<?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-6148162064468012819</id><updated>2011-07-08T12:49:50.448+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Veiled Secrets</title><subtitle type='html'>Keeping on top of the game, being myself and devouring all the business men on the way, you are not that strong, you are actually rather weak and here is my blog to prove it!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-6313169909572788555</id><published>2009-09-23T21:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T21:13:03.231+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby!</title><content type='html'>So I am surviving JUST and my last nerve is about to snap!&lt;br /&gt;I do not know what it is about males, when they are ill they are big babies!&lt;br /&gt;There is someone at the office right now who is sick, they are sneezing and coughing all over people, plants and paper and if you ask him a question he answers you like he is on his last leg! &lt;br /&gt;You ask a question and no matter what he is doing at the time he will slowly turn to you and gasp then clutch his chest and begin to speak. I am on doctors orders not to work so he was just pissing me off to no end, I finally snapped today. &lt;br /&gt;He walked into my office and started splattering all his germs over the place, I pointed to the door and asked him to leave, he looked stunned at me so I pointed again followed with instructions on what to do and where to go. After leaving my office I got a call, it was him asking if he was able to come to my office, "No" I replied then he went into a big song and dance about it being so important and that a client was mad and blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;I am having enough shit on my plate right now I do not need to be hit with whatever illness has banged him up. I find it very disrespectful to come into anyone's office or place of work only to snot and sneeze all over other people.&lt;br /&gt;I have placed a no entry sign on my door now and left a paper hanging there so people can write name and extension number so I can get in contact with them, I have never seen my office so quiet and the people in the building so scared of me, I love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-6313169909572788555?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/6313169909572788555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=6313169909572788555&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/6313169909572788555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/6313169909572788555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2009/09/baby.html' title='Baby!'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-1929302873894143790</id><published>2009-09-08T14:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T14:09:51.405+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Am still here</title><content type='html'>Things have been insane here since I got back from London. I had an amazing time when I was there and I was able to relax for the first time in years! and I tell you I deserved it!&lt;br /&gt;since being back shit has hit the fan, A family members cancer has come back and time is now short with them, it is hitting the family hard, very hard. My new study is driving me nuts! it is in a different language so it is really testing, but I am passing with flying colours. Then there is work on top of it all and it has been also very demanding, the last 2 weeks I have been doing nothing less the 12 hours days and to add a little icing to the cake I have twisted my spine and getting therapy.&lt;br /&gt;Is there any bright side? sure there is, This Sunday is my Birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-1929302873894143790?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/1929302873894143790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=1929302873894143790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/1929302873894143790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/1929302873894143790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2009/09/am-still-here.html' title='Am still here'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-6921969688652560569</id><published>2009-08-01T14:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T14:45:24.092+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting down</title><content type='html'>The time has come, I am counting down till vacation. Originally it was going to be a work/vacation mixed kind of thing but now it is all pleasure! I can not wait, I am not sure if I have4 enough spending money for shoes but lets face it what female ever has enough shoes or money to buy them? it is a never ending story this female love of shoes, for me it is a drug, it is a love it is life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-6921969688652560569?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/6921969688652560569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=6921969688652560569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/6921969688652560569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/6921969688652560569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2009/08/counting-down.html' title='Counting down'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-3096181343309991787</id><published>2009-07-31T18:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T14:57:24.277+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no hear!</title><content type='html'>That is the words I heard on the other end of the phone late last night when I answered it. My nose all screwed up at the really bad slang and then I realised who it was.&lt;br /&gt;"Hello boy" I replied and then the line went deadly quiet.&lt;br /&gt;It was a boy I know who I have also had the pleasure of having some fun with, I mean after business is taken care of ;-)  He is an accountant and has helped me many times when it has come to some accounting questions and he is most helpful when it is time to do the taxes, my goodness some things you can claim on these days, it is just amazing.&lt;br /&gt;It was lovely to get back in contact with the boy and I look forward to seeing him kneel in his suit once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-3096181343309991787?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/3096181343309991787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=3096181343309991787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/3096181343309991787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/3096181343309991787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2009/07/long-time-no-hear.html' title='Long time no hear!'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-2714371328251163566</id><published>2009-07-27T09:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T14:56:46.470+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Every now and then</title><content type='html'>I have this habit, I do not know if it is a good one or a bad one but I never delete people from my phone, well that was till recently.&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then I just go through my list and see who is in my phone book, I have a few little giggles and on a rare chance I even delete some and then there are the people I will never delete from my phone book, beachboy is one I shall never delete. Beachboy is the one I have talked about before that I go to the cinema with and we love every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;I had not heard from him in a few weeks so I presumed he was to and fro from Zurich with work so I sent him a text message to see how things were. Mmmmm I love getting his answers it just makes me want to jump on a plane to visit him (which could be very easily arranged!) We texted a little and chatted and then he dropped a bombshell and my jaw just dropped to the ground, he was missing certain things so much that he paid for it! yeah you keep guessing what it is I shall never say, but if you know me you know what it is ;-) he spent OVER 2500euro in 1 night!!! my god you know how many shoes that can buy? When he lands back in the country I shall be clearing my agenda to teach this little beachboy a lesson or 2!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-2714371328251163566?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/2714371328251163566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=2714371328251163566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/2714371328251163566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/2714371328251163566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2009/07/every-now-and-then.html' title='Every now and then'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-6239912813055204765</id><published>2009-07-21T12:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T14:57:58.374+01:00</updated><title type='text'>So quiet</title><content type='html'>As most of you know I have not been around for a little, it has also shown in my visitors per week, I might just have to change that soon.&lt;br /&gt;Well things should be back to normal soon and I shall share some of the stories with you of things that have been happening around here.&lt;br /&gt;So till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-6239912813055204765?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/6239912813055204765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=6239912813055204765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/6239912813055204765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/6239912813055204765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-quiet_21.html' title='So quiet'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-3072255863270871906</id><published>2009-07-19T08:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T09:58:23.250+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Veiled Secrets why will you do that?</title><content type='html'>On twitter last night I was just talking to a fellow Dominant female friend of mine and she was interested in some necklaces I made, so I made a comment of making some knock off's of Otazu, if you do not know the jewellery designer then I presume you have been living under a rock!&lt;br /&gt;So when I woke up this morning Mr Otazu has added me to hit twitter and left me the message "Why would you do that?" well I do not know how to feel, I guess honoured as he is following me on twitter, but I think he is offended I said I make knock off's of his jewellery, well not really knock off's, it is more like I see the stuff he makes and then my imagination and inspiration juices start flowing, thought other things make me get inspiration, buildings, a walk in the forest. I think I worded things incorrectly, I do not make knock off's of his work, I am inspired by his work.&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who do not know, yeah I make jewellery to help me relax, I need it after a day at the office with the half twits I work with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-3072255863270871906?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/3072255863270871906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=3072255863270871906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/3072255863270871906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/3072255863270871906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2009/07/veiled-secrets-why-will-you-do-that.html' title='Veiled Secrets why will you do that?'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-7534510985343126466</id><published>2009-07-15T17:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T17:47:10.407+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy as a bee</title><content type='html'>Wow it has been forever since I blogged but life has not be short of excitement.&lt;br /&gt;I have planned a week away, I am not going to far, just to London, I will be travelling with my daughter and a friend, I have had a few complaints about that from some of you subbies because you want a session, well here is a deal boys, I am in London from 12th till 19th of August, you have the time, money and hotel room I am free at nights!&lt;br /&gt;Now how is that for a lovely visit to London? I know I am licking my lips!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-7534510985343126466?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/7534510985343126466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=7534510985343126466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/7534510985343126466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/7534510985343126466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2009/07/busy-as-bee.html' title='Busy as a bee'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-7536515165114782064</id><published>2009-07-07T19:26:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T19:28:12.174+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I am rolling my eyes at this stage</title><content type='html'>My goodness enough all ready, he was 50kg when he died, not even enough to feed the worms. I am so sick of hearing about it, I am disgusted about the shit CNN have been talknig about, he is dead let the dude RIP and get a grip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-7536515165114782064?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/7536515165114782064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=7536515165114782064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/7536515165114782064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/7536515165114782064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-rolling-my-eyes-at-this-stage.html' title='I am rolling my eyes at this stage'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-2354882420943127096</id><published>2009-07-03T13:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T13:54:55.288+01:00</updated><title type='text'>So quiet</title><content type='html'>Well life has not been so quiet but I have been quiet on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;There is not a lot to update people on, life is life and I deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;I have veiled secrets on twitter now, I did have it on lock so no one but people I follow can read my messages but then I thought "what the fuck am I thinking?" I have people follow me, stalk me and ex friends who just love to get the dirt on me, well feel free I really do not give a crap and you are wiped from my life.&lt;br /&gt;It was something I held onto for a while but something that happened today made me laugh so damned hard I realised I was wasting energy.&lt;br /&gt;Well am off to do some window shopping as this smile on my face will not be gone for a very very long time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-2354882420943127096?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/2354882420943127096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=2354882420943127096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/2354882420943127096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/2354882420943127096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-quiet.html' title='So quiet'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-4762782100321848632</id><published>2009-05-13T18:10:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T18:14:52.085+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Not always so interesting</title><content type='html'>After Monday and Tuesday being somewhat fun at work it all simmered today which is good and bad, the good part is that work is less stressful and can go with the flow and get more done without idiots bursting into the room every 2 minutes, the bad part is deadlines are another day closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Idiot desk took a few more victims today, some for the 2nd and 3rd time, seriously they are true idiots!&lt;br /&gt;Life is not always exciting, just another ordinary day in the life is Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-4762782100321848632?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/4762782100321848632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=4762782100321848632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/4762782100321848632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/4762782100321848632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-always-so-interesting.html' title='Not always so interesting'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-6458993807573789445</id><published>2009-05-12T19:20:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T20:02:26.093+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Meaning of the idiot desk</title><content type='html'>As I promised, I was going to tell you why I have named my new visitors desk the idiot desk. You all read what happened yesterday I hope, and like always I always have a reason why I do things and today it all happened how expected it to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many time a day people pull me up at work and complained that I have an eye for detail and am to observant, why do they complain about it? because it means more work for them, I am not a person to leave gaps in work, have it all worked out even look into the unexpected as you never know when it is going to happen. Never get caught off guard, in my line of work that will make a company crumble to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was the first full day of the idiot desk, I knew it would get used a lot today as it was a busy day, idiots coming in and out of the office all day. As they were ready to dump their arse at my desk I pointed to the idiot desk, it was only when they sat down they laughed at the "name" of the desk and questioned me. &lt;br /&gt;"Veiled why is it called the idiot desk?"&lt;br /&gt;"you will find out soon enough I am sure" I replied to them all.&lt;br /&gt;Without fail every single person who sat at the idiot desk found out how it got it's name and I bet you want to know why also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember at the start of this post I said how people always pick me up and complain about me always wanting details and being to "observant"? Today I made them feel what it is like to forget details and to not be observant. You recall I said I put a hanging plant above the desk also? That plant was a little to the side of the chair so if you were not being observant and not noticing details if you pushed your chair back only a little and stood up you would hit your head on it.&lt;br /&gt;I had the desk on such an angle that people would shift the chair in such a way that BAM you hit your head on the plant.&lt;br /&gt;So the idiots went something like this&lt;br /&gt;"Ha ha funny name for a desk, how did it get it's name?"&lt;br /&gt;Veiled "You will find out soon enough"&lt;br /&gt;idiot goes to leave, stands up, I hear a clunk.&lt;br /&gt;idiot " ouch, fuck, damn it"&lt;br /&gt;I do not even raise my eyes to look at them I keep working and reply&lt;br /&gt;"Idiot"&lt;br /&gt;they leave mumbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent a memo around as I was leaving today and I quote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The idiot desk has claimed it's 12 victim, to not me the 13th, only details and observation will save you"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-6458993807573789445?