I know I briefly mentioned it...but I had to bring it up since I can't focus. My clavicle feels broken. My chest is bruised. I have the outline of a hand on my breast. My legs barely move without serious concentration and I have a welt on the right side of my ass. Mr. Grey did right by me this weekend, oh yes, yes he did. Now imagine what he'll do when ask him to use the whip.
xo-
Ruby
Showing posts with label 50 Shades of Grey. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 50 Shades of Grey. Show all posts
8.01.2012
7.30.2012
I'm not a fighter, I'm a lover
Almost 3 years later and I'm picking back up the pen. This definitely isn't where I've left off. Mr. Gold, he knows my secrets, and it broke his heart. I've never felt so horrible as when he told me Hal divulged our trysts...while golfing...on a birdie attempt. What a shitty friend. Hal's gone, Gold's gone, many of my past lovers have faded and a new round of men have been occupying my time.
I never dwell on the past, it's not what I do. I may think about it and wonder how my formers are doing, but I never doubt they are better off without me than with me. I've grown as a person, but I've never abandoned who I am. Some women are born to be teachers, some are born to be doctors and a few lucky women are born to be lovers. We're not whores, we're not girlfriends, we're the ones you tell your secrets to. The ones you long for in the middle of the night. The ones that can make you feel good about yourself on the shittiest of days. In two minutes I can transform from the girl next door, to the girl of your wet dreams... all it takes is me setting my mind to it. The things I have discovered from endless mornings of pillow talk are absolutely astounding. I feel privileged to hear what you have to say, I remember every word and it will never leave my lips. The amount of men who have told me they love me during our long morning sessions is slightly frightening. I couldn't count them all if I tried, yet none are by my side today. Some are more memorable than others, but its the MBA from Illinois who made my heart melt, the high school sweetheart that cried in my arms, the tattooed bouncer who kept me laughing...its those boys that make it all worthwhile.
I'm not the only woman like me out there, I know there are others. Others whose sole purpose is to fix the broken ones, tame the wild ones, love the crazy ones and set straight those headed down the wrong path. I'm not a miracle worker, I don't pretend to be, I'm just the girl that guys need. Live out your fantasies, sow your wild oats, learn how to make love like a man, become your version of Mr. Grey....that's how I help. I was born to be a lover and until I decide to find one of my own I'm going to keep on helping, loving and listening. That's what I do.
I never dwell on the past, it's not what I do. I may think about it and wonder how my formers are doing, but I never doubt they are better off without me than with me. I've grown as a person, but I've never abandoned who I am. Some women are born to be teachers, some are born to be doctors and a few lucky women are born to be lovers. We're not whores, we're not girlfriends, we're the ones you tell your secrets to. The ones you long for in the middle of the night. The ones that can make you feel good about yourself on the shittiest of days. In two minutes I can transform from the girl next door, to the girl of your wet dreams... all it takes is me setting my mind to it. The things I have discovered from endless mornings of pillow talk are absolutely astounding. I feel privileged to hear what you have to say, I remember every word and it will never leave my lips. The amount of men who have told me they love me during our long morning sessions is slightly frightening. I couldn't count them all if I tried, yet none are by my side today. Some are more memorable than others, but its the MBA from Illinois who made my heart melt, the high school sweetheart that cried in my arms, the tattooed bouncer who kept me laughing...its those boys that make it all worthwhile.
I'm not the only woman like me out there, I know there are others. Others whose sole purpose is to fix the broken ones, tame the wild ones, love the crazy ones and set straight those headed down the wrong path. I'm not a miracle worker, I don't pretend to be, I'm just the girl that guys need. Live out your fantasies, sow your wild oats, learn how to make love like a man, become your version of Mr. Grey....that's how I help. I was born to be a lover and until I decide to find one of my own I'm going to keep on helping, loving and listening. That's what I do.
I'm back and badder than ever
I began this blog 2 years ago and stopped rapidly. I got scared of what the repercussions would be if anyone found out my true identity. Today, I decided to start back up again. It may be my new found freedom, it may be just a wild thought I had or it may be due to the fact I found my own Christian Grey and he's showing me things I never thought I'd do in my life (the brusies across my chest this morning prove it.)
So here goes the start of something new, all over again. I can't wait to share my stories with you all, I promise stick with me and I'll teach you things you never thought possible.
Back to my boring day job so I can conjure up all that I'm going to tell you tonight.
Ciao-
xo Ruby
So here goes the start of something new, all over again. I can't wait to share my stories with you all, I promise stick with me and I'll teach you things you never thought possible.
Back to my boring day job so I can conjure up all that I'm going to tell you tonight.
Ciao-
xo Ruby
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