Just a hello of sorts...

Wanted to say hello and thank you for letting Me know about this place. I have missed reading doll's thoughts and will try to catch up on the blogs she has posted. I met she and LB briefly on another site, and it is refreshing to see her words flow freely here without hesitation or the requirement of a social security number.
I do not reveal alot of personal information in a public format, however there are several facts that will become obvious quickly:
I have found the one woman who was created for Me. In this world she is known as pebbs.
Our relationship is not limited to that of online, it transcended that some time ago.
I wont be shocked when you learn she is older than I am, you see, I already know.
My work is demanding and very time consuming and requires alot of travel.
My family is very important to Me.
I have a group of close friends, who happen to be compromised mostly of women. I trust few, but those I do, it is explicitly.
I have strong opinions which I voice, and for the record I will be offended if everyone always agrees with them.
I believe in thought provoking discussion and especially ideas and concepts of diversity.
I am not disrespectful or rude, and have very little tolerance for it in others.
Pettiness and subtle innuendos should be left for the playground and gradeschool, of which I no longer frequent.
I love to laugh, and make those around Me laugh. My humor is dry and sarcastic, you have been warned.
I really do not care who did what to you years ago, your baggage, pain and issues are your own, as are Mine. Truly there is a difference between venting therapeutically, and a constant rehashing of bullshit to damage another. Get over it already.
I absolutely do not believe that any one person regardless of knowledge is a complete authority on anything.
I am young, in fact younger than most writers online. People here display every single day that maturity, self respect, and courtesy are not guaranteed in "older" "adults".

Now, back to My beautiful indulgence.....
The only label she wears, or needs, is that of being the woman I love. In her honor, the first blog I post, will be what I said on another site about her for Valentines Day. In her case, its appropriate everyday.
I look forward to meeting some of you, reading your thoughts, and having lively thought provoking discussions when possible.

EP


pebbs,

From the beginning, what you have brought to Me is your very best.
The confidence of your self awareness was refreshing,and it continues to be.
The way you display both inward and outward grace even when undeserved, does not go unnoticed.
The character you possess is not set aside upon entrance to this online realm, it is omnipresent in every area of your life.
The respect you have professionally, and personally is earned therefore it can be enjoyed.
The way you embrace vulnerability, but abhor self pity.
The intimate places within your heart, mind, body, and soul were kept for Me alone.
you love passionately. Give your time and attention freely. Surrender with reckless abandon.
To say that I am pleased with you, or take pride in you, would not do justice..

Anyone who truly looks at you can see the above, the truth shines on its own, it requires no spotlight.
But to Me, it's the little things you do as well. The ones that you think I don't notice.....

yes the dog does sleep on the bed when we are not at home, she does it to spite you.
the way the tone of your voice changes, you can be ranting and then stop in mid sentence, and order an earl grey tea in a way that the clerk knows there is no need for extra sugar.
the fact that after a month, your still looking for corn tortillas.
why, do you even attempt to fool Me, like I don't KNOW your feet are always cold.
the way you watch that same gd movie over and over, and always cry at the same part of it.
the sound of the zipper of those boots sliding down after a long day..and yes, I know, you want the red ones.
the yoga pants rolled down at the top and the snowman slippers.
the charcoal gray latte' eye shadow, thank God we FOUND it.
the red gloves, they are NOT racing gloves. thank you officer for yet ANOTHER warning.
the way you always get up and open your office door when someone knocks, rather than simply saying Come in.
when you receive a gift from Me, if the company would describe chocolate the way you do, it would be considered porn.
irregardless of what I ask for dinner to be, we have all the ingredients....yea yea, we got that, sure we do.
the way you are afraid to make your hairdresser angry, kinda precarious since she happens to be your best friend.
yes I know you love your den, but that clock has GOT to go.
the way you read really sad books, and then cry while you tell Me about "this one scene".
that laugh, the one that originates deep within you and just spills out, smoky and sultry and uninhibited.
the way your heels sound against the tile in the kitchen.
the way you straddle My lap blocking the computer and say, turn it off no more work tonight.

you took My breath away for the first time on October 19th, since then our air supply has been shared.

Love is not about public expression, no, it thrives and grows in the places hidden from all other eyes.
That space and time when there is no crowd, no applause. When it is the environment where we bare all, mind body and soul without hesitation or fear. It is about the give and take, the ebb and flow.
It's when the door is closed, and all that remains is Me, you, and the sanctity of the moment. Regardless of the tone, tempo, or type, it is a cadence and rhythm uniquely ours.
Thank you for crossing the thresh hold with Me, and transforming a reality dotted with fantasy, into a fantastic reality.

To the woman who has the effortless ability to be subtle, passionate, sensuous, and blatantly provocative....

Happy Valentines Day My indulgence, I love you

P.s. I expect a lot of credit for not listing the fact that you bit Me so hard on the neck and left such deep scratches on My back that people thought I had a new tattoo that went bad,or that when you were house sitting the neighbor came over because of the noise, or that we had sex in the parking lot of ...

wait, taps the mic, is this still ON....?