“–And that is why wizards were maid to go into hiding,” she wrote. “That’s not how you spell made, Linny. It’s m-a-d-e, not m-a-i-d.” I said, over her shoulder. “I never said I was good at spelling. I said I was good at making up BS for history class.”
The maid walked into the room with this days breakfast tray. It looked so delicious I almost wanted to cry. It had been a long night of restless sleep. How did she know it was needed?
I knew a few maid’s over my time in New York, I used to be one myself once upon a time, never did I think I would be the one with a maid and yet that’s now what I am. And I’m not sure I’m happy about that.
Be nice to your maid because she has all your dirt. You may think she deposes of it but she probably is holding onto just in case she needs to use it against you.
“It was the maid,” Theodore. Saunders said as Mrs. Saunders complained about the broken china plate in the living room. Technically it was true, but only because the maid had thrown the plate at Mr. Saunders’ head after he’d groped her as she bent over the sink to clean the dinner dishes.
There was a maid. She was beautiful. Though poor of course, she would steal. Then one day the father of the household caught her and faced her. She was never seen again. . .
i like to clean . but i could never be a maid. it would prbably ruin my life. having to wake up every morning only to waste my life away..cleaning? how does that even work? i don’t think this job should even be allowed.
maid sounds lovely, unlike the actual profession that are only suitable for people who get kicked out of homes at an early age
our maid disappeared – and she was the only one I respected
I would expect you innocent readers, like many other to think that this means nothing more than a female helper.
WRONG
The word maid derives from the word mayide, meaning ‘snake assassin’.
Mayides are of the rarest and most brutal killers and are responsible for the deaths of MJ, Ronald Macdonald, and my neighbourgh’s cat Frisky Wisky.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
It wasn’t long before she realized that he didn’t marry her for her conversation — they never talked. Or her cooking — he always complained about it. Nope. He just needed someone to keep his underware clean and his dishes washed. He had married a maid, not a wife.
shouldn’t you check yourself.
check your pride.
check your home training.
b/c there really is no reason to have
someone pick up behind you.
that’s why other countries hate us.
well, except for other countries’ royalty,
that is.
the maid wears a black and white dress. but her heart’s blackness ate up all the light that was left. sometimes, as she meticulously dabbed every last dust drop from the countertops, she thinks of that thing, and the emptiness in her chest aches.
The maid stooped down and picked up what appeared to be a thin needle from the carpet. A liquid caused the sheen of the needle to be emphasized and she could not help but thank god she was wearing gloves and closed toed shoes.
thy maiden is fair
thy maiden is blind
to all of lifes evil
and it’s own sorry kind
of destruction and sorrow
you see this is so
thy maiden is fair
thy maiden is no more.
thy maiden is fair
thy maiden is blind
to all of lifes evil
and it’s own sorry kind
of destruction and sorrow
you see this is so
thy maiden is fair
they maiden is no more.
The Maid is very special, when I come home from work. She will simply strip me of my cloths and dignity. Once she has me at her disposal she will then begin to suck my cock.
i feel like a maid in my house. everyone i live with are complete slobs. i’m only 18 and i feel like the adult. i do the dishes, do the laundry, sweep the floor, clean basically everything, and my younger sister walks off with the allowance while i’m just considered “the good daughter”.
a tattered maiden of the home life. a white apron can hide many things. scars. stolen objects. unhappiness. A maid rarely smiles out of joy. Her unloving grace sparks many a opinion.
maid reminded me first of someone who cleans my apartment then of the word made. are you maid to be made or are you made to me a maid? who know but i dont really want to be made to be a maid or anything like
maid to order. not made to order. but maid, as in a maid that will clean your house and do your laundry and dust the baseboards. maid. she is a maid to order around? sort of. she does do whatever you tell her to! so yes, maid to order.
a maid is like a servant. does she get respect? yeah, if she’s a sexy maid dressed to please. but no, a maid in the most innocent sense of the word is not a respected person. people demean her and berate her. but really? she’s just another person trying to make an honest living, just like the rest of us.
This makes me think about the sub’s room mate. Every time he talks about her, I either hear him say ‘red car’ or ‘blue car’ or ‘silver car’. I’m pretty much convinced she’s a whore. Not sure, though. She definitely is not a very good maid considering his laundry isn’t finished.
She listens to her ipod, so loudly. And probably plays with our pet more than she dusts the mantelpiece above the fireplace. She cleans well, but damn… when does she even clean? It’s pretty insane. But I guess she’s a good maid if she can do that!
The girl was standing at the roadside – limp blonde plaits, filled eyes, pouted lip and soaked stockings. Her gingham was patched and stained by the swirling dust as she knelt by the puddle soaking silently into the sandy path, her tin pail lying balefully nearby – twas the milk maid crying over spilt milk
The maid was pale, wearing a faded sprigged apron and a tight grey bun. Her hand quivered on the door handle. She looked as if she had never seen the autumn. Her face was drawn as she saw me at the door, and she said quietly “The master isn’t home.” I peered into the house and it seemed she was right. I thanked her and left, the lonely maid who shut the door with a muffled “click”.
