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Someone messaged me and said that my name seems arabic. 
My name I made up and the name Sosso was already taken. Turns out although that Sasso means stone in Italian, that's kind of cool, but now lots of guys think I'm Italian.
But out of curiosity to see if my name meant anything else, I tried googling it.

Here's my new game. Google your name, then copy paste the first result you get here!

Here's mine- http://sasso.co.nz/

This restaurant is actually a 3 hour drive away from where I live, and restaurants in Queenstown are REALLY good (Queenstwon is basically a massive tourist trap)

Link to previous chapter 
http://www.mnfclub.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=1372

Well finally done with super insane work period, feast or famine time.  So now in a big lull so can continue with the Adventures of Lady Cyntihia Foster-Parker.  

This chapter is a bit slower paced as she get's a garrison duty, and some of the less savory elements of aristocratic politics come into play.  First part of chapter 5 will be posted before Saturday.

This is an old piece of mine that I just found going through some old notebooks, I was like 13 or 14 when I wrote this one.


Do I really have a chance?
Can I really take the first step?

I don't know anything of this
But I won't give up

Don't know what you think
And that is making me go crazy

I just need you to give me a chance
So I can prove to you
That I can make you happy

I don't want to hurt you
Don't want to make you feel alone

I just want to hold you
Protect you, take care of you
To warm you in those cold nights

Hello my friends,

This poem was written in a single afternoon, but the subject matter had been tossing and turning in my mind for a good while now. I wanted to pay homage to a very special lady, beloved by all, and one of the most important member of our online community... here's to you, Tania.

Uma mulher em plena floração
 
The ashes of her fiery rebirth glittering
Like stardust sown across the night sky’s velvet cloth,
She walks the Land anew, unfettered, and from troth
Delivered, standing tall and proud, freely blooming
With sparkling, colorful mien and heady fragrance
Laden with subtle hints of passion and romance;
 
     Lo! Here she comes, a senhora renascida,
     Stunningly beautiful in her simplicity,
     Beloved pillar of our unique community,
     A flower by any other name: miss Tania!
 
Reborn through the slow, painful ordeal of broken
Promises, betrayed yet faithful to the very last,
She endured, rising over the ruins of the past
Like the radiant orb of the morning sun, woken
From darkened dreams shackling her creativity,
Now free to express her newfound sensitivity;
 
     Lo! Here she is, uma dona magnífica,
     True daughter of Lusitanian nobility,
     Alluring queen of seductive maturity,
     Alma indomável... simplesmente Tania!


Ivan

P.S. I fervently hope my timid attempt to employ a few Portuguese words was done correctly; I apologize in advance to the whole Portuguese-speaking community for any grammatical errors and/or nonsensical use of certain terms.... desculpai !

Hello! Cath's here for the prep of an event!

I don't know if you're doing something for this Halloween, (I don't) and I was wonderingly if you would like to do something that day...

So... should we make an event?

And say what you would like to see!

My first try for womens clothing ;-))
.. Just nice for Halloween ;-))

   

Hello all,

I haven't posted my writings in ages... lots of things happened in the past few months, and most of them none too pleasant. But I plan on gradually coming back to the forum and be an active participant again.

Here is my latest offering, thanks in no small part to a new Muse who rekindled my creativity and fires up my imagination; I hope you'll like it.

Without further ado...

Autumn Dream

 The morning air is cool and crisp, night frost melting
Under the rising orb's pallid rays. Wispy strands
Of slumber dissipate, oneiric neverlands
Effaced by wakeful consciousness, yet enduring
 
     Dream images of vivid clarity linger;
     On a southern shore blessed with tranquil, sunlitten
     Stretches of undulating sand I was smitten
     By a breathtaking sight rising from the water...
 
There you stood in glorious, arousing nakedness,
Fiery nereid of flame-colored locks wetly
Glistening in the light, fine droplets of salty
Dew dotting your fair skin. The sea breeze's caress
 
     Carried the spicy tang of lustful desire
     Radiating hotly from your shapely curves,
     Stoking the fire already searing my nerves...
     As your emerald-hued eyes beckoned me nigher
 
Deep carnal impulses took over unrestrained;
As I ravished you with sudden, feral passion,
We tumbled down, embracing in wild abandon,
Roughly copulating in the tide, sustained
 
     By each other's moans and cries of surging pleasure.
     Soon climactic outcome washed over our entwined,
     Quivering bodies... Sated at last, we reclined
     In the receding surf, witnessing at leisure
 
The glow of sunset setting ablaze the foaming
crests of the ocean gently lapping at our feet.
Such is the remembered dream, told without conceit,
That gladdens my soul on this bright autumn morning.

Ivan

Recent changes,
Recent mistakes,
What else could you do
What else could you say?

We were always here
Always there for you

A simple word would be enough
A simple gesture could be forever
Just don't stop
Don't loose hope

A friendly reminder
A warm welcoming hug