<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032074968071215351</id><updated>2012-01-05T05:21:05.869-08:00</updated><category term='community'/><category term='fucking'/><category term='on being a femme'/><title type='text'>*+ The Butch/Femme Experiment +*</title><subtitle type='html'>A blogging butch/femme lesbian couple on the day in the life of living a stereotype.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysaidshesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032074968071215351/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysaidshesaid.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hy Said She Said</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963974116458121210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032074968071215351.post-7921350117056049428</id><published>2008-10-08T10:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T11:30:05.623-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fucking'/><title type='text'>Banking woes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;I stood in front of the teller dumbfounded as she told me the news that my account was empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;Silent tears streamed down my face yet I still felt calm in the face of this indignation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;She looked annoyed as I stood there silent -- unsure of what my next action was going to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;Suddenly I felt someone bump into me from behind.  I turned to see who this person was that was disturbing this extremely humiliating moment and there was no one there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;Distractedly I turned back to the teller who know seemed to go onto another task and was completely ignoring me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;:::bump:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;Again I turn and there is no one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;"Well the government seized your assets to pay its bills" - she said - reclaiming my attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;But as I looked to her something seemed different... the room behind her seemed to be in darkness... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;A flash of heat rises up my spine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;She continues to speak but her words trail off and her mouth no longer produces a sound... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;...then my legs begin to part... my clit is called to attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;Suddenly the room around me melts away to complete darkness and I become keenly aware that my papi's cock is seeking me out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;I become wholly aware of the mist of desire my body perpetuated without me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;I quickly come to appreciate the rigid readiness of my nipples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;While I'm late for the party I quickly learn my place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;I slide my thighs apart to assist in my baby's pursuit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;Hy's aware now that I am with hym and slides hys warm body on top of my backside -- hys knees slowly pushing my knees out to clear hys way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;Slowly hys hand snakes up my back -- over to my chest -- brushing my dangerously hardened nipples as hys hand cups over my shoulder... hy uses the leverage to insert hys cock into me -- slowly... tentatively at first -- then with more determination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;The instant that it fills my pussy, a wave of pleasure washes over the rest of me... my breath escapes quickly from my lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;I can hear a pleased moan release from my daddy's lips as hys strokes deepen....quicken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;My spine curves in an effort to please hys cock's ravenous appetite for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;I raise to my knees... face planted in the bed... ass high... an offering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;To hys knees my papi rises to meet the challenge... and hy fucks me with a a newly found strength.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;...slap...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;My ass trembles from the impact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;A new wave of creme releases inside me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;I watch below me as my tits dance to the rhythm of hys skin connecting with mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;Hy exits and lays on hys back... I follow my back to hys and slip -- easily now -- onto hys erect phallus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;My long dark curls falling down and caressing my back as I grind hys cock as deep inside me as I can stand... over and over... hy jams hys hips up and into me and I thrust my pussy long and deep onto hys dripping cock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;Hys hands on my hips... pulling me down... leading the charge...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;Hy grabs my hair and wraps the tendrils around hys fingers and pulls... I cum all over hys dick in an explosion of pleasure and pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;I turn and lay on hym -- we are sweaty, sticky, wet... spent -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;I sit here now -- thinking of hym... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;I think I need to make another deposit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032074968071215351-7921350117056049428?l=hysaidshesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysaidshesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/7921350117056049428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032074968071215351&amp;postID=7921350117056049428' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032074968071215351/posts/default/7921350117056049428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032074968071215351/posts/default/7921350117056049428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysaidshesaid.blogspot.com/2008/10/banking-woes.html' title='Banking woes...'/><author><name>She Said</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02480264849206564756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0zp83N0AFAc/R8dUXAnZokI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qrGRP-Y13Fk/S220/shesaid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032074968071215351.post-3845169509439036631</id><published>2008-06-30T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T08:56:34.525-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='community'/><title type='text'>Why do butch femme sites suck so much?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is it me or does every butch femme site out there really suck?  I used to be a member of "the big" one -- which shall remain nameless.  