effect. However, two could play at that game, as he bent into her and nuzzled her neck, he slipped his hand down her belly and between her legs where he ran his finger up and down her slick folds.

She gasped and he chuckled - Do you like that? he asked. She moaned.

He dipped his finger into her wetness - Is that a, yes? he teased.

She turned her head to his shoulder, grazed her teeth along his skin, gently nipped and moved upwards towards the nape of his neck - YES !.!

She panted breathlessly into his ear as she nibbled on his earlobe, generating an almost bearlike growl, deep from within his chest. She released her grip on him and lost all interest in manipulating his cock as she set herself adrift in the pleasure he generated inside her.

He rewarded her by sliding his index and middle fingers even deeper into her, pressing the palm of his hand against her clit at the same time. She wiggled against his palm and said - Yes, Right there ! Just like that ! as he circled his palm against her and made curling motions with his fingers.

See comments the remainder of the Post
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Go West Woman, Go West - Part 3
Veröffentlicht:7. Dezember 2021, 16:28 Uhr
Zuletzt aktualisiert:7. Dezember 2021, 18:41 Uhr
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Part 3 of the Series.

"Go West Woman, Go West"; is loosely paraphrased from the famous statement made by Horace Greely - "Go West Young Man! Go West"; in an Editorial in the New York Tribune in the 1865.

The remainder of this installment is posted in the comments to preserve the formatting.

Please be sure stop back Part 4.

I hope you enjoy the story.

Tuesday - Day Three

The day began just like the preceding had, except he greeted her good morning with a kiss on the forehead and nibble on the ear before he wafted a cup of chocolate beneath her nose. She woke with a sleepy smile, accepted the proffered mug, and rose to meet the day as the smell of breakfast cooking drifted out from the cabin.

After finishing their meal, he saddled the horses, and they once again rode into the nascent daylight, this time to the east, searching for more cattle to add to the herd at camp. The paused now and then to listen and correct their course guided by the occasional clanging of a bell. The morning passed swiftly, and she found herself looking forward to returning to camp and enjoying another wonderful ‘nap,’ and curious as to what might be in store today for them today … …

She leaned down and kissed him, their tongues danced with one another, and she could feel him begin to thicken and fill in her hand. This spurred her on even further and their exchange became more passionate. She arched her chest toward him and grazed her nipples across his chest. She shifted herself until she was perfectly positioned for him to kiss her breasts, which he did with a fevered intensity.

He reached out and found her ass with his hands and pulled her closer to him, bringing her breasts into his hungry mouth. His tongue circled around her right areola, swiping across the nipple, then he traced a line with his tongue over to the left, granting the same attention to its’ anxious twin. He sucked, nibbled, swirled, and flicked her nipples with his tongue while his moustache tickled and played with the sensitive flesh on her areolas.

He ran his hands up her sides and roamed all over her body, running up to cradle the back of her neck and run his fingers through her hair. As she lay sprawled atop him, his hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts in his hands and guiding one then the other into his hungry mouth while she continued to stroke his cock, bringing him to an almost steel-like hardness.
Their moans of pleasure were nearly synchronized as they worked each other into a near frenzied state of arousal. She shifted her body to straddle him, keeping her breasts near his insistent and skillful mouth. She could feel him pressing between her thighs as she shifted herself, felt the head of his shaft begin to part her wet and waiting folds, her body practically begging her to bring him closer and into her delicate crevice.

She slid him along the outside of herself until she felt the bulbous head of his cock bump against her swollen clit, sharing her slick wetness with his thick, veiny shaft set off a shiver of pleasure that radiated from her middle throughout her entire body. She guided him back down her slit, raising herself slightly until she felt him pressing at her opening.
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Go West Woman, Go West - Part 2
Veröffentlicht:5. Dezember 2021, 8:43 Uhr
Zuletzt aktualisiert:7. Dezember 2021, 18:53 Uhr
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Part 2 of the Series.

"Go West Woman, Go West"; is loosely paraphrased from the famous statement made by Horace Greely - "Go West Man! Go West"; in an Editorial in the New York Tribune in the 1865.

The remainder of this installment is posted in the comments to preserve the formatting.

Please be sure to stop back for Part 3.