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/6458993807573789445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=6458993807573789445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/6458993807573789445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/6458993807573789445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2009/05/meaning-of-idiot-desk.html' title='The Meaning of the idiot desk'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-5667287349174547617</id><published>2009-05-12T10:12:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T10:12:51.518+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Idiot desk</title><content type='html'>As I said yesterday, it was a true Monday feeling when someone woke me up at some stupid arse hour of the morning to talk about work, mind you it was a department of work I have nothing to do with so when I was in the office he really heard what was on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day went by slowly until person after person come into the office asking all these stupid questions that had nothing to do with me, I had enough, all these people messing up my desk by moving things aside to put their laptops down. Pissed off with the idiots I got someone from the office to find me a spare desk, I sat it a little in the corner, I have now named it the idiot desk, it has its own name plaque even a plant on the desk and a hanging plant above it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it called the idiot desk?  You will have to ready tomorrow blog to find out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-5667287349174547617?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/5667287349174547617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=5667287349174547617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/5667287349174547617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/5667287349174547617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2009/05/idiot-desk.html' title='The Idiot desk'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-1164478492819896747</id><published>2009-05-11T07:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T07:41:23.723+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Monday</title><content type='html'>It is 8:30am, it is Monday and it already sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was awake till midnight ironing my shirts, skirts and suits and already at 7am idiots were calling me with things to do with work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be a very very interesting day, I know now there are going to be some arses kicked, I just wish I could really physically kick their balls or arse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am off, time to verbally abuse some idiots at the office.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-1164478492819896747?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/1164478492819896747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=1164478492819896747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/1164478492819896747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/1164478492819896747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-monday.html' title='It&apos;s Monday'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-5692306698751134158</id><published>2009-05-08T17:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T18:05:53.302+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It is dry and crunchy</title><content type='html'>So did the heading get your twisted minds to read the blog further? That is a comment I got today, "It is dry and crunchy." &lt;br /&gt;Now let me clear a few things up first. As the regular readers know I work with men, I work in a "man's world" and the truth be known it really pisses the males off that they have to answer to me. Out of the ump-teen offices I work out of there is only a handful of females in the building and they are just there to answer the phone, when I say I work in a man's world I really mean it.&lt;br /&gt;So here is a short list of things that I hear on a regular basis that relate to what happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* click, click, click, there goes Veiled in them heels&lt;br /&gt;* Do you always have to smell so good?&lt;br /&gt;* Prim, proper and penis pirate (it is a saying where I live meaning I take their manhood away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was walking into one of the offices today to pick someone up to go to a lunch meeting, they were not there so I left a note telling them to come and get me. It really pisses me off when people do not keep to appointments. So I was sitting behind my desk and some bottom feeder walked in and started  running his mouth off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bottom feeder comments as he walks into my office: " click, click, click, I heard you walking down the hall didn't anyone invent silent heels yet?"&lt;br /&gt;Veiled: you know you love hearing me walk down the hall as I see you looking at my shoes all the time.&lt;br /&gt;bf: Yeah that's maybe true but it is the smell that follows you that gets all them men looking.&lt;br /&gt;V: Is that so? why does it my smell turns you on?&lt;br /&gt;bottom feeder blushes: Well you are the only female hierarchy here and well, powerful females are, well you know?&lt;br /&gt;V: No I don't tell me!&lt;br /&gt;bottom feeder: You just smell good ok? even your office smells good!&lt;br /&gt;*bottom feeder looks towards my desk and raises an eyebrow* &lt;br /&gt;bottom feeder: So your waiting for bob huh? oh wow I have never seen candy that colour before, can I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I could even answer him he has picked up a "candy" and shoved it in his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V: nice?&lt;br /&gt;bottom feeder: Eeerrr not really it is dry and crunchy, it taste old. Should it taste like this?&lt;br /&gt;V: I would not know I have never tried eating potpourri before.&lt;br /&gt;bottom feeder starts spitting it out into his hand and starts mumbling as he leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the day there was a memo sent around by email warning people that my office smells nice because of the potpourri on my desk and it may look like strange candy but it is not and a little P.S down the bottom said "cover the manhood when entering" (maybe it was because I was in a unable to tolerate "no bullshit" mood today)&lt;br /&gt;So a warning when walking into my office, it smells good and I do not tolerate crap from anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-5692306698751134158?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/5692306698751134158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=5692306698751134158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/5692306698751134158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/5692306698751134158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-is-dry-and-crunchy.html' title='It is dry and crunchy'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-5269713299542995245</id><published>2009-05-07T14:54:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T15:05:30.422+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Mr Shit for brains,</title><content type='html'>Today when I was driving home I was so happy and then you come into view!&lt;br /&gt;Speeding and acting like a wild freak dodging in and out of traffic and breaking every road rule in existence , then you found it necessary to get so far up my arse you would have only got closer if you were on my roof rack.&lt;br /&gt;So being the careful road user that I am lowered my speed to the correct and legal limit, it just happened to be a coincidence that I was next to a truck, your flashing of the headlights did not bother me, actually it made me realise that my window was dirty, front and back and I just had to spray water to clean them, goodness me I did not know it would make you more angry and try to push me faster by just about mounting your car on my back bumper.&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr Shit for brains, I hope that you got to your business meeting ok, I hope you did not feel threatened that I took the same exit as you and happened to park at the same car park as you and walk into the same hotel as you, lucky I sat 1 table away from you or you might think I was stalking you. You are just lucky my friend was already waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that respectful business man you were with was not to embarrassed that I come over and let you know how much of a fucking idiot you where while driving, though he seemed more angry at you, so it was a company car you were in huh? all them stickers on the side advertising the company and he was your boss? opss sorry, have a nice day shit for brains!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-5269713299542995245?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/5269713299542995245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=5269713299542995245&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/5269713299542995245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/5269713299542995245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2009/05/dear-mr-shit-for-brains.html' title='Dear Mr Shit for brains,'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-4569366859769928928</id><published>2009-04-26T09:36:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T09:53:25.134+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is it?</title><content type='html'>When I walk into a shop the same thing happens every single time.&lt;br /&gt;I can be dressed in my high heels and business suit or just casual jeans and t-shirt and the same thing happens.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is that I stink or look so ugly people back away in fear, whenever I walk into a crowded place which is usually a shop but also cafes and busy street, people seem to step back.&lt;br /&gt;I once recall being out with a friend of mine on a national holiday, the streets were crammed with people and festivities happening all around us and she was walking around most of the day with her mouth opened, then she turned to me and said "Wow Veiled you part the crowd like Moses parted the red sea." I looked at her and laughed and said it was her, so we put it to the test. &lt;br /&gt;Picture this, a busy street where people are packed in like sardines, she was on the left of the street me on the right, on the count of 3 we walk up the street. It took me about 15 minutes to get to the end of the street and she was not even half way, her arms flapping and waving above her head, it looked like she was drowning in the sea of people. &lt;br /&gt;I am not the most pretty lady in the town and I am far from the ugliest, the friend I was with was just drop dead sexy so why does this happen to me?&lt;br /&gt;People tell me it is because when they see me I just ooze confidence and that gives me the "power" to get attention or the attention not to mess with me. Many male friends say I make them feel submissive, this coming from males who know nothing of the D/s world, others say "well I would move aside and I got no bloody clue why"&lt;br /&gt;So why is it I can "part the sea like Moses?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-4569366859769928928?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/4569366859769928928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=4569366859769928928&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/4569366859769928928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/4569366859769928928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-is-it.html' title='Why is it?'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-5035978378590141196</id><published>2009-04-24T10:10:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T22:49:25.728+01:00</updated><title type='text'>**smiles**</title><content type='html'>As you all know things have been rather busy and stressful here lately and I have not been keeping this blog up to date, as of today that will change, Happy?&lt;br /&gt;So today I will start blogging a lot more again and there is also some things I would like to address.&lt;br /&gt;I have had some emails from subs, wanting to "spoil me" but do not have the finances, well first of all spoiling someone does not have to do with money. I get somewhat offended when people think that being a Dominant female by kink and by nature has to do with money! Yes females love to be treated well, a queen even but it does not mean giving out money. Now I have said that I will be talking about money ~chuckles~&lt;br /&gt;So some of you want to spoil me and do not have the money, well there are some small things you can do to make me happy and it would only cost a postage stamp!&lt;br /&gt;Then there are other things you can do that will put a few cents now and then into my paypal.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to know about the one that costs a postage stamp email me and I shall tell you, as for the 2nd option read on.&lt;br /&gt;There are 2 blogs that have advertising on them that in the end the payment will come to me.&lt;br /&gt;You can only click the advertisement once from your IP address, so out of the 4 advertisements on the blogs I would like you to go back daily to click a different one and keep an eye on it to see if they chance as this will be a ongoing thing!&lt;br /&gt;Simple right? click an advertisement and I get paid, not a lot but it shall all build up.&lt;br /&gt;As of this evening there will be some advertisements for you to click on the following 2 blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sandsofthyme.blogspot.com/" target="_new"&gt;Sand of Thyme&lt;/a&gt; (you can see the text under "sponsored links")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tiddlywinks.imaginationmadness.com/" target="_new"&gt;Tiddles&lt;/a&gt; (it is the pictured banners on the left also some texts links.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is always the paypal donation button at the top of this blog.&lt;br /&gt;I have $2500 of lawyers bills and I want them paid Yesterday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-5035978378590141196?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/5035978378590141196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=5035978378590141196&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/5035978378590141196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/5035978378590141196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2009/04/smiles.html' title='**smiles**'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-3265778207683569262</id><published>2009-03-20T10:53:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-20T11:04:11.218Z</updated><title type='text'>A not so happy update.</title><content type='html'>As you have seen I have been silent for a while, there has been a lot on my plate and I was trying to handle it but it has become very hard as I seem to also be carrying a lot of people with the same stress and I am about to break.&lt;br /&gt;On March 5 Dad (not my natural father but I call him Dad) was diagnosed with LEMS  (Lambert-Eaton Myasthenic Syndrome) and also lung cancer, from there we knew it was going to be hard times ahead but we seen the future bright. March 13th (happened to be a Friday also) we found out that he also had 2 tumours in the brain. I like to keep positive but the reality is that Dad will only be here for a few more months.&lt;br /&gt;He is coming home from hospital today from a three day chemo treatment and we are all crossing our fingers the chemo will help some.&lt;br /&gt;The last weeks have been a stress, I can not even put it into words and this weekend I have to try to explain to my 9 year old what is happening to her grandfather (Opa), it was only November when her Great Grand mother passed over and for the last year my best friend has been fighting breast cancer, I do not know how she is going to react, I still do not know what to tell her, she can see Opa is sick from the LEMS because he is unable to do as much as he use to but to tell her that he has cancer is not easy, I even think I do not tell her that part, I really do not know, AARRGGG I just do not know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-3265778207683569262?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/3265778207683569262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=3265778207683569262&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/3265778207683569262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/3265778207683569262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2009/03/not-so-happy-update.html' title='A not so happy update.'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-6356540965530324977</id><published>2009-03-09T17:59:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-09T18:02:57.756Z</updated><title type='text'>Clearing out.</title><content type='html'>My lovely shoes are going, do not panic not all of them! all my boots and stilettos are staying.&lt;br /&gt;I have some open toe shoes that have to do, they do not go with anything I own.&lt;br /&gt;I shall be taking pics of them soon to let you know how bad my taste use to be all that time ago (they are only 1 and 2 years old!)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, who is up for a shopping trip with me?&lt;br /&gt;Who is going to slip the new shoes on and off my feet while walking store to store, ohh I am well overdue for a shoe shopping spree, all I need is the credit card and the sub to carry all the bags!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-6356540965530324977?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/6356540965530324977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=6356540965530324977&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/6356540965530324977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/6356540965530324977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2009/03/clearing-out.html' title='Clearing out.'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-6473022833072800319</id><published>2009-03-04T17:42:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-04T17:47:29.856Z</updated><title type='text'>Thank you</title><content type='html'>For Valentines I had someone send me an Amazon voucher, thank you for that but there is a problem, I have no clue  what to get with it. Ok Shoes I can always use more  shoes, goodness me I am starting to drool thinking about it, then I think, well I am always buying shoes and yes my goal is to own over 365 of them and because of me buying shoes I put off other things I want to buy.&lt;br /&gt;I have wanted a portable DVD player for ever and a day, it will help me pass the boredom on long trips I have and I have many many downloaded movies I have not seen because of no time yet on the long trips I can watch them, great idea right?&lt;br /&gt;So my question is this, would the person who gave me a voucher be offended if I get something like a portable DVD player instead? and if not, who is giving me another voucher to pay for the outstanding amount?  **chuckles**&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day boys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-6473022833072800319?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/6473022833072800319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=6473022833072800319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/6473022833072800319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/6473022833072800319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2009/03/thank-you.html' title='Thank you'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-4166050209215014157</id><published>2009-02-18T11:13:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-18T11:43:04.058Z</updated><title type='text'>I love the Cinema!</title><content type='html'>Before I start on telling you why I love the Cinema, I shall inform you (Though I think you know) A lot of my wish list things can not be sent to me (stupid UK crap) So I am transferring it all over to the German Amazon, how hard can it be to click something in German right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Cinema, I love it, correction I love it when I am with my usual cinema date!