But I found that the people on that site were too clicky -- never giving those of us who'd never been to one of their gatherings a real chance to be friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countless times I'd join a forum and post a response to someone's topic and countless times my response went unnoticed and it'd end up being just a handful of people going back and forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the straw that broke the camel's back was when I realized that unless you were a paid member you really had limited options and were treated "less than" -- and you know, I get enough of that in the real world, thanks.   Add that to the out of control moderators -- well I just couldn't support that site anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I joined another and another and another... either whoever was running it was a psycho or they have the paid "elite" group who get to personalize their experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I know a thing or two about forums and there really is no need to charge people to have one.  There are FREE options out there.  Yeah, there will be some ads running.  So what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't the point to get to meet other butch/femme people?  To maybe make friends?  God, if someone would for one second make an online community for us to just chill together and not try to rape us like the rest of the world, it'd be really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll just do it my damn self.  Who knows.  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032074968071215351-3845169509439036631?l=hysaidshesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysaidshesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/3845169509439036631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032074968071215351&amp;postID=3845169509439036631' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032074968071215351/posts/default/3845169509439036631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032074968071215351/posts/default/3845169509439036631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysaidshesaid.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-do-butch-femme-sites-suck-so-much.html' title='Why do butch femme sites suck so much?'/><author><name>She Said</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02480264849206564756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0zp83N0AFAc/R8dUXAnZokI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qrGRP-Y13Fk/S220/shesaid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032074968071215351.post-2947620918649413281</id><published>2008-05-14T07:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T09:09:26.604-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on being a femme'/><title type='text'>An awakening....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://myparalegal.org/heels.jpg" width="187" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have begun a love affair. To my own surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found that I really love how it feels to be in heels. I have only recently (within the past few years) begun to realize my inner femme. Having come out in a place where the homogenized androgynous lesbian reigns supreme, I never really coddled the femme within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I am starting to feel her stir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have these black lace-up chunky heeled shoes that I frequently wear to work and/or with jeans. The other day, while wearing them and when walking to the office from the car, I became acutely aware of my walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How incredibly feminine I felt. How sexy I felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought, I really need to explore her and find myself within her whispered musings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much I want to do to accommodate her -- explore her sensual side but unfortunately I am in no position to perform a wardrobe overhaul to meet her demands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I will relish in her ecstasy while in these chunky heels.... and wait to fully lavish her with the sexy femme essentials in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the next time that daddi calls -- perhaps I will pull a pair of heels out of the closet before I lay before hym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032074968071215351-2947620918649413281?l=hysaidshesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysaidshesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/2947620918649413281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032074968071215351&amp;postID=2947620918649413281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032074968071215351/posts/default/2947620918649413281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032074968071215351/posts/default/2947620918649413281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysaidshesaid.blogspot.com/2008/05/awakening.html' title='An awakening....'/><author><name>She Said</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02480264849206564756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0zp83N0AFAc/R8dUXAnZokI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qrGRP-Y13Fk/S220/shesaid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032074968071215351.post-6398278518205625464</id><published>2008-05-02T20:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T20:31:50.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex Survey. Bear with me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you gotten laid this week? Not yet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had sex in a public place? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever laugh during sex? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever cry during sex? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to cuddle after sex?  Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever regret sex with someone? Yes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever faked an orgasm? Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirty talk, or STFU? Dirty talk…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever have unprotected sex? Yes… (*frown*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever masturbate to your friend's significant other? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever have a threesome? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever watch porn during sex? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever thought of someone else during sex? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has the condom ever broke? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your most embarrassing sexual experience? Pussy farts fucking suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old were you when you lost your virginity? 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like 69? No, too hard to concentrate…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you horny now? No…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like sex in the car? I most certainly do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still talk to the person you lost your virginity to? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever have sex with a relative/friend's significant other? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been with a cheater? