Monday, 14 January 2019

What ever you want, Sir.


This is a really wonderful picture. The contrast between black and white, clothed and nude.
The details of the pose are all good. The arms stretched backwards, not too much rope that disfigures the body, The hands are comfortable together, her legs a bit open and her head bowed in submission.
The pictures screams: Whatever you want, Sir I will give it to you.





Tuesday, 1 January 2019

Best wishes for 2019!

I wish you all a very happy new year. I wish you health and wealth, in that order.


I started today a new long story on my blog Soliloquise; Time Out of Time by Crimson Dragon. I recently received permission to repost this story from 20 years ago! It is not a regular story in any sense, and it may not be anyone's taste. That said, it's a very good and basically very romantic story so I would like it if you would read it with me.

Be happy and thankful for every new day in 2019!


Tuesday, 25 December 2018

A Christmas Play

Angel's Poinsettia

by Sally Painter 

Christmas is the perfect time to see a play performed by children. There are many plays you can download for free if you are looking for a nice script for the kids to play. Here is a wonderful play by Sally Painter. Enjoy.

Introduction

A child fairy, Angel learns a valuable lesson about caring for the sick when she runs away from home. Angel ventures into the human world, only her magic goes askew and she finds herself a poinsettia plant that no one loves. A homeless woman rescues Angel from a garbage bin and nurses her back to health. Angel returns home with a greater appreciation for caring and nurturing others. This skit will take approximately five minutes to perform.

Props

Go with just a minimal set and leave the rest to the audience's imagination. Alternatively, use a curtain screen in the background and project photos that represent each scene. Angel can either don a costume or perform lines offstage while a real poinsettia is used.
  • Poinsettia or poinsettia costume for Angel
  • Fairy costume for Angel with wings (optional)
  • Shopping bags for Maggie
  • Coffee cups
  • Basketball
  • Spotlight or flashlight
  • Water can
  • Poinsettia, scraggly nearly dead for end of skit
  • Trash can
  • Cardboard boxes
  • Small table and chairs, for use in the coffee shop and at Angel's home

Cast of Characters

  • Storyteller - Narrates the story
  • Angel - Young fairy child
  • Mom - Mom to Angel
  • Maggie - Human who buys Angel as a poinsettia
  • Santa - Fake Santa
  • Stella - Maggie's friend
  • Cab Driver - Drives cab where Angel is left as the poinsettia
  • Teenage Boy - Gets Angel the poinsettia from Cab Driver
  • Dog - Chews on Angel the poinsettia
  • Old Man - Throws Angel the poinsettia away
  • Homeless Woman - Revives Angel the poinsettia
  • Grandma - Gives Angel poinsettia after Angel returns to fairy state

Script

Storyteller: Once upon a fairy forest there lived a young fairy named Angel. She was the prettiest fairy in all the forest and everyone loved her fun spirit but Angel only thought of herself and what she wanted.

Mom: Grandma isn't feeling well. She's been sick for a week, so we're spending the week before Christmas with her. I think a little TLC will help her get well quicker.

Angel: I don't want to visit someone sick. It's no fun!

Storyteller: So Angel decided she would run away to the human world and spend the week before Christmas with humans. So late that night while her mom and grandma were asleep, Angel decided to test out the human world for a few hours and if she liked it, she'd stay longer. So, she dusted herself with fairy dust and entered the human world, only to her surprise she was no longer a fairy.

Angel: What is this?

Storyteller: Instead of arms and legs and wings, Angel had red and green leaves.

Angel: How can this be? I'm a poinsettia!

Storyteller: And so Angel was stuck because everyone knows that fairy dust small wishes last for at least 8 hours, sometimes a little longer.

Angel: Where am I? There are so many plants and flowers. Oh, I must be in a flower shop.

Storyteller: It didn't even take an hour before a customer named Maggie bought the poinsettia and Angel found herself being carried down the busy city street.

Angel: I had no idea that humans were so noisy. Look at how they go about their business hardly noticing each other. They aren't at all friendly like the fairies. Oh, there's Santa on the corner ringing a bell. He'll help me get back to fairyland.

Santa: Ho! Ho! Mighty pretty poinsettia you've go there Miss.

Angel: No! Santa, it's me Angel, don't you recognize me?

Storyteller: Angel found herself in a coffee shop where Maggie set her down at a table with another woman.

Maggie: I know it's Christmas, Stella, but I feel so sad this year.

Stella: I'm sure this beautiful poinsettia will cheer up your mother during her stay at the hospital.

Storyteller: Angel became upset. This was not what she'd planned.

Angel: Oh, no! I'm going to be around sick people all Christmas. This is a disaster! I came here to get away from sick people!

Storyteller: Maggie soon left the coffee shop and got into a cab, but when she stepped out, clutching her shopping bags to her, she completely forgot about the poinsettia, slammed the cab door shut and the cab sped away.

Angel: Help! Save me!

Storyteller: The cab driver careened around a corner and poor angel toppled over, breaking off one of her leaves.

Angel: Ouch!

Storyteller: Suddenly, the cab came to an abrupt stop, the door opened, and a teenage boy jumped inside. The cab driver took the boy to his designation. Just as the kid was getting out of the car, he noticed the poinsettia.

Teenage Boy: Hey, this poinsettia in your back seat has a broken leaf.

Cab Driver: Take it with you, kid, give it to your mother before it gets destroyed.

Angel: Destroyed!

Storyteller: Angel found herself being dragged from the cab and unceremoniously carried down the busy street.