I hope you enjoy the story.

Monday - Day Two

Morning did indeed come early, and she woke to the smells of baking biscuits and frying bacon emanating from the cabin. She looked and noticed his bed was already empty and his bedroll secured. He approached with a wide grin, handed her a cup of rich hot chocolate as she wiped the sleep from her eyes. He greeted her with, "Good Morning, Now come on sunshine, We're burning daylight."€

"Daylight? The sun's not even up yet," she said glancing at her watch, "And, and ... it's not even 5:00 yet."

"That's right, We are already running late," he said.

She took the first sip of her chocolate and immediately recognized the taste of Belgian dark bittersweet by Jacques Torres, "How did you know and Where on earth did you find this?" she asked with surprise in her voice.

He answered with a sly smile, }I have my secrets and this little thing called Amazon. They deliver, even out here in the sticks. Now come along babe, We have a big day ahead."

She quickly dressed into sweatpants and a hoodie while the brisk morning air nipped at her exposed skin. They ate their breakfast with little conversation inside the cabin.

After they finished eating and as he cleaned up the kitchen; she started to reach for her cosmetics bag, when she heard him say, "I'll go get the horses ready while you get changed into what you're going to ride in today. Don't bother with all that stuff," he said nodding towards her cosmetics bag, "Don't worry your horse will never notice; besides, I already think you're beautiful."

Speaking of horses, she had not ridden a horse since that visit to a distant cousin who lived in the country, when she was 12. She was hesitant - not quite afraid of horses; but, not sure enough of herself as a rider to have some serious apprehension building inside her.

The evening before, while he cleaned up after their meal, she had wandered over to the picketed horses. She fed them pieces of an apple attempting to make friends. She hoped whichever one she would be riding would take a little pity on her and play nice.

He had saddled her horse for her and was waiting outside the cabin with them when she emerged. He shook his head and grinned when he saw that she was wearing blue jeans with English Riding Boots that looked freshly delivered by Amazon. She pulled her purple and gray ball cap tighter on her head as he cupped his hands together to boost her into the saddle.

As he adjusted the stirrups to fit her, his hands could feel the firmness of her legs that had been toned while riding her bicycle through the paths and parks near her home. When finished, he placed his hand on her thigh; looked up at her, directly into her eyes - his gaze intense and said, "I'm jealous." She crinkled her cute little nose as she tried to understand his statement. He said again, "I'm jealous, that these beautiful legs will be wrapped around this saddle all day and not me."

She took a deep breath, tried to hide the wave of heat that rapidly spreading from her loins through the rest of her body and before she could issue a very sexually innuendo laden reply he shifted his gaze from her to the horse and said, "This is Lady. She's very gentle and pretty easy to operate, Gently move the reins to the right to go right, Gently move the reins to the left to go left, Pull the reins back to stop, Relax the reins and give a gentle squeeze with your thighs to go forward. Got it?"€

"OK, I think," she said with all the boldness she could muster.
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My Latest Composition - Go West Woman, Go West
Veröffentlicht:4. Dezember 2021, 10:38 Uhr
Zuletzt aktualisiert:10. Dezember 2021, 15:43 Uhr
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I put together a piece of entertainment. This will be issued as a serial and consist of seven eight parts. Hopefully, the blog gremlins will not eat many words and make it unintelligible. I think I got all the bugs out - Why does this thing hate quotation marks and proper punctuation so much ?.?

The remainder of the story is posted in the comments to try and preserve the formatting.

Be sure to stop back for Part 2

I hope you enjoy it.

This piece is title "Go West Woman, Go West"

"Go West Woman, Go West" is loosely paraphrased from the famous statement made by Horace Greely - "Go West Man! Go West" in an Editorial in the New York Tribune in the 1865.

Prologue

They had bandied the idea of her coming West back and forth dozens of times always dancing around the sexual tension and unknown expectations roiling beneath the surface of their online relationship. Their lives were a picture of contrasts …

She - a sexually liberated, suburban, eastern seaboard, cosmopolitan, career woman

He - a rural, town, blue jeans and cowboy boot wearing, wide-open western skies, cattleman, who makes a living on the back of a horse while living off the land

… with lives whose paths seemingly would never cross.