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toys, good or bad? Oh so good…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lingerie? If it pleases hym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever sleep with a co-worker? Ummm -- sorta, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you had sex in the following places – yes or no:&lt;br /&gt;Park: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Pool: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Hot Tub: Masturbated. :)&lt;br /&gt;Church Parking Lot: LOL -- no but it's on my to do list.&lt;br /&gt;Cemetery: No&lt;br /&gt;School (or parking lot): Yes&lt;br /&gt;Parent's Bed (other person's): Yes&lt;br /&gt;Your bed: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Car: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Public library: No&lt;br /&gt;In a barn: No... WTF are you sayin??&lt;br /&gt;In front of a window (curtains open): Yes&lt;br /&gt;Picnic table : No&lt;br /&gt;In the snow: No, sounds chilly.&lt;br /&gt;In a tree or tree house: No but if you find me a tree house -- we'll talk.&lt;br /&gt;Same room while a friend was doing it: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Same room with a friend watching: No&lt;br /&gt;Dining room/kitchen table: No&lt;br /&gt;Kitchen counter: I think it may have started there...&lt;br /&gt;Couch/chair: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Pool table: No&lt;br /&gt;On top of a bar: No - I'll leave that shit to Usher.&lt;br /&gt;Front lawn in daylight: Shyeah, I think my neighbors hate me NOW...&lt;br /&gt;On top of the roof: No but if I had a flat roof, I'd totally be on that.&lt;br /&gt;On a bus (school/public/coach): No&lt;br /&gt;Public restroom: No&lt;br /&gt;Woods: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Hood of a car: No, but it's on my bucket list.&lt;br /&gt;Bathroom: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Shower: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Porch/deck/balcony: No&lt;br /&gt;In a house with parent's home: Yes&lt;br /&gt;At a party: No&lt;br /&gt;On top of the washer/dryer: No - but turn that bitch on and see what's up....&lt;br /&gt;With other people in the room: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Field: No&lt;br /&gt;Beach: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032074968071215351-6398278518205625464?l=hysaidshesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysaidshesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/6398278518205625464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032074968071215351&amp;postID=6398278518205625464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032074968071215351/posts/default/6398278518205625464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032074968071215351/posts/default/6398278518205625464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysaidshesaid.blogspot.com/2008/05/sex-survey-bear-with-me.html' title='Sex Survey. Bear with me.'/><author><name>She Said</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02480264849206564756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0zp83N0AFAc/R8dUXAnZokI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qrGRP-Y13Fk/S220/shesaid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032074968071215351.post-3616274127927127988</id><published>2008-04-21T07:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T07:55:12.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="georgia,serif"&gt;Yesterday hy put hys thumb inside me while hy fingered my pussy.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia"&gt;While my body was twisting and grinding for hym.... hy warned me of things to come.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia"&gt;Now I cannot focus while I await with dripping anticipation the punishments I am to receive.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia"&gt;&amp;quot;Daddy&amp;#39;s going to get me when I get home.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032074968071215351-3616274127927127988?l=hysaidshesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysaidshesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/3616274127927127988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032074968071215351&amp;postID=3616274127927127988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032074968071215351/posts/default/3616274127927127988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032074968071215351/posts/default/3616274127927127988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysaidshesaid.blogspot.com/2008/04/soon.html' title='Soon.'/><author><name>She Said</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02480264849206564756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0zp83N0AFAc/R8dUXAnZokI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qrGRP-Y13Fk/S220/shesaid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032074968071215351.post-8814471047389468747</id><published>2008-02-26T08:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T10:19:58.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just the gentlemanly thing to do!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Chivalry is something that comes naturally to me.  Lighting cigarettes, opening doors, picking up dropped items are just some of the things that I do without even giving any thought to it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm kicking myself for not having my lighter in the right pocket and allowing someone else to lean in and light my girl's cigarette. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I am a little bit torn here since de-programming myself may be really difficult.  I don't know how not to be a gentleman.  On the other hand no one comes before my girl.  No one.  If I have to cut back on the chivalry with others in order to make her happy, I may just do that. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032074968071215351-8814471047389468747?l=hysaidshesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysaidshesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/8814471047389468747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032074968071215351&amp;postID=8814471047389468747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032074968071215351/posts/default/8814471047389468747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032074968071215351/posts/default/8814471047389468747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysaidshesaid.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-just-gentlemanly-thing-to-do.html' title='It&apos;s just the gentlemanly thing to do!'/><author><name>Hy Said</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05796381886976530520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HeGbnNuWNmw/R8dYEUDYWQI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rm1MVQreu0U/S220/hysaid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032074968071215351.post-7082383679193288393</id><published>2008-02-25T12:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T12:05:15.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick with a joke or light of your smoke....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="georgia,serif"&gt;&lt;img height="133" src="http://cigseduction.com/images/lips.gif" width="200"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="georgia,serif"&gt;Recently I realized that there is something sexy about someone else lighting your cigarette.&amp;nbsp; So much so that when anyone does it other than my boi, I feel a little dirty.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia"&gt;There&amp;#39;s something flirtatious about it to me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia"&gt;The other day a cigarette dangled from my lips as 3 of use went out for a smoke and the other lesbian present -- a bit butch -- leaned in, cupped her hands and I leaned my mouth towards her to set the nicotine aflame.