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It has become the addiction I always wanted it to...
After LOTS of shaking his head or shrugging in “meh” when I mentioned Supernatural, my husband started watching it. It became a near non stop addiction over his vacation in January. He’s now on a temporary duty assignment, and doesn’t have access to it. “Two weeks.” He said to me, over the phone today. “It’s been two weeks since I watched an episode....
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Calm, "the look" (NSFW)
I was asked why I get all calm and quiet when given “the look” It’s a convoluted and complicated story. I’ll try to make it as simple as I can. I’m a squirmer as you’ve seen. I’m a squeaky squealing happy moaning purring li’l bundle of energy. Even when I’m sad, I mope loudly. I’m also talkative and will chatter more when I’m...
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Where to put it
Have you ever had a vent, a rant? a thought that you had no place for? As an aspiring writer I have difficulty with this. I feel this need to segregate certain thoughts to certain places. I post often over at fetlife, my sexual dreams and ideas and rants. I keep my more socially acceptable thoughts and ideas in more public forums. I find myself asking.. why? Don’t I want my readers (few as...
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damn. I am feeling lonesome today. Got some info that has me upsets today. Things will be fine.. but. :(
I feel detached from my self. My sleep schedule is so beyond fixing that I gave up on it long ago. Some nights I get far too little, some I feel like I get too much. I can’t seem to force myself into bed any earlier then 11 pm or out any later then 6 am. It’s not enough sleep. Not enough to comfort my weary brain. Spinning and whilring and full up of regrets. I wish I...
I am not..
A creep. Or a loser. I’m just lonely. I get carried away so easily flirting and smiling and watching reactions. And I feel.. disgust with myself today. My panties still sopping, my toes stil curled. For.. wanting. desiring. enjoying the company of… someone I should KNOW better then to flirt outrageously with. Fuck. I need to focus. Need to find a way to dial down these hormones...
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Today … that once again I am a creep. A total weirdo. A perv extrodinare. But.. I have a light. I want to share it. Will you hold my candle? Will you let me burn? Will you be my moth? or shall I be yours? drawn closer and closer to that which can and will … destroy has destroyed before. So self destructive. I’m my own dynamite. Burning at both ends, but especially when...
To strip. To lay bare. To remove, reduce and uncover. Skin. Delightful skin. I want to bask in it. To smell and taste and caress it. Skin. I want to cover eyes and uncover desires. To remove fear and worry and despair and fill those voids and chasms and spaces with lust and joy and giddy laughing glee. I want to hear my darlings moan. I want to know I’m responsible for the way their bodies...
I dreamed we’d ended up in the same place. Knew it’d happen eventually.. the way our paths were set. And he was older, but so was I. He’d been there longer and was showing me around. It seemed as if we’d known each other for quite some time. There was this casual comfort in each others physical presence, despite it being obvious it was one of a few face to face meetings....
Joy can't be wrong
It just can’t be bad to feel this good! Is it the spring that has me so sprung? so high strung? So very very ready and raring and willing? I feel heat, on my skin, in his eyes, in the promise of.. ..no it’s a tease. Spring warms to summer. Things will get all hot and moody. Damp and dripping with bounty and growth. The earth spread beneath me pushing straining throbbing with life....
I am resisting the urge to comment on how very good you look. To compare the shape of your lips to mine, wondering how they’d fit. To spend more time, then I already have, deciding if you’d smell clean and sweet or warm and earthy. I resist the urge to ask about the texture of hair I picture far too often running my fingers through. To ask about the stamina, strength, durability of...
I am Lusts little bitch. She grabs me and controls me. Making heat rise. My body reacts. I can’t always help it. The just so tilt of an overly emotive face, a glance, and I’m done for. Trying so hard not to be Echo to Narcissus, that’s the job of some other girl, not mine. They already have me. They own me. These stolen moments with near strangers. Flirting and teasing and...
Eyes closed. Here is where I inhale. exhale. Part lips for a gasp. Thrust hips forward. Throw head back. Come. then feel guilty for it. I wish I could transmit desire. Temptation. Sin. Without any of the discomfort that so many have over owning their sexuality. I wish I could enwrap encase enmesh my lusts, wants, and semi-guilty pleasures directly into the reward centers of their sweet minds....
I want more
Blend the gentle into the firm. A splash of hot onto super sensitive stimulated skin. Blushed and brushed with budding bruises and marks. A peach. Easy to mark. easy to heal. My pale speckled skin shows the print of a hand so well. Of a paddle beautifully. And those little tooth teeth prints of a wartenburg pinwheel? Brilliant red. That shiver that races across my back when I hear the wand warming...
ignoring my muse
I can hear her. In the other room of my mind. Calling, cajoling, begging me to write. To bleed my pain across the page. To smear lipstick, ink, and bile onto my keys, to feel through my fingertips. Something, anything- if for a moment. But I’m quiet. I won’t answer her call, not with what she wants. I refuse. I want to write something pretty. Something sexy, something soothing,...
And just like that the world is dusted. Frosted all over like icing on a cake. I saw a spiders web, glazed and graced by ice. The beauty is something surreal. Inexplicable. And sad. No sunshine again. Cold again. Stuck inside again. In this strange land where I am the foreigner. Where I am the imbecile who doesn’t speak the language. The outsider. The intruder. Blurring and chopping their...
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