That was until he dared her to travel West to ride along during the fall gathering and embrace the cowgirl he knew was hidden inside. On a lark she accepted, without a clue as to why, how, and what lay ahead of her in this fantasy disguised as an adventure.

She could always change her mind she told herself as the day approached. Yet whatever reason, hidden desire, a year in COVID lock-down, some mysterious unmet need, insatiable curiosity; she found herself on the way the airport wing her way West. One thing she did know was this was a trip about being out of her element, being fearless, and experiencing things that she never ... ever imagined would be a part of her life.
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I know ... I know ... I've been MIA for a very long time ... ...
Veröffentlicht:2. Oktober 2016, 19:12 Uhr
Zuletzt aktualisiert:4. November 2021, 0:43 Uhr
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OK ... ... I know I've been remiss in keeping the Blog up to date - but life happens and as writing is a creative process it does take time and a certain mindset to flow from the recesses of my feeble mind, to the keyboard, across the ether, to the pixels on your screen.

A blogging friend posted a PSA about October being Breast Cancer Awareness Month and I couldn't resist to have a little fun and bring some levity to a serious issue.

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** This is an Official Public Service Announcement **

I honor of Breast Cancer Awareness Month - I am offering a free breast exam to every lady within 250 miles of my location ... ...

I assure all prospective examinees, that this is offered in the spirit of public service and solely as a means of continuing to serve my nation ... ...

I look forward to ... ... feeling ... I mean seeing ... No, I mean servicing ... Damn, I mean serving you in the very near future.

Contact me at your earliest convenience to arrange your examination. Additionally, Select participants will be entitled to receive my exclusive total body examination. Be sure to mention this ad when you contact me to schedule our encounter ... I mean adventure ... Damn, I mean visit.

Be sure to contact me right away as time is limited and the demand is heavy ... ... Just remember ladies - while waiting in line ... Please don't push, shove, or seriously assault anyone - there is plenty of the Bull to go around for everyone !.!.!

Note: Minor cat fights are appreciated - hair pulling and skirmishes resulting in wardrobe malfunctions will be moved to the head of the line for immediate servicing ... Oopps, I mean attention !.!.!

This note was written with my tongue firmly embedded in my cheek and with every pun intended whether it was perceived as humorous or not !.!.!

From the foothills of the lightly, snow dusted, Sierra Nevada Mountains,

Range Bull
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Happy Thanksgiving !.!.!
Veröffentlicht:25. November 2015, 17:04 Uhr
Zuletzt aktualisiert:18. Februar 2016, 16:28 Uhr
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I would like to take a few moments and wish each and every one of you a very Happy Thanksgiving.

For me, Thanksgiving is the kick-off to the entire Holiday Season !.!.! Growing up on a ranch after the flurry of activity to prepare for the coming Winter - Thanksgiving is a slight pause to catch your breath and secure your final preparations for the long nights ahead.

With rural life, You quickly learn how the weather so greatly affects crops, livestock, and based on that humanity as a whole. Being close to the land and the animals you realize how we may be one or two bad situations from disease, famine, financial difficulty - this is compounded when the vibrant leaves are torn from their limbs, the air is crisp and clean; and, the bitter chill you feel as each new day breaks while feeding the livestock announces that Winter is coming - OMG ... I just used a 'Game of Thrones' reference and didn't realize it until I was proofreading ... ... LOL !.!.!

However, Thanksgiving is a lifeline, a reminder to keep the faith, to hold onto hope --
(I wish I could find Hope again - She was a fabulous lover ... She did this little thing with her ... ... Ohhh sorry I was distracted for a moment ... LOL !.!.!)

OK - I'll try this again ... ...

However, Thanksgiving is a lifeline, a reminder to keep the faith, to hold onto hope --
Of Family and the love that is shared - even when We disagree,
Of One's inner strength to persevere the depths of Winter - because Spring will eventually come and We can endure more than We believe,
Of the Blessings We have - even though We don't always see them,
Of the hours of self-reflection during the short days and long nights - when We see who We really are,
Of Charity and Benevolence - to offer a hand-up and not a hand-out to those less fortunate than Us,
Of the Bounty of Our Labors - as We have raised, grown, or preserved most of what is on Our table.
Of the Traditions We honor and respect - to pay courtesy to those who have gone before Us,

Lastly, and Most Importantly - gratitude to the higher-power We each acknowledge in Our own unique way for guidance and faith.