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia"&gt;A small part of me felt embarassed to be so brazen right in front of my baby.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia"&gt;The moment passed quickly -- but the thought remained.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia"&gt;How would I feel if my daddy were to do that to another femme?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia"&gt;The answer is:&amp;nbsp; I would not like it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia"&gt;Not one little bit.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032074968071215351-7082383679193288393?l=hysaidshesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysaidshesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/7082383679193288393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032074968071215351&amp;postID=7082383679193288393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032074968071215351/posts/default/7082383679193288393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032074968071215351/posts/default/7082383679193288393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysaidshesaid.blogspot.com/2008/02/quick-with-joke-or-light-of-your-smoke.html' title='Quick with a joke or light of your smoke....'/><author><name>She Said</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02480264849206564756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0zp83N0AFAc/R8dUXAnZokI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qrGRP-Y13Fk/S220/shesaid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032074968071215351.post-1705951186079602501</id><published>2008-02-05T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T17:29:30.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A View From Above</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Yes, baby.  Say it louder... tell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; what you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;You look so beautiful, so perfect to me- your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;scent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; is driving me wild.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I can see your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; getting ready- juicy, swollen, begging for your Master's attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Mind- racing. Flesh- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;dripping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; with desire.  Cock- strong and hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Won't let you know how badly I want you.  I want you to beg for me.  Plead with me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Squirm&lt;/span&gt; with anticipation.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Your body quivers, your voice trembles, your eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;penetrate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; through me into my softened heart.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;You've found me out, I give in to your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; cries for my touch. My hands and lips cannot wait any longer.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Ass. Thighs. Back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Pussy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;.  Mmmm baby...  you've missed me.  You are ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;As I enter your you warm, drenched hole, you reach back and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;grab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; onto me, pulling me toward you "deeper Daddy, harder Daddy...please"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;My &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;babygirl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; always gets what she wants. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032074968071215351-1705951186079602501?l=hysaidshesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysaidshesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/1705951186079602501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032074968071215351&amp;postID=1705951186079602501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032074968071215351/posts/default/1705951186079602501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032074968071215351/posts/default/1705951186079602501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysaidshesaid.blogspot.com/2008/02/view-from-above.html' title='A View From Above'/><author><name>Hy Said</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05796381886976530520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HeGbnNuWNmw/R8dYEUDYWQI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rm1MVQreu0U/S220/hysaid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032074968071215351.post-8603088126369718098</id><published>2008-02-05T13:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T13:32:02.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A view from below</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;With skin still &lt;strong&gt;steaming &lt;/strong&gt;from a hot shower...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hair &lt;strong&gt;dripping &lt;/strong&gt;down my back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Soft &lt;strong&gt;scent&lt;/strong&gt; of my body wash rising from my goose fleshed landscape...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I lay before hym with my legs &lt;strong&gt;bent&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;The rear of my femininity &lt;strong&gt;exposed&lt;/strong&gt; out of my view...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hy is pulling his &lt;strong&gt;cock &lt;/strong&gt;out for my amusement....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I watch with &lt;strong&gt;heated &lt;/strong&gt;anticipation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;My lips &lt;strong&gt;swell &lt;/strong&gt;as they remember hym...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hys eyes find mine - &lt;strong&gt;moisture&lt;/strong&gt; arrives...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Whispers trail from my lips as I &lt;strong&gt;plead &lt;/strong&gt;for you to enter me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Fuck Me Daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;TO BE CONTINUED...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032074968071215351-8603088126369718098?l=hysaidshesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysaidshesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/8603088126369718098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032074968071215351&amp;postID=8603088126369718098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032074968071215351/posts/default/8603088126369718098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032074968071215351/posts/default/8603088126369718098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysaidshesaid.blogspot.com/2008/02/view-from-below.html' title='A view from below'/><author><name>She Said</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02480264849206564756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0zp83N0AFAc/R8dUXAnZokI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qrGRP-Y13Fk/S220/shesaid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032074968071215351.post-936459063291788904</id><published>2008-02-02T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T17:34:25.