&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend I was ill and felt like crap, though I was able to roll myself out of bed, grab the cloths hanging over my lazy butler put them on and go to the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;Now this is not just any old date I go with to the cinema, the person I go with just KNOWS it makes me relax, KNOWS it calms me and takes all the stresses and the worries of the world away!&lt;br /&gt;I always smile and have flash backs when I see him, yes it is a him, are you jealous now?&lt;br /&gt;We have this strange click- non- click thing going, I know that does not make and sense at all but to me it does, he is submissive, a real nipple slut and how can one not love a nipple slut!  He is smart, very intelligent and as an added bonus handsome, a gentleman and strong minded.&lt;br /&gt;So over the weekend we went to the cinema, it seems to be our spot. Before we went to catch a movie we went for a drink, our conversation I always find interesting as he is able to talk about anything though I just love to talk about anything and then for no reason at all change the subject to something completely different. When we first met I seen his mind clicking over to keep up, now it is like water off a ducks back as he knows me to well (In some areas) I do need to change that to keep him on his toes. So while having a wine and him having a beer we chatted, picked out a movie and got me in a mood, he just does it to me. He moved his foot under the table and accidentally knocked my foot, that was the start to it all, I told him to keep his foot there and i started with my heel slowly going up and down his leg or digging into his leg, it was so subtle I do not think he noticed but who cares I did. He went to pay and we went off to the movie.&lt;br /&gt;Arriving in the cinema I wanted popcorn and I seen chocolate popcorn, hey it is chocolate I had to try it, god was that a mistake! and it was out of date (I found out the day after)&lt;br /&gt;The lights went down the volume got louder and I had to giggle when one of the commercials was for the cinema and their catch line is "A movie gift voucher it is the best gift in the dark"  Oh goodness if they only knew what I do to this poor poor boy in the cinema I might get banned.&lt;br /&gt;The movie started and so did the undressing! The undressing of him, I just love undoing his shirt buttons, finding them nipples and tweaking the hell out of them. I love to see him throw his head back and taking in deep breaths, his body shaking with desire, his inability to watch a whole movie, the slut talk I give him and knowing what is to come after the movie! Though this time I was working on something different, I wanted him so worked up that he would orgasm in the cinema but to my disappointment he was not wearing the best of pants to tease him in.&lt;br /&gt;So the break at the middle of the movie come and the lights got brighter and his nipples were already sensitive and poking out of his unbuttoned shirt, good god he is handsome like that!&lt;br /&gt;When the break was over I got back to the nipples and I tell you all right now, I could do that all night! Even though we were both tired and could fall asleep, tweaking nipples can keep me awake any time!&lt;br /&gt;After the movie we went back to my car and found out we had been locked into the parking garage so as a gentleman would he ordered a taxi to take us back to his car then he drove me home, it was a fun and entertaining night, though the one regret I have is not getting back to a hotel room or his house to finish things ;-)  you know what I mean, everything from spanking to.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little Cinema boy when do we go out again? I have some unfinished business with you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-4166050209215014157?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/4166050209215014157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=4166050209215014157&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/4166050209215014157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/4166050209215014157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-love-cinema.html' title='I love the Cinema!'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-2113790525646245419</id><published>2009-02-12T20:27:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:32:31.482Z</updated><title type='text'>It is time</title><content type='html'>So it seems to be the time I make a wish list, yes can you believe it that I never had one?&lt;br /&gt;So I tried to treat myself to shoes (like you would have never guessed) Also some other things that are my passion like taking pictures though I did not want to be to greedy, in saying that I also founf Amazon has hot diamonds!&lt;br /&gt;So here is the run down, many many shoes, yeah I love them, my all time favourite perfume! My last one just finished some weeks ago, what timing! Ohh heck just go look at&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/registry/wishlist/3V0YD94CD6FVI/ref=cm_wl_sortbar_v_page_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;page=1"&gt;my wish list&lt;/a&gt; will you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S needless to say there is more to add when I figure out Amazon a little better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-2113790525646245419?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/2113790525646245419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=2113790525646245419&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/2113790525646245419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/2113790525646245419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-is-time.html' title='It is time'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-112511018010600940</id><published>2009-02-06T09:19:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-06T09:22:28.771Z</updated><title type='text'>Am off</title><content type='html'>I have had the busiest week this week, between work, meetings, work work an d work, I have also been looking after my friend who has just had some serious surgery.&lt;br /&gt;I am going away for the weekend to regroup and will be back Monday all bright eyed and bushy tailed!&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend I shall be thinking of ways to raise money for my friend, or I just demand it from you, though I think you rather own a pair of my shoes or stockings right?&lt;br /&gt;Well I speak to you all on money, drop me a comment or a mail and if you feel like helping out my friend my "donate" button will be changing from shoe fund to help my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-112511018010600940?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/112511018010600940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=112511018010600940&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/112511018010600940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/112511018010600940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2009/02/am-off.html' title='Am off'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-3285930628131236164</id><published>2009-01-29T06:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-29T07:31:37.224Z</updated><title type='text'>Bet you didn't expect another blog so soon!</title><content type='html'>Well it is all hours of the morning and I am up and ready for work again.&lt;br /&gt;Every morning this week I have woken up with pain in my back and this morning is no different, I get up, put a warm patch on my back, take 2 pain killers and off to work. I think I am getting to old! I will be 35 this year you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So little Mark X left me a comment, like he does, the sweet little boy that he is, though I still do not know who he is, hmmm maybe he is the one I should order to come visit me, or me visit him, then it will be no secret who he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone having plans for Valentines? I am sure this year will be the same as every year for me, you so called subbies disappearing when it comes close to Valentines, I am guessing it is because most of you are full of shit and are off with your wives or girlfriends in which to swear black and blue you do not have. I do not ask for anything on Valentines, I am not a demanding bitch in that way, (only in other ways **evil grin**)&lt;br /&gt;I once had a "dream" to have my house filled with flowers, not full to the roof, just enough bunches of flowers they when I looked on my tables there was something there that made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;Ok that is enough dribble from me, I have finished my breakfast and drank 2 glasses of water, the heat patch on my back is really really HOT, so it is time to go de-ice my car and off to work.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your day boys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-3285930628131236164?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/3285930628131236164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=3285930628131236164&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/3285930628131236164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/3285930628131236164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2009/01/bet-you-didnt-expect-another-blog-so.html' title='Bet you didn&apos;t expect another blog so soon!'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-8618213588155573801</id><published>2009-01-27T16:55:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-27T17:00:46.874Z</updated><title type='text'>I am still alive</title><content type='html'>I am sorry for not keeping in contact, then again you should all stay where on your knees by my chair where you belong.&lt;br /&gt;Things on this side of the globe have been somewhat busy and as much as I love things being busy I would really like a break. My world has been turned upside recently and I do not like that!&lt;br /&gt;I have not been able to find time to even write here on something as simple as a blog, I need to have a week of vacation where you boys come and pamper me, so who is offering?&lt;br /&gt;I say who is offering, though I know there is a boy this week that is free and I could not even arrange the time for myself for him to come over. I maybe a Dominant person, I can even be demanding but if someone comes to visit me I also want to show them around this lovely country and to do some things together (I mean other then the obvious you are thinking of ;-)&lt;br /&gt;I need a break, I need to win the lottery now they are my needs and here are my wants!&lt;br /&gt;You to visit, you to work for me around the house, it may even involve hard labour such as painting walls (who knows) I want you by my feet at night when I sleep, I want you to listen,obey an serve, I want you here now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-8618213588155573801?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/8618213588155573801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=8618213588155573801&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/8618213588155573801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/8618213588155573801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-still-alive.html' title='I am still alive'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-8583366448415604664</id><published>2008-12-31T18:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-31T18:15:28.939Z</updated><title type='text'>New year.</title><content type='html'>I am a few hours ahead of time, though I would like to wish you all a happy new year.&lt;br /&gt;If you are reading this then it means you survived Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;I will be asking to collect my late Christmas gifts soon **chuckles with an evil grin**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-8583366448415604664?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/8583366448415604664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=8583366448415604664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/8583366448415604664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/8583366448415604664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-year.html' title='New year.'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-8238754241951319357</id><published>2008-11-25T20:10:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-25T20:12:42.222Z</updated><title type='text'>Does It Hurt?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__CyNcz4iv44/SSxb_duJ78I/AAAAAAAAABs/d2V0UU2u8Oo/s1600-h/stilettos1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 97px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__CyNcz4iv44/SSxb_duJ78I/AAAAAAAAABs/d2V0UU2u8Oo/s320/stilettos1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272690409612111810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh baby, just a little more....that's it... come on, we can do it.&lt;br /&gt;You dirty minded people. I bet I know what you're thinking but you will be wrong! Fashion, you really think I would sacrifice the pain and the agony for fashion? Well you're right! To a certain extent, that is.&lt;br /&gt;My main fetish, (yes, fetish) is stilettos. I love every aspect of them. Putting on a new pair of stilettos can bring me to orgasm. No word of a lie. When taking my first steps in them I can easily reach the big O.&lt;br /&gt;Now that you know that side of me I do not think you will take me seriously if I worked for you, walking into a conference room, my pin stripped suit on, stilettos, lovely manicured nails and my bright smile reflecting through my shiny hair. A very feminine female trying to be taken seriously in a man's world all while trying to keep my kinks, fetishes and desires under control! My fetishes...the things that make me weak in the knees... Stilettos, perfumes,handbags anything feminine and then lets move on to my other side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Submissive males, leather, corsets, dominance! My kind heart will always give in and my sweet smile will make you give in. So what it is do you think you have for me that will keep me happy? Is it your submissive side kneeling before me worshipping my shoes or your credit card to buy the shoes I make you worship? I promise you I am like no one you have ever met before and just sitting having a coffee with me you will see that. I am not all high and mighty on myself but I know who I am and I go by words of others. Here on this blog I will be nothing but an open book and I have no problem with that. It is only you who dare turn the pages, so answer this? Game enough? Man enough? ~wiggles her finger~ I dare you, come closer dare to know me, dare to worship my shoes if you are worthy enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Torturous Temptress Veiled&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-8238754241951319357?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/8238754241951319357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=8238754241951319357&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/8238754241951319357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/8238754241951319357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2008/11/does-it-hurt.html' title='Does It Hurt?'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__CyNcz4iv44/SSxb_duJ78I/AAAAAAAAABs/d2V0UU2u8Oo/s72-c/stilettos1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-8040522220611456480</id><published>2008-11-14T10:06:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-14T10:09:51.879Z</updated><title type='text'>Idiots</title><content type='html'>The next idiot that contacts me and says "Oh you need to do a blog update" I will delete your arse and block you from any contact at all!&lt;br /&gt;As you read in my last blog entry I am busy working on something and there is only 24hours in the day, so unless you pay my bills or do some work for me fuck off and shut up!&lt;br /&gt;Ohh and on another note, "ut" thank you for actually offering to do some work for me, even though he lives over the pond he has offered and has been given the trust to log into some of my things to actually work for me so it is more time I have for other work.&lt;br /&gt;So pay up, step up, or fuck off and wait, pretty simple if you ask me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-8040522220611456480?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/8040522220611456480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=8040522220611456480&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/8040522220611456480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/8040522220611456480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2008/11/idiots.html' title='Idiots'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-3075754352969799266</id><published>2008-11-03T15:57:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-03T16:10:01.552Z</updated><title type='text'>Hello can you hear me?</title><content type='html'>I hope you have all been missing me!&lt;br /&gt;I have been somewhat busy lately and believe me you will all know about it soon.&lt;br /&gt;My little beach babe has had a lot to do with my mind being far away but you will hear about him later, it has been a while since I have written about him.&lt;br /&gt;So what else has been keeping me busy? well work for 1 and then there are 2 side projects I am trying to lift off the ground, 1 is a business idea and needs a lot of time and planning, the other is something to do with BDSM and Secrets  **huge grin** like you did not think my life is about more then that?&lt;br /&gt;I love the trust people have in me when it comes to them telling me secrets, I also know the burden you can have by holding the secret inside. I am about to let you all tell your secrets to me in confidence, and yet letting the world know!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Confused? well stay tuned as before the end of the week you will see what I am meaning.&lt;br /&gt;So think about it, think very hard over what is your deepest, darkest secret you think you can not tell anyone but it is a heavy burden on you?!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-3075754352969799266?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/3075754352969799266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=3075754352969799266&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/3075754352969799266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/3075754352969799266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-can-you-hear-me.html' title='Hello can you hear me?'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-3072446586321399936</id><published>2008-10-22T11:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T11:09:32.004+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh life is bliss</title><content type='html'>I just love it how when there is passion and lust everything just flies out the window.&lt;br /&gt;Just think about it, do you have limits? some things you will not do? but when you are in the height of passion, your mind fogs over from pure ecstasy , at that moment in that blink of a second you will do the things you normally will not?&lt;br /&gt;MMMmm it makes me so warm and fuzzy inside to know I can do that to people and last night it happened to a certain someone, goodness me it has even happened to me!&lt;br /&gt; I am human and what I desire and lust for I shall take ~innocent smile~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-3072446586321399936?