I wish each and every person who reads this a Happy and Reflective Thanksgiving (Yes - I know those above 49 Deg. N. Lat. Celebrate Thanksgiving in October !.!)

Ohh ... a reminder ... Christmas is 30 days away ... ... LOL !.!

RangeBull
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Memories and What-Not's ... ...
Veröffentlicht:24. November 2015, 14:03 Uhr
Zuletzt aktualisiert:28. November 2015, 16:40 Uhr
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As with many of my trains of thought ... once the spigot gets opened I tend to develop a flowing conversation from what was supposed to be a short post. I posted this on a Blog I frequent and after reflection was curious to see what other's thoughts may be on the things raised like --

Work Life Balance - Whatever that is ...
Raising Children - Yes, They are pay-back for your 'youthful indiscretions,' because Karma is a Bitch ... ... I know I've met her - She really is !.!.! LOL !.!
Making Ends Meet - I had a choice when born to be beautiful or filthy rich ... ... I did not 'choose wisely ... ...' LOL !.!

What thoughts have you - I'd love to know ... ... As always them names have been changed to protect the innocent ... ...

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First - Hearty congrats on the new arrival ... I loved the Monty Python quip !.!

I soooo understand the issues you have at hand trying to balance work, family, marriage, and self ... ... OK - I didn't birth no baby ... but I can empathize right ?.?

With respect to the dangling question ... ... If the weather is appropriate I shoot things. A day or at least an afternoon on the trap range blasting clay disks into oblivion is therapeutic and very cleansing for me. I do understand it's not for everyone.

I also tend to read in the winter evenings - esp when 4:30 in the afternoon is zero-dark-thirty ... I can only image how much longer the nights feel in the Twin Cities.

I will concede that my kids are much older than yours now -- My #1 just turned 19, #2 will be 18 before long. They were nearly 'Irish Twins' ... that's not so good for the descendants of Scots' ... !.! LOL !.! All the 'crap' you feel now will be replaced with other 'crap' like sports teams, x-tra curricular stuff, helping with homework, driving lessons, the list could go on ... ... in the end it's all good 'crap' - I promise !.!

However, when mine were small -- Like yours ... I was running the family ranch and the early evenings were family time and the kids were on a pretty regimented schedule back then. Supper was by 6pm, Playtime with Dad till 7, Baths ... Story Time ... and they were off and into bed before 8pm or so ... ...

I have to say that writing this has made me slightly nostalgic. I really miss the 'Playtime with Dad' and the baths. Mrs. recently started a using a shampoo with lavender like we used on the boys and I had a rush of memories. Isn't it weird how smells and noises can trigger memories ?.?.?

I'm sure you have heard this all before; but, it is so damn true - Hold onto every moment you can with your kids at this age. All the other 'crap' in life is transitory and the details will be forgotten. The memories with the kids will bolster you, cheer you, and refresh you - because they are why we deal with the 'crap' ... ... and that never changes !.!

OMG - I just read this back thru and I sound like I've been taking estrogen pills ... ... LOL !.! All kidding aside with respect to the demands of life right now - '... this too shall pass.'

I hope that helps,

RangeBull
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Struck by the Muse ... ...
Veröffentlicht:12. November 2015, 16:01 Uhr
Zuletzt aktualisiert:8. Dezember 2021, 8:41 Uhr
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I am not sure how and why this particular muse struck me - but it did ... ... So here is an attempt to deliver on a promise to return to the roots of the Blog so to speak ...

I trust that all is well with everyone who reads this ... ... as this is my first attempt at pure fiction I'm a little anxious to hit the "ADD" button. I hope this is something everyone enjoys ... ... Please provide feedback so I know if I'm on the right track ... or should I say ... 'In the right hole ...' so to speak !.!

LOL !.!.!