Jame really enjoyed making jumps back to thys time fold. The Macleran he was driving was doing a 170 and still purring the autobahn was clear. He had left the cretin about an hour ago she was chit chatting with the maid at the exhibition center. He set his transponder on her and left it on alarm. He had tyme to kill he wanted to enjoy thys jump he would kill the cretin later.
“Tell the maid to clean that up,” Alexandra stood over her wine spill and addressed the butler. “Looks like you take after your mother after all,” James stated as he walked into the opulent parlor. “What? Oh James,” Alexandra turned and carefully arranged her features into a cold mask. “I didn’t know you were coming by today.” “Just seeing Justin,” he replied as he took in vivid blue eyes, artfully arranged hair, and haughty expression. “Yes, definitely your mother. Both in looks and demeanor.”
She walked into the parlor with a swagger in her step, you see M’am she said it wasn’t the me, the ever so lowly maid that killed him, it was you, when your ‘other’ self came out to play.
I’m maid up of thousands of tiny pieces. They aren’t mine; none of them. They are all miniscule pieces that I’ve taken from everyone I’ve ever known. Some are tiny, you can barely see them, but there’s this one bit, one big bit that’s all yours.
Eithne was the spitting image of Seth. She had his eye shape and skin tone and, though it wasn’t all that common, his smile. Her eye colour, on the other hand, was far different. They were a piercing blue against her brown skin and stuck out across the room. She had to be his sister.
Teasmade. Someone to make tea for me. Tea for two. A housemaid. Someone to clean my house for me. She’d be nosing about in all my stuff. Looking for deep, dark, dirty secrets. She wouldn’t find any though. She’d be more likely to find dirty underwear, to be honest.
“–And that is why wizards were maid to go into hiding,” she wrote. “That’s not how you spell made, Linny. It’s m-a-d-e, not m-a-i-d.” I said, over her shoulder. “I never said I was good at spelling. I said I was good at making up BS for history class.”
The maid walked into the room with this days breakfast tray. It looked so delicious I almost wanted to cry. It had been a long night of restless sleep. How did she know it was needed?
Maid in Manhattan. It was on TV the other day. Jennifer Lopez?
An intriguing combo, Jennifer Lopez and Ralph Fiennes. I don’t think that would happen in real life.
I knew a few maid’s over my time in New York, I used to be one myself once upon a time, never did I think I would be the one with a maid and yet that’s now what I am. And I’m not sure I’m happy about that.
Be nice to your maid because she has all your dirt. You may think she deposes of it but she probably is holding onto just in case she needs to use it against you.
“It was the maid,” Theodore. Saunders said as Mrs. Saunders complained about the broken china plate in the living room. Technically it was true, but only because the maid had thrown the plate at Mr. Saunders’ head after he’d groped her as she bent over the sink to clean the dinner dishes.
my maid is my moms best friend and almost sister. she loves my mom more than my moms actual sister loves my mom. she never cleans my room.
There was a maid. She was beautiful. Though poor of course, she would steal. Then one day the father of the household caught her and faced her. She was never seen again. . .
i like to clean . but i could never be a maid. it would prbably ruin my life. having to wake up every morning only to waste my life away..cleaning? how does that even work? i don’t think this job should even be allowed.
maid sounds lovely, unlike the actual profession that are only suitable for people who get kicked out of homes at an early age
our maid disappeared – and she was the only one I respected
I would expect you innocent readers, like many other to think that this means nothing more than a female helper.
WRONG
The word maid derives from the word mayide, meaning ‘snake assassin’.
Mayides are of the rarest and most brutal killers and are responsible for the deaths of MJ, Ronald Macdonald, and my neighbourgh’s cat Frisky Wisky.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
I may have maid all of that up.
deliberate spelling error^^
fox XD
She worked, she hated it.
She worked.
Dusting.
Damned fucking dusting. Damned kids got this stuff everywhere. Somehow.
It was mystical. Exciting, new, terrifying.
They needed a maid, damn it.
It wasn’t long before she realized that he didn’t marry her for her conversation — they never talked. Or her cooking — he always complained about it. Nope. He just needed someone to keep his underware clean and his dishes washed. He had married a maid, not a wife.
shouldn’t you check yourself.
check your pride.
check your home training.
b/c there really is no reason to have
someone pick up behind you.
that’s why other countries hate us.
well, except for other countries’ royalty,
that is.
the maid is a lonely one
sitting on her sad old swing
back and forth her thoughts collide
the maid wears a black and white dress. but her heart’s blackness ate up all the light that was left. sometimes, as she meticulously dabbed every last dust drop from the countertops, she thinks of that thing, and the emptiness in her chest aches.