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/3072446586321399936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=3072446586321399936&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/3072446586321399936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/3072446586321399936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2008/10/ahh-life-is-bliss.html' title='Ahh life is bliss'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-681196121112381442</id><published>2008-10-07T10:41:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T10:43:42.953+01:00</updated><title type='text'>On my goat!</title><content type='html'>There is this "thing" that keeps annoying me, it is meant to be human and they are so full of shit it makes me sick. Daily this person messages me or calls me and it is annoying.&lt;br /&gt;I put them on block and they still find a way to contact me, it is now enough and they are just pathetic and annoying, well I am a big girl I know how to flick the switch and mentally ignore them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally different subject, mark x I will discover who you are! and yes my laundry load is smaller and my bank account, welllllllllllll lets rob a bank and I will tell you afterwards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-681196121112381442?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/681196121112381442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=681196121112381442&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/681196121112381442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/681196121112381442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2008/10/on-my-goat.html' title='On my goat!'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-6825962985234250196</id><published>2008-10-01T11:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T11:18:36.419+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I am back</title><content type='html'>And I am broke, but what do you expect from a city with so many stielttos?&lt;br /&gt;No really now, I am back home safe and now wish I had a maid as there is a lot of laundry to do and also some groceries.&lt;br /&gt;My trip was lovely I am very relaxed though there is also a lot to complain about, but you expect that from me.&lt;br /&gt;Now it is back to the grinding stone to pay the bills that have piled up over my time away and lets just hope the stress level will stay low for a while or I might have to find me a fin. slave too  LOL&lt;br /&gt;Chow babies, till later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-6825962985234250196?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/6825962985234250196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=6825962985234250196&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/6825962985234250196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/6825962985234250196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-back.html' title='I am back'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-7563482485139283844</id><published>2008-09-25T07:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T07:06:10.947+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we ready yet?</title><content type='html'>It is only a few hours before I take off to England, I have nothing packed yet, my cloths are still in the drier and I do not have a clue what shoes to pack, yes mark I have no idea!&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to jetting off though no one is/was game enough to meet me for lunch or a dinner! heck no one even donated to the shoe fund!&lt;br /&gt;I shall be back in 5 days though I will try to do some updates when at the hotel. Who wants a postcard?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-7563482485139283844?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/7563482485139283844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=7563482485139283844&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/7563482485139283844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/7563482485139283844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2008/09/are-we-ready-yet.html' title='Are we ready yet?'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-6468522104340607702</id><published>2008-09-23T10:42:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T10:45:59.084+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crush button</title><content type='html'>hmm you secret little thing mark, you need to drop me a line before it makes me turn grey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am 2 days before I jet off to the UK, I can not wait, I need the time to TRY to relax, sit back and ponder over a few things, maybe get some shoe shopping in as well, so who is offering to buy me a pair? **chuckles**  or is handling your creditcard a better option?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if there is a rehab. for shoe addicts like myself?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-6468522104340607702?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/6468522104340607702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=6468522104340607702&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/6468522104340607702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/6468522104340607702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2008/09/crush-button.html' title='The Crush button'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-4872351445770369734</id><published>2008-09-19T12:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T12:34:16.403+01:00</updated><title type='text'>So you want to comment?</title><content type='html'>Over the last few weeks I have been raising an eyebrow to little mark x, I have been trying to think of who you are, Do I know you? I have thought of the subs and gentlemen in my life I deal with and I can not recall a mark, I know a marc, hmmmm unless you are my ex brother in law but his English is crap and he has no taste but it is obvious you do.&lt;br /&gt;So little mark, who are you? dare to tell me? or do I know you already but in all my stresses lately it slipped my mind.&lt;br /&gt;here marky marky marky, come out, come out where ever you are!&lt;br /&gt;**shakes panties without skidmarks**  chuckles, you entertaining thing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-4872351445770369734?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/4872351445770369734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=4872351445770369734&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/4872351445770369734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/4872351445770369734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-you-want-to-comment.html' title='So you want to comment?'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-1486158949072415035</id><published>2008-09-16T08:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T08:46:41.189+01:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd life, 2nd time, 2nd hand</title><content type='html'>No one likes to have slops if you know what I mean ;-)  you know stirring the porridge.&lt;br /&gt;if you do not know what I mean by that then you have been living under a rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was talking to a friend and we got onto the subject of second hand items&lt;br /&gt;the conversation lead to what we would and would not buy second hand, we both agreed we would buy a handbag obviously only if it was in good condition and a name brand, Louis Vuitton, Marc Jacobs you get the drift.&lt;br /&gt;We draw the line at clothing, my god they sell second hand underwear and bras how fucking sick is that shit? you would not know who's dirty snatch has been in it.&lt;br /&gt;Shoes, now that raised some interesting thoughts, I say I will never do it, but then again I have done it before, it was a pair of shoes second hand that had never been worn before and also a pair that was only warn once to walk down the red carpet. I have this thing with shoes and feet, I think everyone's feet are dirty and ugly but mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our rules on second hand clothing and accessories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wear shoes that someone with funky fungus feet has been wearing.&lt;br /&gt;Second hand clothes, Never wear a pair of pants if you cannot identify what twat has been inside of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of our conversation I just thought I would throw in some food for thought and I said to my friend, "So buying a second hand book never turn a page after licking your finger, what was the licked finger before you doing!"&lt;br /&gt;Her comment to that was, and I quote  "you're extremely twisted"  tell me something I don't know bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-1486158949072415035?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/1486158949072415035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=1486158949072415035&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/1486158949072415035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/1486158949072415035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2008/09/2nd-life-2nd-time-2nd-hand.html' title='2nd life, 2nd time, 2nd hand'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-8494143566747868390</id><published>2008-09-12T01:13:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T01:16:03.840+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch up!</title><content type='html'>Well it has been a while I have posted, I very much dislike it when work runs me around and I do not have time to post.&lt;br /&gt;A lot has been happening and I can not wait to tell you all about it, but there is something more pressing at hand!&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, September 13th is my birthday, what are you getting me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall post again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-8494143566747868390?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/8494143566747868390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=8494143566747868390&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/8494143566747868390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/8494143566747868390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2008/09/catch-up.html' title='Catch up!'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-7237028634266132246</id><published>2008-08-30T13:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T13:13:05.512+01:00</updated><title type='text'>There is a difference</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__CyNcz4iv44/SLk5MjoC6pI/AAAAAAAAAA4/MhflLr32RDs/s1600-h/SP_A0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__CyNcz4iv44/SLk5MjoC6pI/AAAAAAAAAA4/MhflLr32RDs/s320/SP_A0021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240282529306700434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a difference with someone entertaining me with pictures **as below** and then there is stupid idiots that do not know how to listen.&lt;br /&gt;The picture posted here is of someone who can not listen and keeps upsetting me with the wrong tone of voice. Next comes the emails and their face!&lt;br /&gt;Does your girlfriend know you put her panties on your head?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-7237028634266132246?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/7237028634266132246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=7237028634266132246&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/7237028634266132246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/7237028634266132246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2008/08/there-is-difference.html' title='There is a difference'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__CyNcz4iv44/SLk5MjoC6pI/AAAAAAAAAA4/MhflLr32RDs/s72-c/SP_A0021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-2214101434650116115</id><published>2008-08-29T10:54:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T11:12:02.136+01:00</updated><title type='text'>When boredom strikes</title><content type='html'>I can get bored often, actually boredom strikes me mainly in meetings, strange huh? I can sit in a traffic jam for hours on end and I do not get bored, maybe because there is a lot to observe.&lt;br /&gt;So the other day I was speaking to one of my favourite submissive's and I was bored the day before he was told to wear panties, I do not know what it is I have a thing for panties lately (oh and socks but that is a whole different blog)&lt;br /&gt;So sitting in a meeting I see I got an email, I did not care what it was, even spam would have brightened this meeting, so clicking it open I was pleasantly surprised to see a picture of this delicious sub in panties, not only that he got bonus points to wear them to work and the fact he wears dress cloths to work just added to the yumminess.&lt;br /&gt;It is a well known fact that well dressed males make me weak at the knees, a male in a suit, now that is the biggest turn on I can think of!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you little yummy boy now the whole blogging world can enjoy your pretty panties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__CyNcz4iv44/SLfKhsMyktI/AAAAAAAAAAw/TZbS7C8-6u8/s1600-h/yellow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__CyNcz4iv44/SLfKhsMyktI/AAAAAAAAAAw/TZbS7C8-6u8/s320/yellow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239879371618161362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the picture I thought you all could see, the others are for my entertainment only!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-2214101434650116115?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/2214101434650116115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=2214101434650116115&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/2214101434650116115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/2214101434650116115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-boredom-strikes.html' title='When boredom strikes'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__CyNcz4iv44/SLfKhsMyktI/AAAAAAAAAAw/TZbS7C8-6u8/s72-c/yellow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-5113382683036344053</id><published>2008-08-25T15:19:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T15:30:19.525+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I do not give a $hit!</title><content type='html'>Fact: I have yahoo messenger and MSN&lt;br /&gt;Fact: My MSN is on pretty much 24/7&lt;br /&gt;Fact: That little nudge/buzzer button annoys the shit out of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you know the facts about let me tell you this.&lt;br /&gt;If I am in a meeting with my laptop and have MSN on there might be times I will not answer you, so if you send me the nudge and buzz while I can not answer you bad luck though the chances are I could not be bothered answering you because your a demanding, whining little sissy bitch so get the hell over it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was getting to know someone, actually fact is they were rather entertaining, it lasted 3 days before they got on my nerves enough that I told them to piss off, all he kept saying was " Well I am experienced, I am rich" well little useless boy let me tell you this&lt;br /&gt;I DO NOT GIVE A SHIT, I do not care if you are the king or some famous movie star or pop idol&lt;br /&gt;if you can not show respect you get nothing, not even my attention and being a submissive you should know better!!!&lt;br /&gt;so I have this to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-5113382683036344053?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/5113382683036344053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=5113382683036344053&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/5113382683036344053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/5113382683036344053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-do-not-give-hit.html' title='I do not give a $hit!'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-3056195215756988220</id><published>2008-07-22T16:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T17:16:48.863+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My not so secret lifestyle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I am a member of a certain website that is for Dominant Females, it is no secret I am Dominant and also love BDSM (yes D/s is different)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is a certain someone there that I have taken a liking too, well there is a few but this one stimulates me mentally and when I seen their picture today I just had to email them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Below is the email I sent to them, maybe I should have spent more time on it as I did not say all I wanted too and well lets face it the 1 minute emails flow from the heart and that is exactly where this come from.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am only Human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No matter who you are a submissive or a dominant there is one thing for sure, we are all human and all have feelings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Life throws at us things and I believe it makes us stronger if we battle our way through it, there is always a lesson learnt in every move that you make, even if it is to get up in the morning, walk to the bathroom and brush your teeth, there are lessons there but because people doing as a routine they fail to see the lessons and it becomes something you can do with your eyes closed and without thought.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As a human we all have emotions and feelings, we all cry and laugh, some more then others. To love,  care and respect someone is something that comes easy to me and many have pointed out it is my weakness and that Dommes do not have "those feelings" well as stated I am still human! Being a Human we also experience jealousy, hatred, revenge which are the things of myself I do not come across often though it is refreshing when I do, revenge I never do though have once thought of, hating someone is very very hard for me to do, though there are many I dislike with a passion, jealousy, well aren't we all somewhat jealous of others?  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just a thought running through my mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Veiled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-3056195215756988220?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/3056195215756988220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=3056195215756988220&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/3056195215756988220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/3056195215756988220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-not-so-secret-lifestyle.html' title='My not so secret lifestyle.'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-1648090364085884405</id><published>2008-06-14T22:50:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T22:56:11.079+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gadget of the week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__CyNcz4iv44/SFQ-AFXE4AI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6SvuQPb-x3U/s1600-h/13556_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 197px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__CyNcz4iv44/SFQ-AFXE4AI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6SvuQPb-x3U/s320/13556_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211858839934394370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MIGHT&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; help the midnight mishaps females always seem to be cleaning up the morning after. I do not know what it is about you men missing a huge toilet bowl, if you have to for fucks sake sit if your aim is bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weeks gadget for you men is a Toilet seat night light, for 19,95 (euro) you can have a toilet lamp that lights up your toilet seat when you lift the lid, in red or green you can save us screaming at you in the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-1648090364085884405?