He was watching you from afar most of the night ... Your eyes locked onto his a few times and you felt a flush and a faint stirring that you had not experienced in quite some time. The newly constructed Indian Casino was rather crowded for the wee hours of a brand new Tuesday morning. Nonetheless, you felt someone bump against you at the card table ... it seemed harmless ... except for the bulging groin pressed against the small of your back. It seemed to be a harmless collision in a crowd -- or was it ?.? A deep, outdoorsy, slightly southern voice quickly said, "Excuse me Mam ..."

It was vaguely arousing - the very masculine voice and thought of a strange man's semi-erect cock pressing against you caused that flushed feeling to return ... this time it was followed with a longing to feel more ... a longing to be taken - not too rough; but, taken none the less. It was a desire that had been building for a long time ... desire for what the single kids called 'getting some strange ...'

You were preoccupied with a desire to find sexual release as called it a night and headed to the parking garage. You exited the elevator at the correct level and the crisp, cool, night air hit you and quickly cut through the light-weight silk top you were wearing ... Your nipples immediately engorged and continued to harden as the silky fabric brushed against them as you walked to your vehicle.

You were distracted as you rustled in your handbag for your keys and didn't notice the shadow near the adjacent car. You found your keys and slid the correct one into the lock when a strong hand grasped your shoulder and pushed you against the door while the other quickly lifted your skirt ... and a skilled hand began to caress the firm, creamy flesh of your ass.

Fear shot through you like a lightning bolt and before you could scream a vaguely familiar deep, outdoorsy, slightly southern voice said, "Don't be scared ... I know what you want ... I know what you need ... I know what little sluts like you need ... I know you felt me and I know you want it too ..."

You felt your G-String pulled aside and a skilled hand spread your butt cheeks apart and skillfully move up and down ... as You began to feel the fire of lust burn inside you ...

His fingers moved up and down ... probing your wet slit ... spreading your pussy lips apart ... ... gliding smoothly coating them with your silky wetness. It felt good ... intense, forbidden yet - so damn good as your spread your legs apart inviting further exploration. The invitation was accepted as you felt his fingers circle your tightly puckered ass ... as a few fingers slick with your essence probed the opening of your back-door.

Lost in the intensity of the moment and the need to be fucked -- Your fears evaporated ... only to be replaced by the need to feel a cock in your ass ... to enjoy the fullness ... for your sensitive asshole to feel the powerful thrust of the veiny shaft a fat cock slide in and out of your tight little bumm ... ...to feel his release - every muscle in his body clenching - followed by the animalistic, primal groan as his cock throbbed and pulsed a big load of cumm deep inside you ... ...

The pressure on your shoulder ceased ... the hand on your ass was gone the fullness in your ass had withdrawn ... ... You turned the key and the engine roared to life as you realized that it was a good thing you had opted for the leather seats, as your pussy was a sopping little mess. Your mind began to focus as the post-orgasmic haze cleared away and you wondered whether the last 5 minutes had been real or imagined.

It was then that you noticed the magic bullet on the seat between your legs. Suddenly clarity struck and you recalled having secreted away 'Mommy's Little Helper,' in the center console so long ago. You must have finally given into the lust that had been building in you for months ... ...

As you buckled your seatbelt and shifted the car into reverse you couldn't help but wonder why your ass had that 'hurt-so-good' feel if it had all been imagined while you masturbated ?.?.?
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Christmas before Veterans Day ... ?.?.?
Veröffentlicht:3. November 2015, 12:05 Uhr
Zuletzt aktualisiert:11. November 2015, 13:31 Uhr
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I posted a portion of this in reply to a Post on a friend's Blog and felt the need to expand the conversation below.

The names have been changed to protect the innocent ... ... LOL !.!.!

XXXXXXXX,

Your Post is GREATLY Appreciated !.!.!

As a decorated Combat Veteran of 3 Campaigns I feel you should know that all 'We' (Veterans) have ever wanted is a simple thank you and for the promises made to us when we volunteered to be honored.

I may be presumptuous in saying that - but the overwhelming majority of the men I served with and the Veterans (Young & Old) that I interact with are uncomfortable with lavish and very public showings. It is difficult for many Veterans (Myself included) to talk about our service as few will truly understand what we saw, what we felt, and what we may have had to do to carry out our mission - and most importantly survive !.!.!