The maid stooped down and picked up what appeared to be a thin needle from the carpet. A liquid caused the sheen of the needle to be emphasized and she could not help but thank god she was wearing gloves and closed toed shoes.
thy maiden is fair
thy maiden is blind
to all of lifes evil
and it’s own sorry kind
of destruction and sorrow
you see this is so
thy maiden is fair
thy maiden is no more.
thy maiden is fair
thy maiden is blind
to all of lifes evil
and it’s own sorry kind
of destruction and sorrow
you see this is so
thy maiden is fair
they maiden is no more.
The Maid is very special, when I come home from work. She will simply strip me of my cloths and dignity. Once she has me at her disposal she will then begin to suck my cock.
i feel like a maid in my house. everyone i live with are complete slobs. i’m only 18 and i feel like the adult. i do the dishes, do the laundry, sweep the floor, clean basically everything, and my younger sister walks off with the allowance while i’m just considered “the good daughter”.
a tattered maiden of the home life. a white apron can hide many things. scars. stolen objects. unhappiness. A maid rarely smiles out of joy. Her unloving grace sparks many a opinion.
maid reminded me first of someone who cleans my apartment then of the word made. are you maid to be made or are you made to me a maid? who know but i dont really want to be made to be a maid or anything like
maid to order. not made to order. but maid, as in a maid that will clean your house and do your laundry and dust the baseboards. maid. she is a maid to order around? sort of. she does do whatever you tell her to! so yes, maid to order.
Maids were once made differently, bearing dowries rather than dustbusters, but they were still objects of desire.
a maid is like a servant. does she get respect? yeah, if she’s a sexy maid dressed to please. but no, a maid in the most innocent sense of the word is not a respected person. people demean her and berate her. but really? she’s just another person trying to make an honest living, just like the rest of us.
This makes me think about the sub’s room mate. Every time he talks about her, I either hear him say ‘red car’ or ‘blue car’ or ‘silver car’. I’m pretty much convinced she’s a whore. Not sure, though. She definitely is not a very good maid considering his laundry isn’t finished.
She listens to her ipod, so loudly. And probably plays with our pet more than she dusts the mantelpiece above the fireplace. She cleans well, but damn… when does she even clean? It’s pretty insane. But I guess she’s a good maid if she can do that!
she is responsiblefor our foods!
A man needs a maid. To help him. To clean up after him. To set him right.
My father had a maid in old age. Her name was Alameda, and her hair was darker than wet dirt.
The girl was standing at the roadside – limp blonde plaits, filled eyes, pouted lip and soaked stockings. Her gingham was patched and stained by the swirling dust as she knelt by the puddle soaking silently into the sandy path, her tin pail lying balefully nearby – twas the milk maid crying over spilt milk
The maid was pale, wearing a faded sprigged apron and a tight grey bun. Her hand quivered on the door handle. She looked as if she had never seen the autumn. Her face was drawn as she saw me at the door, and she said quietly “The master isn’t home.” I peered into the house and it seemed she was right. I thanked her and left, the lonely maid who shut the door with a muffled “click”.
Jame really enjoyed making jumps back to thys time fold. The Macleran he was driving was doing a 170 and still purring the autobahn was clear. He had left the cretin about an hour ago she was chit chatting with the maid at the exhibition center. He set his transponder on her and left it on alarm. He had tyme to kill he wanted to enjoy thys jump he would kill the cretin later.
“Tell the maid to clean that up,” Alexandra stood over her wine spill and addressed the butler. “Looks like you take after your mother after all,” James stated as he walked into the opulent parlor. “What? Oh James,” Alexandra turned and carefully arranged her features into a cold mask. “I didn’t know you were coming by today.” “Just seeing Justin,” he replied as he took in vivid blue eyes, artfully arranged hair, and haughty expression. “Yes, definitely your mother. Both in looks and demeanor.”
She walked into the parlor with a swagger in her step, you see M’am she said it wasn’t the me, the ever so lowly maid that killed him, it was you, when your ‘other’ self came out to play.
I’m maid up of thousands of tiny pieces. They aren’t mine; none of them. They are all miniscule pieces that I’ve taken from everyone I’ve ever known. Some are tiny, you can barely see them, but there’s this one bit, one big bit that’s all yours.
Eithne was the spitting image of Seth. She had his eye shape and skin tone and, though it wasn’t all that common, his smile. Her eye colour, on the other hand, was far different. They were a piercing blue against her brown skin and stuck out across the room. She had to be his sister.
Teasmade. Someone to make tea for me. Tea for two. A housemaid. Someone to clean my house for me. She’d be nosing about in all my stuff. Looking for deep, dark, dirty secrets. She wouldn’t find any though. She’d be more likely to find dirty underwear, to be honest.
mad,plaid,glad
silly little maid
smiling all day
resigned to the fate of subservience
The maid was in the kitchen doing the dishes. When suddenly she looked out the window and a bird flew by.
Now in this time she had a flashback about a distant past.