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/1648090364085884405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=1648090364085884405&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/1648090364085884405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/1648090364085884405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2008/06/gadget-of-week.html' title='Gadget of the week'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__CyNcz4iv44/SFQ-AFXE4AI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6SvuQPb-x3U/s72-c/13556_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-6605526013595747892</id><published>2008-05-29T22:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T22:37:31.164+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Veiled's pet peeve #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__CyNcz4iv44/SD8h7V6IuWI/AAAAAAAAAAg/EzUdYH78YeQ/s1600-h/wiezijnwij.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__CyNcz4iv44/SD8h7V6IuWI/AAAAAAAAAAg/EzUdYH78YeQ/s320/wiezijnwij.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205916997640567138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who presume, yes mainly men!&lt;br /&gt;I am not a male hater really I am not but I refuse to be treated as a non equal.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some examples I have to deal with weekly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a business woman and when walking with colleges to lunch or meetings, do not turn to me and say "should we walk slower because you have heels on?" What the hell makes you think I can not walk fast in these? Hell I can run in them believe me I have done it often. Ever seen females wait outside a store from 5am just for the opening sales then run through the shop? ok point made! Do not presume I can not walk fast or run in 4-5inch stilettos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Veiled can you do this for me?" Yes when I get to it "No I mean now!"&lt;br /&gt;This is so fucking common it is a daily thing said to me, ok here is a hint to you fuckers see my feet? look closer, really close, study it now I ask you this, Do you see a ball and chain around my ankle? No? correct and you know why? because I am not your fucking wife! I will do things in order of urgency and if your little fax is not due for 2 days then it is not a priority arsehole! and if you think it is, then you can hit the fucking send button on the fax machine yourself! Do not presume I will drop everything for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh here love let me help you carry that it looks heavy" Hello do I look like I can not carry two files by myself? Do I look fucking handicapped to you? Am I missing something here? Just because I am a female does it mean I can not lift a feather? Ok it is very nice for a gentleman to carry your suitcase or help you with your 20 bags of shoes after shopping, but two files? I am not made of glass I will not break get a fucking grip. Do not presume because I am female I am weak! chances are I could kick your arse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Veiled did it take you so long in the bathroom to paint your face? is that why you are late for work?"&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, I do not wear a lot of make-up and I am sure you take longer going to the toilet then it takes me to do my make-up. Why were you late for work? Mrs have a bitch at you or did she give you the orders for after work, like the shopping list? or was it you just had to go to the toilet and get your jollies?&lt;br /&gt;Never presume a female is late because she is putting on make-up, you never know maybe I was in the toilet getting my jollies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time management, you males are so fucking useless with it I am amazed you fit in time to breath or fart! you think you have an hour to get to a meeting and your so slow and presume you have enough time but yet you turn up 20 minutes late. My god, I just do not know how to explain all the stupid shit I see in agendas of the people who are meant to be running a company, your useless! I guess we should get use to it as you men can not even measure things correctly, ~bursts into laughter~ 9inches you say? ~keeps laughing and wriggles her pinky~ you thought that lasted hours? LOL try 5 minutes, see useless at time management and also telling distance, as useless as tits on a bull and that is all I can say about it! Do not presume you have it all worked out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there my pet peeve, people who presume. It is safer to ask me then to presume as I will rip your fucking head off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-6605526013595747892?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/6605526013595747892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=6605526013595747892&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/6605526013595747892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/6605526013595747892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2008/05/veileds-pet-peeve-1.html' title='Veiled&apos;s pet peeve #1'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__CyNcz4iv44/SD8h7V6IuWI/AAAAAAAAAAg/EzUdYH78YeQ/s72-c/wiezijnwij.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-5704489406038517211</id><published>2008-05-10T14:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T14:18:17.992+01:00</updated><title type='text'>So it is the weekend</title><content type='html'>I am so happy it is the weekend that I can actually relax a little, mind you my house looks like a bomb hit it and I should clean but after the week I had I am just leaving it and today saying fuck it!&lt;br /&gt;Last week I have had to see and deal with some seriously disgusting moments and I just do not know how some people can actually live with themselves, or what the hell some people are thinking when they say something. I was so happy to leave work on Friday call my "nail lady" up and beg her to do my nails as I just needed to sit relax and listen to her lovely week.&lt;br /&gt;I was being sarcastic, I think she has it worse then even people who work in the bars and pubs listening to people bitch, hell she has 99% of female clients that says it all right there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~This Week I have had to put up with men talking about how much sperm a female swallows in a lifetime, hmm by their comments it is obvious their lovers do not swallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~A mess in the toilet at work, someone actually pooped on the floor! I am dead serious pooped on the floor, skid marks from here to Tokyo for that person I am sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I had to deal with a stress level of 15 on when the scale only goes to 10!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Had to involve police in something that was so bloody pathetic  it was over something so small and stupid only a male could have escalated it to the point police needed to be involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Found myself sitting in the middle of a farting contest while the people involved where meant to be finding how and where they lost half a million in 6 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Sat over the table from someone while 2 lawyers talked about their division of good, seen the ex husband of the case fart and about shit his pants when things did not go his way, also seen steam come out his ears. Divorces can be messy but I must say things that are said and done make it funny as hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~While sitting in a traffic jam I seen a man picking his nose, them looked at it then scraped it off with his teeth, oh my god he even had to chew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Again while sitting in a traffic jam and with the lovely weather we have here right now there are many convertibles on the road, I had much entertainment in my own head looking at the Porsche's , BMW's, and Mercedes with their tops off and the males in them that were obviously having mid life crisis's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much more happened that it is not even worth going over, end of story is, it is weekend, I am relaxing and my nails look amazing, now it is time to get a tan!&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your weekend as Monday comes so soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-5704489406038517211?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/5704489406038517211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=5704489406038517211&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/5704489406038517211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/5704489406038517211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-it-is-weekend.html' title='So it is the weekend'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-1513204772531339941</id><published>2008-05-07T10:08:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T10:15:08.508+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__CyNcz4iv44/SCFyG6qOVzI/AAAAAAAAAAY/L-ZjXMdyas8/s1600-h/Donal%2BDuck%2B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 255px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__CyNcz4iv44/SCFyG6qOVzI/AAAAAAAAAAY/L-ZjXMdyas8/s320/Donal%2BDuck%2B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197560908113401650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His hair is sexily styled, he smells like Ralph Lauren Romance for Men, his suit is Armani, and what is that on his feet? Donald Duck socks, of course.&lt;br /&gt;What is this shit? Grown men paddling around in primary coloured carton character socks is neither cute or endearing. It is, in fact nauseating. But you can not just blame the boy-men : slap on the wrist for those who bad taste females who buy them the shameless socks in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veiled Secrets say: kick those Disney socks out the door and grow balls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Dare you to click the picture, right in your face just like it hits us tasteful females, being stunned by your stupidity to put them on in the morning&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-1513204772531339941?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/1513204772531339941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=1513204772531339941&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/1513204772531339941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/1513204772531339941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2008/05/his-hair-is-sexily-styled-he-smells.html' title=''/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__CyNcz4iv44/SCFyG6qOVzI/AAAAAAAAAAY/L-ZjXMdyas8/s72-c/Donal%2BDuck%2B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-4819557235069742212</id><published>2008-05-06T13:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T13:47:32.147+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How times have changed</title><content type='html'>My last blog was months ago and I promised I was back, or was it a promise? Anyway I am once again back and so many things have changed.&lt;br /&gt;Love, had it and lost it and so not give a shit about it now, I am soldering on with my life and the foundations of my own life is stronger which it how it should be.&lt;br /&gt;I am still a bitch at work and love every minute of it and yes I still have so much to bitch about so keep an eye on this blog and you will be enlightened and let into my life over the last days, weeks and months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-4819557235069742212?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/4819557235069742212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=4819557235069742212&amp;isPopup=true' 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back!</title><content type='html'>Hello peeps,&lt;br /&gt;Just a little line to tell you I am back!&lt;br /&gt;well that is it really :-) &lt;br /&gt;Will drop back tomorrow to share some events over the last week&lt;br /&gt;kisses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-3918906998869634834?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/3918906998869634834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=3918906998869634834&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/3918906998869634834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/3918906998869634834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-4978713203878704057</id><published>2008-01-21T09:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-21T09:39:30.317Z</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>To all the people who have emailed me thank you, I was actually very surprised to see that in my short time of having this blog so many people are regular readers, I am thinking of keeping this blog open due to that fact.&lt;br /&gt;The reason for this little blog entry is to let you know even though I have been silent for sometime I am also out of town for a week or so with no Internet connection, so behave while I am gone and I shall see you in a week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-4978713203878704057?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/4978713203878704057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=4978713203878704057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/4978713203878704057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/4978713203878704057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2008/01/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-7103266305800898363</id><published>2008-01-10T23:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-11T09:02:46.954Z</updated><title type='text'>End of a Chapter</title><content type='html'>I enjoyed this blog, loved every minute of it and I have much more I want to say here but some people who read this blog I rather they did not know who I was, so this is closing as has a love chapter of my life (so it seems)&lt;br /&gt;If you desire to know my other blogs feel free to leave a comment here or even email me and I will get in contact with you. that is if your one of the people I do not want following me!&lt;br /&gt;Kisses and Hugs see you around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-7103266305800898363?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/7103266305800898363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=7103266305800898363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/7103266305800898363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/7103266305800898363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2008/01/end-of-chapter.html' title='End of a Chapter'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-1640262322184436272</id><published>2008-01-02T16:21:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-05-07T10:29:19.488+01:00</updated><title type='text'>New Start</title><content type='html'>So it is a new year, the time where people sit back and think how they wasted thier time and all that shit.&lt;br /&gt;My last few days and weeks have been busy strangely though  not with work.&lt;br /&gt;I had a shitty Christmas and also new years, BB was away having fun with friends in a different country and I was left visiting someone I do not like. I had a shit time and so boring I feel asleep before midnight just to be woken up before midnight for a kiss, disgusting,then shortly after I made sure I left, driving through the fireworks, unable to see a nose in front of me due to the smoke but it was worth the risk just to get out of there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-1640262322184436272?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/1640262322184436272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=1640262322184436272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/1640262322184436272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/1640262322184436272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-start.html' title='New Start'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-8251941237595307453</id><published>2007-12-29T11:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-05-07T10:32:28.984+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Another week</title><content type='html'>**Again so it does not bring you down the shit these sub missives put me through this blog has been removed but with a word of caution,  I maybe a Dominant bitch in more then 1 way that does not give you the right to play with my heart and and treat me like a fool, only to crush my feelings and heart like a bug, being a Dominant does not mean I do not have feelings**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-8251941237595307453?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/8251941237595307453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=8251941237595307453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/8251941237595307453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/8251941237595307453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2007/12/another-week_29.html' title='Another week'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-8323300077212267853</id><published>2007-12-25T18:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-25T19:02:24.096Z</updated><title type='text'>T'is the season</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;T'is&lt;/span&gt; the season to be jolly fa-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lalala&lt;/span&gt; la la la la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pff&lt;/span&gt; fuck that!&lt;br /&gt;It is the season to make a fool of yourself and to sit back and wonder when there hell the last year has gone! My last year has been flushed down the toilet and it is time to get the next year in order! Yes this next year I am going to sit down and write a plan and stick to it! On the list is going to be only things I can control.&lt;br /&gt;There are twelve months in a year and I am going to have things on the list that I can work on over the year but by the end of two thousand and eight I would have finished them all!&lt;br /&gt;So here is the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Lose the rest of my weight and run the marathon in September&lt;br /&gt;2. Get a nine til five job with no stress even if it is in a supermarket&lt;br /&gt;2a, or hire someone to do most of my work, even better retire.&lt;br /&gt;3. Get pregnant! (this may just be a solution also to number two be a stay at home mother)&lt;br /&gt;4. Have a vacation I have not had one for over ten years, maybe to see my family as it has been well over ten years since I seen them&lt;br /&gt;5. Buy a new house or apartment&lt;br /&gt;6. Renovate the rest of my house&lt;br /&gt;7. Make as many people as I can happy and fulfill some dreams of friends&lt;br /&gt;8. At least double my stiletto collection it has to be between the one and two hundred by the end of two thousand and eight&lt;br /&gt;9. Write a list of at least one hundred things to do before I die and start doing it.&lt;br /&gt;10. Spend more time on my hobbies to sell for people in need&lt;br /&gt;11. Remember myself and that sometimes I have to be selfish for self preservation&lt;br /&gt;12. Get out more to the theater, concerts and parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the list, maybe I change it over the next few weeks though I am thinking I better start at number twelve and work my way up as many of the things will be some what hard if I am pregnant, lets see how this cookie crumbles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-8323300077212267853?