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angry Sex?</title><content type='html'>*Smirk*  who knew?  I look forward to the next fight you pick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032074968071215351-936459063291788904?l=hysaidshesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysaidshesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/936459063291788904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032074968071215351&amp;postID=936459063291788904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032074968071215351/posts/default/936459063291788904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032074968071215351/posts/default/936459063291788904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysaidshesaid.blogspot.com/2008/02/angry-sex_02.html' title='Angry Sex?'/><author><name>Hy Said</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05796381886976530520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HeGbnNuWNmw/R8dYEUDYWQI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rm1MVQreu0U/S220/hysaid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032074968071215351.post-6601828485715389009</id><published>2008-02-02T09:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T09:25:04.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angry Sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia,serif"&gt;We got into a fight the other day.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The next day when I was thinking about the fight, I thought to myself.&amp;nbsp; I wish I had fucked hym right in the middle of it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hy very rarely gets &lt;u&gt;that&lt;/u&gt; angry with me and I think that if hy was plunging hys cock into me with all that built up aggression that I may have exploded all over it in a way that could possibly leave me blind.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;That night I started picking a fight.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032074968071215351-6601828485715389009?l=hysaidshesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysaidshesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/6601828485715389009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032074968071215351&amp;postID=6601828485715389009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032074968071215351/posts/default/6601828485715389009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032074968071215351/posts/default/6601828485715389009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysaidshesaid.blogspot.com/2008/02/angry-sex.html' title='Angry Sex'/><author><name>She Said</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02480264849206564756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0zp83N0AFAc/R8dUXAnZokI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qrGRP-Y13Fk/S220/shesaid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032074968071215351.post-2713822582423960982</id><published>2008-02-01T08:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T08:20:08.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting the Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;She's too hard on herself, my girl. No reason for my pretty girl to apologize. I understood why we were there and that coming out to Her religious family was not really on the agenda. I'm sure my appearance does speak for itself and that they assumed that I was Hers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;They were nice to me.. I appreciate their kindness. And genuine at that, I could tell. I liked them all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;She ended up making up for the lack of proper introduction that first day when She told everyone at the wake and funeral of my position in Her life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sad times. Yet somehow, She still managed to get a smirk out of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032074968071215351-2713822582423960982?l=hysaidshesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysaidshesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/2713822582423960982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032074968071215351&amp;postID=2713822582423960982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032074968071215351/posts/default/2713822582423960982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032074968071215351/posts/default/2713822582423960982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysaidshesaid.blogspot.com/2008/02/meeting-family.html' title='Meeting the Family'/><author><name>Hy Said</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05796381886976530520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HeGbnNuWNmw/R8dYEUDYWQI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rm1MVQreu0U/S220/hysaid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032074968071215351.post-1378069819472477420</id><published>2008-01-24T09:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T09:12:56.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting the family</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;We went yesterday to visit my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my father's side of the family -- whom I didn't grow up with -- and don't know too well... two members that had never met hym before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One knew that we were married and was very sweet about meeting hym. The other, I don't believe, doesn't even know I'm a lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they are my two favorite relatives on that side of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason we went there is because they were up visiting from out of town due to an impending death in the family (my other uncle is on his death bed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I introduce her as my hersband?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being that hy is butch, sometimes I do just let that speak for itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But did I speak up? No, I did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out later that this affected hym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel horrible about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry papi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032074968071215351-1378069819472477420?l=hysaidshesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysaidshesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/1378069819472477420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032074968071215351&amp;postID=1378069819472477420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032074968071215351/posts/default/1378069819472477420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032074968071215351/posts/default/1378069819472477420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysaidshesaid.blogspot.com/2008/01/meeting-family.html' title='Meeting the family'/><author><name>She Said</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02480264849206564756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0zp83N0AFAc/R8dUXAnZokI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qrGRP-Y13Fk/S220/shesaid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