I never fully understood why Veterans Organizations existed until I returned home after my first combat deployment. Suddenly the shared bonds and the fellowship of those who 'knew' and more importantly 'understood' what I had experienced became very, very important.

Of course you do have some who love being the center of attention ... these are usually the one's who are full of 'War Stories' and for the most part were never really in harm's way. These are the one's who wear a chest-full of medals they bought from the surplus store or pawn shop and make the loudest noise and biggest showing about being a 'Veteran.'

I want You and those who have extended their gratitude in today's Posts to know your respect and gratitude is greatly appreciated and very humbling. It is very nice to know that their are people who place the same level of importance and still hold Veterans Day (Remembrance Day in Canada and the rest of the Commonwealth) and Memorial Day in great reverence like I and other Veteran's do.

Without these two Holidays - I believe that very little attention, public gratitude, and respect would be extended to Veterans. The reasons are many - some ideological, some political - but for the most part, because most Veterans do not seek attention for our Service; We, as General Douglas MacArthur said, "Old soldiers never die; they just fade away ..."

For those of you who do not know the difference Veterans Day (November 11th), which used to be known as Armistice Day, began as a Holiday to honor the dead and sacrifices of those who served in the 'Great War.' At this moment in time, World War I was the most deadly and destructive event in modern memory. As President Wilson stated in the first Veterans Day Proclamation in 1918, that World War I was the, "... most destructive, sanguinary, and far reaching war in human annals ..." In some nations an entire generation of men between the ages of 16 and 35 were wiped out - this became known as the 'Lost Generation' throughout Europe and their Colonial Dominions. November 11th is significant as it is the day the Cease Fire was implemented and the Armistice negotiations began.

In 1954 with the huge number of Post-World War II Veterans, Armistice Day was renamed Veterans Day to honor the service of anyone who had served in the US Armed Forces. Veterans Day is not to be confused with Memorial Day. Many people if asked would be hard pressed to explain the difference between the two holidays. So here is the skinny -

As noted above November 11th - Veterans Day is a Holiday honoring the service of all members of the US Armed Forces. Memorial Day - observed annually on the last Monday in May - to honor the service and remember the sacrifice of members of the US Armed Forces who were killed in the line of duty.

Memorial Day also began as a holiday with another name. It was previously known as Decoration Day, which was first celebrated in 1868 by Union Veterans of the Civil War. Decoration Day received its' name from the ceremony of decorating the graves of Union Civil War dead with flowers. There are a few discrepancies as to who, and where the first Memorial was observed; but, consensus agrees that the first 'true' Memorial Day was in 1868 as described above. Confederate Veterans celebrated their version of Decoration Day on May 5, 1868. The Union Veterans quickly organized their 'version' for celebration on May 30, 1868.

Regardless, May was the chosen month because it was regarded as the best time that flowers would be available in sufficient quantities and the weather conditions would grace the decorated graves for several days if not a week.

As the 19th Century progressed and Civil War Veterans of both sides began to pass, the Union and Confederate Decoration Days were consolidated into a single day for all Civil Ware Veterans by the 1880's.

Decoration Day was renamed Memorial Day in 1882 and held annually on May 30th. Due to the Uniform Monday Holiday Act the day on which Memorial Day is observed on the last Monday in May. A number of Veterans Organizations have advocated for a return to celebration on May 30th as Veterans Day had been returned to its' actual day in 1978.. Attempts to do so have been unsuccessful thus far.

For those who fly the flag on these days - the flag is flown normally on Veterans Day. On Memorial Day, the flag is to be flown at half staff until noon and then raised to full staff from noon until sunset.

So the next time you see a Veteran just say - "Hello and Thank You !.!.!" You would be surprised to know how warm and happy that makes them feel inside ... ...

Someone Who Served His Nation Proudly,

RangeBull
Sgt. USA (Medically Retired)
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Reflections on Another Year Gone by ... ...
Veröffentlicht:25. Oktober 2015, 12:20 Uhr
Zuletzt aktualisiert:12. November 2015, 15:46 Uhr
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Greetings One and All,

It's that time of year again ... the dreaded Birthday ... ... If you could only hear Queen's 'Another One Bites the Dust,' playing in the background to complete the setting - LOL !.!.!