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/8323300077212267853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=8323300077212267853&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/8323300077212267853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/8323300077212267853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2007/12/tis-season.html' title='T&apos;is the season'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-8163631360937331755</id><published>2007-12-25T10:25:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-05-07T10:26:52.606+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A man and his bills</title><content type='html'>**Due what I have written on this post and the emotions it brings up in my I have taken it offline**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-8163631360937331755?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/8163631360937331755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=8163631360937331755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/8163631360937331755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/8163631360937331755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2007/12/man-and-his-bills.html' title='A man and his bills'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-6614832597275324564</id><published>2007-12-23T10:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-23T10:42:06.285Z</updated><title type='text'>Really?</title><content type='html'>Here I am Sunday morning trying to get some paperwork done before a dinner party tonight and out of the blue I get a message on my MSN "Oh I want to see your tits, I am jerking off just thinking about them"  Needless to say I messaged them back to say "piss off."&lt;br /&gt;This person I had known for some time and never have they been so rude or have we even talked about anything along the lines of sex!&lt;br /&gt;"Oh let me see your tits"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh I am so horny"&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me the last time you fingered yourself"&lt;br /&gt;Usually I would welcome any chat to distract me from work, this chat was just  not one of them, he was trying to make a date to "see me." In all its boredom and him not understanding the word "no" or "piss off" I made the comment "Well there is no use telling you to go fuck yourself as you obviously are" then the block and delete button come to my rescue.&lt;br /&gt;I am a &lt;s&gt;warm&lt;/s&gt; hot blooded woman but please chat me up and flatter me all other methods are useless and feeble and as we all know the truth is that nothing will happen unless we want it to, we being the female!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-6614832597275324564?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/6614832597275324564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=6614832597275324564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/6614832597275324564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/6614832597275324564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2007/12/really.html' title='Really?'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-1306799373246723911</id><published>2007-12-22T12:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-22T12:33:08.165Z</updated><title type='text'>heros and sluts</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking lately over a comment made a few days ago by a male over a business lunch, it was along the lines of how he was seeing a lady but he called her a slut because she was sleeping with more then one male, yet he is married and also has two mistress's and the other men at the lunch called him a hero a stud.&lt;br /&gt;They turned to me, being the only female at the table and asked me on my thoughts, seeing one of the people at the table was also the gentleman asking why I owned such a &lt;a href="http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2007/11/compact-is-better.html"&gt;compact car&lt;/a&gt; and I said I did not have to prove my penis size I answered with a grin on my face.&lt;br /&gt;" I am a hero, a stud as I do not fit into the vision of this male dominated culture who by the way are/is very insecure for in your hearts you know females are superior then you and you try to limit us females by creating a social disapproval, so back to you slut, how is it with your two hero's you sleep without outside your marriage?"&lt;br /&gt;Ahh there was silence at the table then the subject moved onto the weather for sometime until one brave soul asked me "Veiled, how much of a hero are you?" It was a dinner of eye opening conversation.&lt;br /&gt;Why you males have to call a female a slut because she may sleep with more then one male I do not know, is it because she is not wanting you also ? I think it is a perverted way of men to have emotional superiority over a woman.&lt;br /&gt;I have had my nights/days or passion and yes also sex with more then one person, I am not a slut, I just know what I want and need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-1306799373246723911?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/1306799373246723911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=1306799373246723911&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/1306799373246723911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/1306799373246723911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2007/12/heros-and-sluts.html' title='heros and sluts'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-6538248049484303928</id><published>2007-12-19T04:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-19T03:31:18.185Z</updated><title type='text'>Picking up the pieces</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;As you have seen lately I have not been keeping up with my blog. Many joyful things have taken my attention and my mind was on cloud nine. My emotions were so high that I thought there was no way down. I now stand corrected. I have written blogs in the past that have come from the heat of the moment...when I'm pissed off, upset or when I'm in love or "think" I am in love. All have been without thought and this blog is no exception.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;It has taken me years to build up a wall around my emotions to protect myself and my heart. I vowed that I would never again put myself in a situation where I would or could get hurt and have my emotions trampled upon. That was until I met someone recently. I took a risk. I fell in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Like a fast moving train we did not have any breaks, running free and wild and being teenagers again. The conversations we had made our hearts skip beats, the feeling of being complete was amazing. The fortress I built up around myself slowly crumbled down, it had fallen down around me even without me knowing and I felt so free the safety I got when he wrapped his arms around me was amazing, the only sound was his heartbeat, the birds stopped singing, and the wind stopped blowing; it was total bliss. Our plans of the future would bring a smile to anyone face, things we said we would never do (like marriage) that changed, it felt so right with him and he said the same ~drifts of day dreaming~ so perfect, trains both on the same track, guess it was then when he hit the wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I let my defenses down and now this! I am picking up pieces of a broken heart. Why you ask? What happened? I have no clue and if I knew I could deal with it I would put closure to it. That is what us females do and what we need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;No words in days then an e-mail, saying how he knows he has hurt me and that I made him see sides of him that he never knew he had. That I "let" him fall in love with me. I showed him feelings he never knew existed. Now you would think that is all good, correct? ~drum roll~ there is always a BUT and here it is. He can never give me what I crave. ( I do not know what I crave, only him hmm) that he cannot be there when I need him most as his job makes him travel a lot. He said that I deserve to have a man who is more with me than away from me. To have someone home longer than packing packing and unpacking suitcases. Finishing the email he says "you really do not know how much I love you. I have never met someone like you and if the time and place were different...But thinking of you alone, missing, hurting maybe will be a bit too much to bear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I read the email, I did not cry, I did not laugh, I did nothing, I was in shock, I have no clue what happened I just, I just, I just do not know, I mean, I, it, we, I, I do not know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I started getting a little mad, I talked to my two closest friends who know everything about me, I could not believe after all the talking, and communication and openness we had. I got the email I did it is not registering in my head and I am not a stupid female!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;In the beginning I knew his work, he traveled a lot, I do too sometimes. God did I come across needy? Well if so, he is wrong, I have so much love I want to give and it seems I am to bottle it up again and there is no way I will let that wall down again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Only two people who know who I am read this and also the person this post is about, truth is I do not want to let go of him. Yes you. I want you. You have not changed since I met you. Your job is the same, your heart is the same, your smile, your affection, your words still go straight to my heart, so why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I could not put my feelings into words but one of my friends could, I had this email ready to send but I just could not send it though it says most things I wanted to say so here it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear  ....&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for making my decisions for me. While I appreciate your efforts, I do not need any man deciding what is best for me and my life.&lt;br /&gt;I am a grown woman and I am more than capable in deciding what I want and need from a relationship. Who is to say that I want a relationship where I have a man 7 days a week and 24 hours a day?&lt;br /&gt;However, as I stated, I do appreciate your taking the time to call the shots for me, however it will not be necessary in the future. I wish you all the success and luck in the world in finding who and what you want out of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;A woman  completely able to decide her own life's choices!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I don't have everything precisely planned out in my life. No one does. My life may not run as a smooth oiled machine at this point in time but I have it under control. I am taking my life in the directions that I want. I am making changes in who I am and who I want to be. I am strong, independent, and successful and I am learning to love me and all that I have to offer this world. I am more than just my emotions and I am more than just the words written on this page. The day will come when someone will see that and jump at the chance to experience all that I have to offer. One man's loss is most definitely another man's gain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I am ME and nothing will ever change  that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-6538248049484303928?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/6538248049484303928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=6538248049484303928&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/6538248049484303928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/6538248049484303928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2007/12/dont.html' title='Picking up the pieces'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-6456274678318623324</id><published>2007-12-15T14:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-15T14:50:40.009Z</updated><title type='text'>Lord help you</title><content type='html'>The male species never stops amazing me with their total stupidity, Ok there are a few exceptions to the rules.&lt;br /&gt;I was dressed in a nice casual way, jeans a nice blouse and my stilettos (goes without saying) I went to pick up a lovely young lady of eight years old and she dragged me to a Christmas market of her local school. It is a small village and very religious, So religious that when I walk near any water there it starts boiling as I think they have only holy water running through the village.&lt;br /&gt;Getting dragged by the child through all the crafts they had made I forked out money to buy most of the things she made and also things she wanted to buy, people looking down their nose at me, I think it is the stilettos they seem to me a sign of being a slut, sure it is written in the bible that way.&lt;br /&gt;I watch the children play as I sipped on a glass of warm chocolate milk every now and then I had to smell under my arms to see if that was the reason people kept their distance, I had many looks, you know the look, the "I'm-not-looking-at-you-obvious-look" in such a small village everyone knows everyone and I was a new face and I promise you it will not be the last time they see me!&lt;br /&gt;I stayed with child for at least an hour and was introduced to just about everyone she was so proud of me and happy I was there. Playing tag with the children in stilettos was a new experience but it was a lot of fun, then playing statues, oh the things I do for children, I just wait to have three or four of my own. When I was finished playing I informed the young lady we were going to leave in five minutes, all of a sudden it was like moths to light, the fathers went to the group of children, I thought it was so sweet that the fathers were going to play as well and not be like sticks in the mud huddling around the open fire because it was below zero I was totally wrong.&lt;br /&gt;On leaving the young lady I was with looked at me and giggles I asked her what was so funny and she handed me a whole handful of papers " These are for you"  I opened them and I could not believe my eyes, phone numbers and not just one, the young lady I was with said to me while looking at me with her deep innocent eyes, " Are you allowed to date and marry more then one person?"   I informed her no and she continued to tell me that all the fathers that gave her the numbers live together with the mother of her friends, in other words married and under one roof.&lt;br /&gt;In this small village this Sunday I think there is going to be a lot of hail Mary's said and I am wondering what to do with these numbers, it crossed my mind to go to the next market at the school and personally hand their phone numbers back I just "pray" their wives are not close by.&lt;br /&gt;Ok I was flattered but to stop being a spineless species and do not involve a child, you want to break your marriage vowels you said "in front of the lord" do not involve an innocent child in the equation by giving the letters and phone Numbers to them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-6456274678318623324?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/6456274678318623324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=6456274678318623324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/6456274678318623324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/6456274678318623324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2007/12/lord-help-you.html' title='Lord help you'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-6294862439870047764</id><published>2007-12-12T23:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-13T00:23:55.600Z</updated><title type='text'>D Day update</title><content type='html'>It seems a month since I last posted things have been so busy so you can just imagine the updates I have got for you over the next few days/weeks.&lt;br /&gt;I thought it would be best to get the D Day update out of the way. As most readers know there has been so slight issues with BD, One he is a pompas arse and Two, he is a pompas arse As said in an &lt;a href="http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2007/11/not-so-out-of-reach.html"&gt;earlier post&lt;/a&gt; we had a date, that date was last night and it was very entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;Seven in the evening by his house to get him then a drive into the city, on the way to the venue there was a comment made of there my smile and fun feeling flew out the window, I am unsure of the comment I know it pissed me off and I let BD know it was not appreciated, four lanes of traffic we were travelling in the second lane and I come to a screeching stop, do not piss me off if I am the driver, he tried to cover up the comment to make a joke of it, I drove on after some time and when in the city he started again, talk about know how to piss of a hormonal female!&lt;br /&gt;A short walk to the venue things changed somewhat, all of a sudden I was getting attention, We went to a concert everyone dressed in ripped jeans and t-shirts with their gym shoes, I do not own any old jeans and the t-shirts I do have I wear to the gym with gym shoes but there is no way I will be seen in that kind of clothing in a public place outside of the gym let alone a concert!&lt;br /&gt;The band come on stage my heart raced having a drink in my hand I was unable to clap so finger in the mouth to whistle, yes this lady can whistle, dancing in my little space at the front of the stage, stilettos, NICE jeans, a lovely top, a thin scarf, I stood out somewhat and got attention when BD noticed it he turned in the dog he is and had to piss on his territory, A lovely gentleman come up to dance with me but he was shoo shooed away.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the band I danced and rocked all night and the attention was welcomed but above all the best thing of the night was knowing BD wanted me and I slammed the door in his face. I told him about BB and how we are dating (update on next post) yet BD still tried to kiss me when I dropped him off home.&lt;br /&gt;~grins~ I left out all the good details all for good reason, next time if you return you shall find it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-6294862439870047764?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/6294862439870047764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=6294862439870047764&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/6294862439870047764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/6294862439870047764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2007/12/d-day-update.html' title='D Day update'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-8821441358491006825</id><published>2007-12-05T16:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-05T18:41:54.796Z</updated><title type='text'>Help needed!</title><content type='html'>Recently I do not know if I have been busy or just not interested in "things." All my times has been is work, stressing and the gym to get the stress out, I have not even had the mindset to flirt, to mess up some minds which is really not like me. If I look deep down I know the reason why, actually it is not even deep down it is right here! sitting on top of my heart and I shall share it with you.