Teenage Boy: (To unseen other kids) Hey, wanna play a quick game? (Basketball is bounced from off stage onto stage and teenage boy grabs it.)

Storyteller: The young man set Angel on the side walk while he ran to join his friends on the basketball court. Angel sat waiting for the boy to finish the game, but to her surprise, he completely forgot about her and after the game he and his friends walked away in the opposite direction.

Angel: Help! Someone help me. I'm all alone and no one notices me.

Storyteller: Angel had never felt sadness or loneliness before.

Angel: I don't like being sad or alone. It's no fun!

Storyteller: A large dog came trotting by.

Dog: Woof! Woof!

Storyteller: The dog bit at Angel, pulling off several of her beautiful red leaves.

Angel: Oww! That hurt, get away from me.

Storyteller: An old man walked past Angel and stooped over to pick her up.

Old Man: You're a sad looking plant.

Storyteller: Hope kindled in Angel's heart but it was short-lived when the old man tossed her into the trash bin.

Angel: Eww! It stinks in here. Help! Oh please, someone notice that I'm here and that I was once a beautiful plant. I can be once more if someone will just find me and nurse me back to health. Please.

Storyteller: There was a sound outside and the lid to the bin opened. A dirty-faced woman with scraggly hair spied Angel.

Homeless Woman: Oh my, what have we here? Look at you. Poor thing. How could anyone just toss you into the trash? I'll help you.

Angel: Thank you. I never cry, but I don't seem to be able to stop.

Storyteller: The woman took Angel to a strange home made out of several boxes, but she had water for Angel and set her on a box where the sunlight bathed her and Angel began to feel like her old self.

Homeless Woman: You are such a beautiful plant.

Storyteller: Angel felt new leaves bursting from the places where the other leaves had been broken off.

Homeless Woman: See there, all you needed was a little love and caring.

Angel: You are such a kind woman and have a very big heart. I never knew how important it was to let people know they are cherished.

Storyteller: And so it was that Angel found herself back at her Grandmother's house in fairyland and the sun was just beginning to shine over the horizon.

Angel: Oh look. I have arms and leg and wings again! Mom! Grandma!

Storyteller: Angel sprang from her bed and rushed downstairs where her mom and Grandma were sitting over morning coffee.

Grandma: There's my Christmas Angel.

Storyteller: Angel hugged her Grandmother and her mom, but her eye quickly caught the neglected poinsettia in the corner. She rushed over to the plant.

Angel: I'll take care of you. Can I Grandma?

Grandma: That would be wonderful. I completely forgot about that plant while I was so sick. Perhaps you can take care of her while I'm on the mend. In fact, you can have it and take it home if you like.

Angel: I know just what to do.

Storyteller: And so Angel set about watering and trimming the dead leaves from the plant, knowing that the poinsettia just needed someone to notice it and care for it. And, soon the plant began to grow and became the most beautiful poinsettia in all of fairyland.

The End.

Monday, 24 December 2018

The night before Christmas



'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,


When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
 Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.


The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,


With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;


"Now, DASHER! now, DANCER! now, PRANCER and VIXEN!
On, COMET! on CUPID! on, DONNER and BLITZEN!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"


As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.


And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.


He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.


His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;


The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!

By Clement Clarke Moore

 

Thursday, 20 December 2018

Prelude


Sometimes is the anticipation of what is to come, the best part of the play.
Like this one. Liberally coated.





Friday, 14 December 2018

It's the time of year

Music is so many times a comfort when you are sad or jubilant to celebrate.
And many times it is just there as wallpaper.
In Christmas times you hear Christmassy song anywhere and everywhere.

I love this time of year.


Saturday, 8 December 2018

On a short leash


It is totally politically incorrect. A woman is not a dog. Of course she isn't.
But I could not resist putting it on my blog.
Because in Big Dumb Stupid Man (BDSM) there are often references to the collar and the leash
Because the leash plays such a big role in Training Carrie
Because this pic reminds me of a pic I posted 4 years ago
Because it reminds me of Abby's short leash statements in her blog.

And because it is funny...

Friday, 7 December 2018

Blindfold

A blindfold unlike any other I have seen. It is such a simple but effective way to amplify your partners touches, taste and sounds. It makes your partner so vulnerable if she cannot see. And if you have a blindfold like this one, it makes her pretty and sexy as well.



Wednesday, 5 December 2018

Pepernoten recipe

Sinterklaas brings today to all Dutch children (well only to the boys and girls that have been good last year) little presents. Or not so little depends on the number of chimneys on top of the roof. Anyway not only presents but Pepernoten are inextricably linked with Sinterklaas as presents are. It is easy to make them yourself. Here is the recipe:


Ingredients
  • 1 ¾ cup all-purpose flour
  • 2 tsp baking powder
  • 1 Tbsp cinnamon
  • ½ tsp ground cloves
  • ½ tsp cardamom
  • ¼ tsp ground ginger
  • pinch of salt
  • 1 cup light brown sugar
  • 6 Tbsp butter, melted
  • 6 Tbsp (soy) milk
Instructions
  1. Sift the flour with the baking powder and the spices into a bowl.
  2. Add the salt and sugar and mix until combined.
  3. Mix the melted butter with the milk and add this to the dry ingredients.
  4. Mix until the dough is soft and a little bit sticky.
  5. Preheat the oven to 340° F and line two baking sheets with parchment paper.
  6. Roll the dough into tiny little balls of about 0.5”, there is enough to fill two baking sheets.
  7. Place the balls on the baking sheet and give them a soft push. Bake the pepernoten for about 18-20 minutes in the preheated oven until done.
  8. Let them cool before eating them. 

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