I told you I would write about the poll, the one to your right – it has been there for so long that you may have poll blindness by now. That is why it is still up. It stays up there, just hanging around until it is all written about. (That is the rather tenous link to that great picture above.)
It thrilled and amazed me that people clicked the poll. I loved it.
I am hoping to be forgiven if I do another one. I like that communication. It is like hearing whispers in the trees. Writing a blog is a bit like being haunted in the best way. You know you are being watched but not totally by whom or why. I like the indications I get from polls, the clues. But I will have to be cunning and ask the right questions so it may take a while to come up with the next one.
But I want to write a post about every answer and (maybe I have spent too long with Dev) I will start at the bottom.
Hi, Poppy, you are what I suspected girls were like (1%, 1 Votes)
This surprised me. I thought more people would click this answer.
I am rubbish at statistics and am aware of all the false deductions one can make but I will do my best to ponder.
I used to think I was one of a kind but not in a good way. But as I write (and as girls write to me) I realised two things. Firstly that I am not a terrible person and secondly that I am a lot like other girls. I like both of these things.
I think we girls share an awful lot.
I think we want attention that is penetrating. Not the kind of attention where the man we love always agrees with us and tells us how perfect we are – I think that bores us and scares us. We know we will screw up and if he tells us we are great at times like that then all will be lost and we will fail on a cataclysmic scale.
I think we want to be desired. I think we want a man (not just any man but the man) to look at us and want us deeper than he has ever wanted anything, even just for a moment. We want the flush that edges on fear as we catch his eyes and see something almost of the predator in them. We want that predator gaze sometimes to be for a kiss, or maybe for more, but I like decorum. But we also want him to stare at us very hard because he knows he is about to spank us, that he has to spank us.
We want the biggest thing in his whole world to be, at that moment, to take us over his lap, over the back on a chair, over the bed, standing bent over his arm, and to bare us. We want him to see in his mind’s eye our bottoms, red and marked with his efforts. We want his muscles to flicker as they anticipate holding us down and holding us steady until the sacred moment when we acquiesce.
We want him to know, as much as he knows he needs air to breathe, that he wishes to make us yield and to make us mind him.
There are variations on this theme. Some of us yearn and sit open mouthed at words like “punish” and “obey” (that would be me) whilst others want to experience “submission” from the start. They do not wish for the play in three parts. These girls do not have the conflict and the reuniting as key players in the drama.
But if you are a man who likes girls who dream of things like this, I really just wanted to tell you that we are here.
We girls also want chocolate*. I do not know if that needed saying but it is as well to mention it.
* I am quite well aware that there are some girls out there who do not want their share of chocolate. That is quite all right. They may donate their portion to me. I will help them. They may have my brussel sprouts. Blugh.
Poppy, I love how you tackle these deep topics, and then turn around and make me laugh at the end. Thank you. You may have some of my chocolate, but I do not want your brussel sprouts. If you have any turnips, I will take those
Poppy, good morning.
Those of us who have been reading here since the beginning, know what sort of girl you are, the very best.
I’m a chocoholic, may I send you my temptations, brussel sprouts are indeed blah, but if you don’t like broccoli, I’ll take that in exchange.
Great pictures, looking forward to poll post number two.
Enjoy the day,
Love and warm hugs,
Paul.
Hi Poppy
You can have my chocolates! But Brussels sprouts… Do you have anything else to trade?
Sweet post, have a happy Sunday!
X
Maria
Thank you, Em. I think both thinking and smiling matters. I will send turnips forthwith.
Good morning, Paul, I love broccoli! Yummmy and cabbage and most other veggies. It is only brussel sprouts that make me shudder. I am overly fond of cooked carrots though.
We will share our choccies, you and I.
Hi, Maria, thank you. Thank you for your choccies too! How about my red wine? You may have that as a trade.
Poppy, I love the last picture ! I wouldn’t mind sharing some of that extra chocolate with you, I will trade anything not made of chocolate.
Oh dear, not only do I like brussel sprouts but I grow them in the garden!
I do like your pictures Poppy, but it is usually words that touch me more, however that girl, at peace, asleep, with her red bottom, hmmm?
Uuuuhhhh, red vine! Now you’re talking…
And maybe in your company, too?
Hugs,
M
Yes. All that. Is EXACTLY what I want – you put it so beautifully. And sorry, but I am not very good at sharing my chocolate, although for that post I might just let you have a piece!
You know, Poppy, I’ve been coming here all this time and I never noticed your poll. Now that I look at it I see you have come up with some really creative questions. Nice work.
K, thank you. You may have some of my cooked carrots (although why I would ever cook carrots is beyond me.)
Alice, you are most industrious and you shall be rewarded with copious amounts of sprouts which you may eat all yourself. I love that picture too because it is just how I would like to feel.
Maria, deal. I would love to drink some “vine” together. Rioja?
Vanessa, how kind and chocolate shared from such an afficianado (if I spelt that right I want a prize) as yourself is even more delicious.
Karl, thank you. I enjoyed thinking of them. After this poll I may well do another. Well, I say after this poll but I mean after I have written about this poll. It may take a while.
Poppy, I have been off having a wonderful weekend, but I’m glad I didn’t miss this post. Actually, it’s kind of delicious to have this to read, all saved up for Sunday night.
Reading you here was the first place that I felt like I was maybe like other girls in the way I felt, and it made me brave enough to say what I needed to say. But you were brave first.
I love the picture with the chocolates. I’m sure I look like that when I eat Hershey’s Kisses, although I have to ban them from the house or I would eat a whole bag. I do NOT want to trade for brussel sprouts, or turnips. I will have some nice broccoli with Paul.