&lt;br /&gt;A good friend of mine, also a female working in a mans world. I have businessmen to deal with, she has scientist and professors to deal with, at least if needed I can walk all over the males I know, I can only imagine what she has to get through to control them, though being very feminine females we do have our ways!&lt;br /&gt;Last week my friend was away for the week in a conference, dealing with the long days, the drinks and the males, I was free a lot of the week sitting at home pining over someone and it seems she was also. You see my friend and I have pretty much given up on finding  "the one" who makes our hearts skip a beat, who make us feel like the princess's we are. We have our little "side kicks" though nothing concrete as it means we might have to let down our defensive walls and trust people, both being hurt before we are not planning on doing that journey anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;My days were filled with my heart having an irregular beat, my thoughts all up in the air unable to think straight, it was a lucky thing I didn't have to work, I even checked my email so often, not that it made email turn up any faster. This is why, BB, that is who it is all about BB, he was away in Paris, the city of love and he did not know he had my love, he did not know he has this affect on me, why didn't I tell him? why didn't I come up with an excuse to go also? Good heavens what is happening to me ?&lt;br /&gt;I think it is something in the air, during the meetings my friend was in she had times to message me and she has also lost her head, it seems Mr P has given her the bug as well, she can not focus she is pulling her lovely hair out! we both are.&lt;br /&gt;The advantage I have over my friend is that I have spent a lovely, relaxing afternoon with BB and she has not had that chance with Mr P at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;Now I get to let out a few things. BB it just amazing, he makes me lose my head, I can not get him out of my head, he is a gentleman, within the few hours we were together I felt so amazing he put me at ease yet lifted me on a pedestal, I have never felt so complete, he makes me feel like a giggling little school girl and to put the cherry on top he wears a suit most times and is a great kisser!&lt;br /&gt;I have really lost myself and I am finding it so hard to keep my defenses up,  I am slowly letting the drawbridge down and that is all new to me and I do not know what I am meant to do now, how am I meant to act? how do I keep protecting myself if I am letting someone slowly chip away at the brick wall? I am a giver, a care taker but I never let anyone get to close not ever.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I need to sit back and try to relax as much as I can, maybe it is time I made it to the gym everyday to get all this frustration out that BB is not in my arms everyday, goodness me I even "half" joked at marriage today and he did also! this is crazy, insane I have lost my head! totally lost my head! As my friend said "We have lost the only braincell that worked and rationalized things" we are both in the same boat going up the same river we just hope there is no waterfall ahead that we fall down!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-8821441358491006825?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/8821441358491006825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=8821441358491006825&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/8821441358491006825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/8821441358491006825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2007/12/help-needed.html' title='Help needed!'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-5665479075471724520</id><published>2007-12-02T22:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-03T00:36:41.497Z</updated><title type='text'>Clarity</title><content type='html'>The last five days have been very busy not only with work but with things in my head also. We all know now about BD and the carrot that has been dangled in front of me on some occasions, being blind I reached for it, now things have become so very crystal clear and there will not be a relapse.&lt;br /&gt;It is funny how you can get caught up on things and see things that are really not there, as a wise person once said to me, There are three sides to a story, yours, theirs and the truth. I found the middle ground, I found the truth, It is eye opening and reality gripping, makes you sit back and think what reality was I in at the time?&lt;br /&gt;Back here in the real world where I belong, where I have control over the things controllable I realized that daydreaming and wishful thinking is not for me. I need to step back and not see things from only my point of view, I need to stand outside, Yes I need to stand on the outside looking in, taking a look at the big picture and not the sections that appeal to me as it can be dangerous and blinding, delusional even.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you can not see that any amount of work will not to get you through the door, totally oblivious,  &lt;a href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/irrational" class="noline"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_section_start(name=def) --&gt;&lt;/a&gt;irrational thoughts, mindless moments, reckless reactions feelings the illusion of lust, the impression of passion then the reflection it was all insanity, make believe, one sided.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing things clear-cut, not in a haze, things being clarified, many things, everything.&lt;br /&gt;Lets boil this down  &lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;apprehensible truths.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-5665479075471724520?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/5665479075471724520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=5665479075471724520&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/5665479075471724520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/5665479075471724520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2007/12/clarity.html' title='Clarity'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-9167457010884797551</id><published>2007-11-27T09:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-27T10:18:59.531Z</updated><title type='text'>Not so out of reach.</title><content type='html'>How funny is life? It amuses me greatly it is the best entertainment around, More so if you know what direct your life is going and the people around you are like chickens with their heads cut off.&lt;br /&gt;After my last post of BD being out of reach many things in a short amount of time chanced, Within 24 hours we had decided to go out on a date, the only time both of our agendas are free is early December. He again confessed his love his deepest feelings and desires towards me.&lt;br /&gt;In this short change of things I have also found out he is an arrogant person which has made me a little upset, BD has taken credit for things that has had nothing to do with him. If it is one thing that really gets on my nerve it is people taking credit for others work, just because they are attention seekers and want a pat on the back for a job well done but to lazy to actually do the work! Needless to say I want to impregnate my stiletto up his anal canal.&lt;br /&gt;My plan is to sit back and watch how things develop, see what steps he takes next. You see I am a person who can just wipe someone from my life without a second thought no matter who they are or how much I love them, For example my own mother, 13 years ago I wiped her from my life and I have no problems with it at all. I give people the benefit of the doubt but if one abuses trust over and over again it is "game over" and there is no reset button.&lt;br /&gt;So BD if I mean so much to you as you have said you will pull your nose in, if not I can not wait till our date as I will rub your nose in what you can not have. It is my job to know people I have portfolio's coming out my ears no not think I have nothing on you as I do and I will use it to my advantage to make you see what you can not have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-9167457010884797551?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/9167457010884797551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=9167457010884797551&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/9167457010884797551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/9167457010884797551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2007/11/not-so-out-of-reach.html' title='Not so out of reach.'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-820179706902457373</id><published>2007-11-24T09:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-24T11:08:15.072Z</updated><title type='text'>Out of reach</title><content type='html'>Sometimes in life there are things you just know, without a doubt 100% rock solid "KNOW".&lt;br /&gt;BD is something I know I want, The minute I seen him there was fireworks, It is the only way I can explain it and that is only because I see it on TV, the feeling I had was unexplainable and it still is.&lt;br /&gt;Last night was a late night, 02:30 listening to music with BD, many tears shed and smiles broke, am emotional roller coaster that come to a screeching halt when one thing was misunderstood from some days ago and believe it or not it was about stiletto's.&lt;br /&gt;I am a lady and I exude femininity I love being a female, I turn heads and give whiplash due to double takes, I am far from being on the cover of vogue, though I would not want that for me it is not my calling in life.&lt;br /&gt;I am a caring person, a lover, I give all to the person I am with (with one exception) I would drop everything to be with BD, my whole world could stop, I would turn the world on its head, get every star from the sky just to be in his arms.&lt;br /&gt;The energy exchanged when we talk or see each other is so powerful there has to be something in between us to block the intensity. We both want each other but there is something holding us back, maybe we are scared of it, maybe it is because it can be so perfect.&lt;br /&gt;I have come to face the facts I can not have him. We are always making rules/excuses not to be with each other, He is not ready he is out of a relationship months ago and likes his alone time, A neutral rule we made I shall not share it with you, though it is a goal We/I will never be able to reach, not within the next year or more.&lt;br /&gt;I believe BD deserves the best, to treat him well, to love, protect and honour him, to treat him the way he deserves, nothing but being number one in someones world, I know I can give him this.&lt;br /&gt;We say we are perfect for each other though we always hold back and deep down know we will never be together.&lt;br /&gt;What do I hear you say? Never say never?  Time will tell but this is something so close yet so far out of reach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-820179706902457373?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/820179706902457373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=820179706902457373&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/820179706902457373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/820179706902457373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2007/11/out-of-reach.html' title='Out of reach'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-7575831537420970670</id><published>2007-11-20T10:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-20T11:15:50.827Z</updated><title type='text'>The Menu</title><content type='html'>As arranged I was picked up for breakfast this morning, in his black pin stripped suit as I asked, he is taking my breath away with how he thinks and acts it amazes me someone pays such attention to detail and punctuality (though there is a contradiction coming up)&lt;br /&gt;RR was a little nervous as he is forgetting to be a gentleman sometimes though I must say I was also nervous and I am unsure why. We went for a drink and food, they had totally nothing on the menu I could eat so I settled for a tomato juice, The talking was just to pass time I love learning about him even if I do all the babbling, Sometimes I just need to slap myself to shut up I must bore the pants off him, I do not care he knows who is in charge and is the boss and it is not him!&lt;br /&gt;We went driving and got a few questions out in the open I offered him free range to ask me whatever he wanted and I would give direct nothing held back honest answers, he went for some mild questions ~grins~ you men just need to be blunt and stop beating around the bush. With my questions I went straight for the jugular and loved seeing him squirm in is lovely red leather seats!&lt;br /&gt;There is a click between us that actually worries me a little that I shall sit on and think about as I am unsure why it worries/scares me.&lt;br /&gt;I am in your mind RR, you know I am and I plan on staying there and having you for my personal little toy boy.&lt;br /&gt;We need a night or weekend away you need to arrange it with the g/f, yes little boy you have a "business" trip coming up very soon and it is with me and it is some business that needs some serious attention!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-7575831537420970670?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/7575831537420970670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=7575831537420970670&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/7575831537420970670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/7575831537420970670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2007/11/menu.html' title='The Menu'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-6342045186075551720</id><published>2007-11-19T22:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-19T22:42:43.201Z</updated><title type='text'>Free Agenda</title><content type='html'>I have cleared my agenda for the week, I need a rest, to much work and no play makes Veiled boring! I went to the gym to work out and then relax in the sauna but I did make one appointment today.&lt;br /&gt;16:30 I finished my appointment and went to one more interesting! The person I spent most of Saturday online and on the phone with I met tonight, it was lovely, though he did turn up late!&lt;br /&gt;He had also just left a meeting and was in grey pin stripped suit which instantly worked for me!&lt;br /&gt;We sat and talked for a while, the look in his eyes made me want to devour him.&lt;br /&gt;He had to take something to a work colleague so we went driving, stepping into his car just added to me wanting to devour him, leather interior, the smell of leather seems to do something to me and he noticed!&lt;br /&gt;The night was delightful and he is a very nice person even if we did not get to having a drink though that will be solved tomorrow when we have breakfast together, it would be him making me breakfast in bed but my house is in the middle of improvements, maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;RR I look forward to my breakfast, if your not careful you will be on the menu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-6342045186075551720?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/6342045186075551720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=6342045186075551720&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/6342045186075551720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/6342045186075551720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2007/11/free-agenda.html' title='Free Agenda'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-80100531906208185</id><published>2007-11-18T10:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-18T10:41:15.886Z</updated><title type='text'>Quiet weekend.</title><content type='html'>It has been a nice quiet weekend ~touch wood~ I hope my statement is not to premature seeing it is not even midday.&lt;br /&gt;My weekends are usually quiet due to the fact that the boys are with  their partners.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy my quiet weekends even if I have some paperwork to do it is quiet, relaxing and the telephone is nice and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was interesting, I meet a sweet person online, I do not have time or chat often online so it was a nice surprise, after a few hours chatting online I gave him my number and he called me as I was going out for a nice walk in the winter air.&lt;br /&gt;I was out for a while in the lovely weather, the sun was shinning though it was close to freezing point it was very nice to be out. The whole time while out I was on the telephone.&lt;br /&gt;RR is handsome, tall, blond hair, blue eyes and you guessed it he is in a relationship. I learnt that later on, his girlfriend was at work that is why he was online.&lt;br /&gt;Like I said he is very sweet, also very handsome, lets see how/what develops&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-80100531906208185?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/80100531906208185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=80100531906208185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/80100531906208185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/80100531906208185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2007/11/quiet-weekend.html' title='Quiet weekend.'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-2836499671695501005</id><published>2007-11-16T08:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T08:22:48.623Z</updated><title type='text'>So Early so eventful</title><content type='html'>I got my 07:30 wake up call from KE we had the usual talk and he made me smile, he hung up the phone when he was at the office and said he would call me later in the day before he heads off to the Canary Islands for a vacation with his wife, You see he is working on the marriage, Can't you see he is working on it? when he is calling me and begging me to be with him always?&lt;br /&gt;A text arrived on my phone at 08:30 whilst I was in the shower, It was a distress call I presume as JP was caught last night from his girlfriend and had a lot of explaining to do, this is how I have heard it happened.&lt;br /&gt;He got home at 22:00 the g/f was not home but had made dinner for herself and left, he was left to make a sandwich for himself. This frustrates me greatly, it really gets on my nerves when a female does not look after her man well and is self centered like this female! He was also frustrated and said to me he was hanging up the phone to make a sandwich then crawl into bed.&lt;br /&gt;I sent him a text not even one minute later saying I worry about him as his tone of voice implied something was upsetting him, little did I know that some seconds earlier the g/f arrived home hours early and asked to use his phone. She used JP's phone and read his text message from me which put him in some boiling water as I can imagine.&lt;br /&gt;Well apparently I am now Irish, I do not know how but it is something that saved his bacon I guess and I am now expecting an email from him when he has, in his words "Sat down and thought about everything and what he wants"&lt;br /&gt;We all know how this ends right? Better the devil you know. A man never leaves the wife or g/f for the Mistress and anyways who said I would want that anyways, Even if I have deep feelings for the person.&lt;br /&gt;I sit and I wait to see the outcome of it all what an eventful morning already and it is just over 09:00&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-2836499671695501005?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/2836499671695501005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=2836499671695501005&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/2836499671695501005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/2836499671695501005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-early-so-eventful.html' title='So Early so eventful'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-6674629887909452976</id><published>2007-11-15T15:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-15T15:56:56.296Z</updated><title type='text'>Compact is better.