Time did and didn't fly by if you understand what I mean by that. In short, the last year has been a real kick in the teeth (I'll elaborate in a future Post).

I hadn't paid much attention to the Visitor's Stats on the Blog and just realized that my sad attempt at being a writer has resulted in nearly 200,000 (OK - 195,046 to be exact) hits - I was amazingly surprised. Never in my life did I ever expect to see 200,000 of anything ... none the less 200,000 folks reading something that I wrote ... OMG & Very Humbling !.!.!

Seeing how it's Birthday time and all ... ... I resolve to try and be more active with my Blog Posts and return to prose as that seems to generate a lot of interest.

So ~ I sit here reflecting with a beautiful 16 year-old ... Contemplating the Universe and the meaning of everything. I had probably clarify that statement for those of you with your mind in the gutter before some calls Child Protective Services ~~ That's a beautiful 16 year-old ... ... Bottle of Single Malt, Scotch Whisky - LOL !.!.!

So ~ I lift my glass with a Double ... Nope - Make that a Triple of the most delicious, smoky, smoothest elixir on the planet ~ Inspired by God and Created by Man !.!.!

From a Fortress of Sanity amongst the Wildlings on the Left Coast,

RangeBull
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So We are All on the Same Page ... ...
Veröffentlicht:18. Oktober 2015, 21:20 Uhr
Zuletzt aktualisiert:24. Oktober 2015, 14:37 Uhr
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In reply to a well intentioned ... and perhaps misguided reader, I decided to post the exact message to TSdates.com's Customer Service folks so my readers can see exactly what I said rather than a paraphrase or 'misremembered' summary.

Here is the exact test of what I sent to several of the TSdates.com Customer Service Folks -

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I am extremely disappointed with the new limitations being placed on Standard Members. These changes have been implemented with: No warning, No Member input, No clear rationale (aside from revenue), and No incentive to Upgrade one's Membership to avoid the new restrictions.

First came the loss of popularity and activity privileges. Next, the IM limitations. Now, the e-mail restrictions - What's next ?.?.?

TSdates.com is already one of the more expensive Adult Social Media sites on the Web - So, there is little incentive to purchase a Membership. Even purchasing a Membership has its' own difficulties. I have previously used pre-loaded credit cards to preserve my anonymity when upgrading to Gold Membership. However, since TSdates.com began processing its' merchant transactions outside of the United States - most cards will not authorize the transactions requiring one to place the order over the telephone. The catch here is because order was placed 'in person' rather than 'electronically,' You loose the incentives, special sale prices, and enhanced benefits offered to sweeten the deal and mitigate the cost of upgrading.

You would think that given the swarm of negative press concerning adult social media sites that TSdates.com would be very sensitive to moves that would alienate its' Membership - Ashley Madison ring a bell ?.?

For years TSdates.com has beseeched its' Members and offered incentives to add Photos & Video to Profiles, to verify Identity, join User Groups, Write Blogs, and a number of other enhancements - for what ?.? We are encouraged to spend more time online and interact more with other Users; and, When We do - We are then sanctioned and/or grabbed by the throat and told pay up or else.

Even worse, our Profiles & Digital Footprints are now held hostage, subject to data breeches, hacking, and threat of public shamming. Combine this with the constant solicitation from professional web-cam sites, working girls, catfishers, spam-bots, and fraudulent user profiles; there is very little incentive given to upgrade one's Membership.

I have been with TSdates.com in one form or another for nearly 12 years. If I did not have such an established presence, deep friendships, and social contacts in the 'lifestyle' on the Site I would have left long ago.

Contact me for additional comments or questions at: ***********@*****.***.

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Interestingly I received a nice reply or two identical to the message below. Essentially, when you read between the lines it says thank you for the new stuff we promptly added to the 'round file' ... ... It looks like the days are numbered for regular folks on this site ... ...

Dear Member,

Thank you for your comments and suggestions. We have passed along your message to the appropriate teams for review and consideration. Member feedback is one of the most important considerations when adding new features and making improvements to our site.

Thank you,

******* *.
TSdates.com Customer Suggestions Support
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