</title><content type='html'>Today I was in the south of the country attending to some work and meetings, I knew this yesterday so I contacted my ex (mentioned in the last entry) and informed him I wanted a few of my things back that I needed, I had no intentions to be staying long at his house or to have any kind of chat as it was going to be between meetings and it was a two hour drive from meeting to meeting.&lt;br /&gt;While arriving in front of his house I seen his mother head for the stairs faster then any lightening I had ever seen, it was quiet amusing actually, I got out of the car, placed my jacket on and headed for the front door, he was there waiting as soon as I seen him I just about threw up. What did I ever see in this person? He looked very unwell and also seems he is not taking care of himself in more ways then one, he utterly smelt!&lt;br /&gt;I went inside for some minutes and laughed internally when his mother showered her face and she had to pick up her jaw off the ground when seeing me, which was exactly the same her son had to do when he opened the door.&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain, The last time I seen him which was only a few weeks ago (The beginning of September) I was a lot bigger and also not in the state of mind to take total care of myself, meaning cloths and make-up, My self confidence has sky rocketed and everyone has noticed it, I have also lost a huge amount of weight, three dress sizes to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;I had a tea got my things and left, this was not before I turned on my selective hearing because he was driving my insane with remarks on how stunning I was looking and why he ever treated me so bad, Well guess what little boy ? look drool and dream as this you will never have! Never Again yes I dare to say Never!&lt;br /&gt;Heading off to the next meeting I was about to die of hunger so I stopped and tanked the car and got a nice healthy sandwich, When I was paying someone tapped me on the shoulder and said "Hi gorgeous" I turned with a smile as I knew the voice, out of all the people in the world it was the person I was racing to for the meeting, we decided to take the next exit of the highway as we both knew a nice place for a drink and something to eat and we would take care of business there.&lt;br /&gt;Arriving at the cafe he stepped out of his car and was in fits of laughter, I looked at him and asked what was so funny? I looked at my shoes, top, dress pants, everything was in order. I was getting frustrated with his laughter he now had tears rolling down his face. We were escorted to a table, my jacket was taken from me and we were seated, thank goodness he has stopped laughing and pulled himself together then he asked me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business-man  "Why do you drive such a car?"&lt;br /&gt;Me                     "Why not such a car?"&lt;br /&gt;BM                    " Well you know being in the position your in and all"&lt;br /&gt;Me                    " Yes and?"&lt;br /&gt;BM                   " Don't you think it will set a better impression is you had a more upper class car?"&lt;br /&gt;Me                   " No, as people hire me for my brain not my car"&lt;br /&gt;BM                  " True but if you roll up in such a compact car it, well it looks strange"&lt;br /&gt;Me                  " So you mean if I had a car like yours a brand new BMW with all options it makes me look smarter and better at my work?&lt;br /&gt;BM               " Well no it does not mean that, it just means your more successful"&lt;br /&gt;Me              " No I think it just shower having my smaller car I do not have to compare my dick size to yours"&lt;br /&gt;~ grinning as I open my folder of papers and seeing him with his mouth opened catching flies then I added with a smile   "Now shall we talk about the conference coming up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was more entertaining about this conversation was the fact he was talking in a rather loud voice and the people behind us and to our side also heard the conversation, all happening to be businessmen also, they all put their heads down and go back to their laptops and paperwork after my comment.&lt;br /&gt;Looking outside into the car park it was full of all these new flashy BMW's , Mercedes, Audi's and so on, these in between all the optional extra cars was my little shinning compact car, yes it is a this years model, yes it gets me from point A to point B and no I have nothing to prove and no penis to compare to yours. I am a Business Woman I am good at what I do and if I  turned up on my bicycle it does not make me any better or worse at my job!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-6674629887909452976?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/6674629887909452976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=6674629887909452976&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/6674629887909452976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/6674629887909452976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2007/11/compact-is-better.html' title='Compact is better.'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-7911161387879476592</id><published>2007-11-14T21:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-14T22:27:28.502Z</updated><title type='text'>A little of the past</title><content type='html'>I had a lover for two years, he was younger then me, five years to be exact, no one could tell me there was something wrong with him, I would not hear it as he was perfect, young and handsome he was a real prince riding the white horse. When he hugged me the whole world stood still, nothing could harm me when I was in his arms, he lived with my boyfriend and I, my boyfriend was unaware of our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;It all come to a crushing stop when I found out he was cheating on me, I hear you ask how is that possible when I was actually cheating, well this is how I see it, I was nothing but honest to him about everything, nothing hidden, if I was hiding something it was from my boyfriend not my lover and I expected the same back from him.&lt;br /&gt;I was actually in love with this person and I gave him chance after chance but I found out he is a compulsive liar, I was weak, very weak with him but it will be no more.&lt;br /&gt;For his birthday which I was invited to I stayed no longer then five minutes, I entered the house that he now shared with his mother, yes he is a real mummy boy, thirty something and living with mum because she cries "I need you", I entered, gave him the things I had left at my house that was from him, slapped his face very hard and walked out.&lt;br /&gt;Explain that to mum little boy, How you are a cheater like she is, how you lied over and over and played with peoples feelings, not only mine but the six others you were playing with, I am just lucky I am a smart female and remember not to trust males and always use protection, never forget anything in the heat of the moment, I just wonder how many females out there now have the sexually transmitted diseases you have?&lt;br /&gt;I may be your ex and you are mine but that does not mean I am out of the loop about you foolish boy, all your lovers and ex lovers know who I am and are not scared to ask me anything, have you not noticed how your little black book is that, little and getting smaller by the day, like your cock, oh yes just to clear the air of a lie I told, you never made me cum I always faked it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-7911161387879476592?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/7911161387879476592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=7911161387879476592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/7911161387879476592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/7911161387879476592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2007/11/little-of-past.html' title='A little of the past'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-6317771787653627392</id><published>2007-11-13T09:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-13T09:16:49.999Z</updated><title type='text'>Wake up</title><content type='html'>After going to bed at 01:00 which is a usual time for me, I had all my paperwork done so I can have my day free tomorrow now being today to sleep in and dream all morning.&lt;br /&gt;No such luck, the boyfriends alarm woke me at 05:45, he always sleeps through his alarm so I shook him awake, kicked him out of bed and into the shower then I went back to sleep only to be woken again by him slapping me on the arse telling me how good my arse is looking from all the working out I have been doing, needless to say he got bombarded with a delightful ray of my colourful vocabulary. That was it, I could not sleep anymore, I settled back into bed looking at the ceiling wondering what to do today.&lt;br /&gt;he is not allowed to hang up the phone because this guy at the door looked like he was just released from prison. I got a text from JP at 07:00 asking if I was awake, I replied so then he called me, we had a little chinwag and I devoured him with my thoughts of our next meeting, he was lucky to be in a traffic jam at the time as he informed me he was unable to get out of the car due to his suit pants being on the edge of exploding open. He put me on hold three times because of the girlfriend calling and complaining her Internet connection kept dropping out. I have seen this girls picture and she is blond for a reason, she even admits she is demanding and high maintenance, also a sandwich short of a picnic.&lt;br /&gt;The conversation ended when he arrived at work and I proceeded to make a tea, then without fail KE called on the way to the office with regular "blah blah blah" while on the phone to him the doorbell went and it shocked me, what was someone doing at my door at 08:15? It was the electrician I forgot they were coming today to change the meters, I informed KE he was not allowed to hang up the telephone at all as this person at my door looked like he had just escaped from prison, the vibes I got from this person were not warm fuzzy feelings at all!. KE kept on the phone as long as he could though he had to hang up when he left for a meeting and I was left with a monkeys arse ugly little perv who looked either Turkish or from India, either way I was not impressed with this little midgets passes at me.&lt;br /&gt;He was here to change the meters yet all he done was try and touch me, this little worm was even walking around inviting himself to make dinner for me, trying to get close to me and hug me with an erection that was trying to rip out of his already skin tight pants. I was disgusted and felt rather violated, When he left he informed me that he has my number and knows where I live, we will see about that little boy there is no chance you will be putting that knowledge to any use! On a final note, your 5'1 arse will be reported to your company!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-6317771787653627392?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/6317771787653627392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=6317771787653627392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/6317771787653627392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/6317771787653627392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2007/11/wake-up.html' title='Wake up'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-2257896807001284587</id><published>2007-11-12T19:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-12T23:29:03.662Z</updated><title type='text'>Right on time!</title><content type='html'>It is 17:00 and my phone starts ringing every week day at this time.&lt;br /&gt;There are three males who call me on a regular basis, JP calls on his way home to his girlfriend, KE calls in the morning on the way to the office after kissing his wife goodbye, also on the way home from the office before he greets his wife, PH he calls often also for hours, he is single.&lt;br /&gt;Today JP called right on 17:00, He always makes me smile, we chatted about the regular things like work and how the weekend was, I should know by now not to ask about that he will always whine down the telephone to me about the girlfriend and how he needs me and wants to be with me. ~yawns~&lt;br /&gt; JP was begging to see me this week, though this week our agendas do not match, he is out of the country two times this week and I am also, I shall not lose any sleep over it, He is the one stressing out over when he can get away from his always complaining girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;While on the phone I heard it beep and it was KE calling, it seems he was not impressed I was not answering his call, he left two voice mails and three texts messages. My phone beeped again it was PH, he left a little text that made me smile and I answered him as soon as I was off the phone.&lt;br /&gt;I do enjoy my little calls from the boys as long as they do not whine so much. I know what to buy them for Christmas, some cheese for their whine, then again I can't as their partners might ask questions.&lt;br /&gt;Boys just know this, be as demanding as you like, I live my life my way and in no way shape or form does it revolve around you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-2257896807001284587?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/2257896807001284587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=2257896807001284587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/2257896807001284587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/2257896807001284587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2007/11/right-on-time.html' title='Right on time!'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-5485853364788491810</id><published>2007-11-07T08:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-12T11:06:42.044Z</updated><title type='text'>I bis you bis</title><content type='html'>I had a day off yesterday it was well deserved though I had an appointment in the afternoon, Should I say evening ~huge grin~&lt;br /&gt;I have been dating this guy (lets call him JP)  JP is handsome, successful and also involved, He is ever so delightful to be with.&lt;br /&gt;JP landed at the airport at 22:00 and I informed him I shall leave my house and drive in the direction of the airport, when he landed he was to call me. As I was driving towards him I seen a lovely looking hotel "The Ibis" I stopped and booked a room for the night. Here I have to make something clear JP had told his partner he was flying onto the next place of business and getting a hotel there, little did she know he was only 30 minutes from her and not in the country he said he was.&lt;br /&gt;JP called and I told him where I was, he arrived shortly after, He look very handsome. I love a man in a suit and if it is pin stripped oh how I will devour him.&lt;br /&gt;We checked in and he was a little frustrated due to the looks I was getting, Arriving at the room he commented on my clothing, as he should I looked stunning in my black skirt and stockings accompanied with stilettos and a delightful blouse.&lt;br /&gt;It was not long before I ordered him to take his top off and be ready for a massage, he was totally relaxed in minutes then play time was over, I got him naked.&lt;br /&gt;He had (yes had) never cheated on his girlfriend but you see there is something about me you do not know, not only am I Dominant in work, I am also in the bedroom, nothing feels more natural then a whip in my hands!&lt;br /&gt;JP being only a beginner to the BDSM things I was rather light on him which is more then he deserved, Some CBT (cock ball torture) much nipple torture along with tickling and the most lovely of all, pressure point pain. I mix pain with pleasure so he was taken care of with stimulating his sense's, feeding him things he has never had before, touching him in places and ways he has only dreamt of, the night turned into morning which turned into having intercourse, it was amazing after a dry spell of months, he is not a big boy by far but it felt like he took my virginity I was so tight. Once was not enough for me and due to the fact he told me his recovery time was very long I had a point to prove, I can say to you honestly and knowing it first hand his recovery time is short.&lt;br /&gt;Departing from the hotel at 09:30 was bitter sweet, little does JP know I actually have deep feelings for him though I did get a night with him and desires were met. We both left the hotel with a hug, kiss and wink and him with a guilty feeling, racing off out of the car park was the last I seen of him that day though not the last I heard from him, he contacts me daily.&lt;br /&gt;That day we were both late for our morning meetings and appointments not that we cared seeing the high we were both on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-5485853364788491810?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/5485853364788491810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=5485853364788491810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/5485853364788491810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/5485853364788491810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-bis-you-bis.html' title='I bis you bis'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148162064468012819.post-8602535954151030688</id><published>2007-11-01T17:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-12T19:28:05.311Z</updated><title type='text'>Who is Veiled Secrets</title><content type='html'>Hello and welcome to my blog, My name is Veiled, Veiled Secrets,&lt;br /&gt;To the outside world I am a caring loving person. I take good care of my boyfriend and people around me, My family and friends mean the world to me.&lt;br /&gt;There are only three people in this world who know about my veiled secrets.&lt;br /&gt;One, Is my father who I love and respect highly, He is the reason I am as successful as I am. Always a respectful man never a cheater, that I have learnt from my mother.&lt;br /&gt;Two, A friends I have met online, She lives close to me we talk often over a glass of wine sharing stories and desires that not many could understand.&lt;br /&gt;Three, My best friend in the world, she loves be for who I am and tolerates me ~kisses to you~&lt;br /&gt;This blog will tell about my Veiled Secrets, My day to day secrets which usually involve, work, travel, kinkiness, teasing and men.&lt;br /&gt;If I was a male I would be called a hero though I am not male and I am not a hero, I am me. Maybe you label me different, That's is your right, I have my point of view and you are allowed yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148162064468012819-8602535954151030688?l=veiledsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/8602535954151030688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148162064468012819&amp;postID=8602535954151030688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/8602535954151030688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148162064468012819/posts/default/8602535954151030688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledsecrets.blogspot.com/2007/11/who-is-veiled-secrets.html' title='Who is Veiled Secrets'/><author><name>Veiled Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03306711464057587434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__CyNcz4iv44/R21jXfFZgXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zDFXSi1SdOs/S220/bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
