Damn it, Jennifer
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Posted:Feb 2, 2020 12:54 pm
Last Updated:Feb 20, 2020 7:24 pm
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I hate myself for feeling this way For wanting you to come back For wasting my time on another pipe dream I should have known better I did know better Indeed I wanted to resist you But you wouldn’t let me And I couldn’t let myself Pretend that I wasn’t drawn to you I couldn’t avoid you if I tried It was a mere few hours of my life So much life lived before And after, too Yet those moments with you play in my mind Like an old favorite song And I hate myself for this feeling of longing Of wanting to see you again And for what I don’t even know Maybe to just create a few more memories To sear in my brain Or maybe to try again to make it matter as much to you as it did to me But here I am again Still thinking of you And hating myself For hoping and wanting and wishing and willing you to come back.
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Lessons to learn
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Posted:Feb 1, 2020 4:34 pm
Last Updated:Feb 2, 2020 10:31 am
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I feel your eyes on The weight of your stare The scrutiny You command with those eyes I’m at once willing Even in my clumsy disobedience What else can I do I aim please you and often fail Yet, you do not frighten Indeed I long for your firm hand I’ve been watching you, too Through down turned eyes I watch you watching You try maintain the appearance of mystery and brooding Yet, I see the pleasure on your face The look of amusement you can’t quite hide Still, you are in control, and you know it One day, I will be the little girl you long for For now, I’m just the broken woman With lessons be learned
For distant friend, Quixote, tries be mysterious and brooding but is rather comical instead.
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A Legend Died Today.
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Posted:Jan 26, 2020 8:08 pm
Last Updated:Mar 16, 2020 12:54 pm
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I have nothing but sadness in . When I am sad, I write even worse poems than usual. Yes, I know there were so many other people lost their life today, but I cannot get the image of head of a father looking down at his scared little , knowing he could not save her.
Did they know Could they know Did he hold her hand And put his arms around her Did he lie her and tell her it would be alright Did he believe it would be After all, he was Kobe The legend on the court A hero for people everywhere Arguably of the greatest of all time Nothing bad could happen And yet, somehow it did The world seems so bleak now So empty Too much loss and sadness Too many questions that will never be answered But I hope there was time enough to tell her All the things he wanted to say It may somehow take some of the sting of knowing A legend died today.
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Acceptance
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Posted:Jan 26, 2020 11:28 am
Last Updated:Feb 7, 2020 6:09 am
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The camera doesn’t lie Each image produced shows wrinkles and lines It scrutinizes and tells the bitter truth The aging process The expression lines of joy and sorrow Once so photogenic Smiling and glowing Now there’s an all too different perspective The glow of youth disappeared to become The weary face of the middle aged And the camera catches it all.
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Possession
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Posted:Jan 25, 2020 4:26 pm
Last Updated:Jan 26, 2020 6:14 am
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He made me feel beautiful For the first time in a long while I wanted to share myself with the world I wanted to allow others see fully and completely The irony is that the greater the beauty he exposed The more he wished to keep me hidden
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Penetrate my soul
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Posted:Jan 25, 2020 9:43 am
Last Updated:Feb 2, 2020 10:18 am
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You at from a distance And then at once you are standing by side Sending chills through Scaring just a little Making want run Yet somehow wrap arms around you Pulling you nearer still You tilt up into eyes I turn eyes downward But you order return your gaze Trying get inside penetrate soul
Piece by piece You remove clothing Hands exploring every inch Of exposed body All the while Never taking your eyes from mine With ever increasing nakedness, It becomes harder not turn away You understand. But you refuse give in You hate what you perceive as shyness Finally naked You lift up and carry the bed Pleasuring with fingertips and tongue Glorifying wetness Increasing need I spread legs farther apart for you Silently begging you fill make it all worthwhile Trying get you inside penetrate soul
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Play On, Player
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Posted:Jan 21, 2020 2:49 pm
Last Updated:May 21, 2024 10:46 am
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Your actions seemed so genuine I was taken in quite handily. Now, it’s much clearer. The MO is predictable. You see a woman who catches your eye and comment on her public posts, all charming and attentive. She eats it up; she is as predictable as you. Then you take it to the inbox. It’s more private there and more easily guided without prying eyes. Next, you move on to private messages. You make it clear you’re in the same town and you’re interested in meeting her. She agrees to a meeting. You’re charming and sexy in your own way, and your attention draws her in. Before long, she’s eating out of the palm of your hand and falling to her knees at your feet. Little does she know that tomorrow you will move on to the next town, while she’s still trying to figure out how to pick herself up off the floor.
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To the day the music came back to life.
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Posted:Jan 14, 2020 10:44 am
Last Updated:Jan 21, 2020 3:22 pm
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A friend of mine informed me he wants to insert a remote controlled vibrator in me and have me sing a song of my choice. Though hesitant about this, I have given serious consideration to the song. I think I will go with American Pie. I love the song and it goes on forever! However, part of me thinks it will be sacrilegious to get off while singing about the day the music died. Either way, I will be justifiably sad when it’s over. Incidentally, have any of you noticed how I talk myself in and out of things on a continual basis?  At any rate, I think it will be crazy and sexy and I will get to participate in some of my favorite activities...singing, orgasms, and slight exhibitionism. Maybe I need to rehearse before the show.
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What? Why? How?
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Posted:Jan 13, 2020 5:08 am
Last Updated:Jan 14, 2020 4:56 am
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Has anyone else noticed that words inexplicably disappear from their blog posts? Twice now, I’ve had to go in and edit my previous piece because all of the me’s, my’s, and to’s have vanished.
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Explorations
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Posted:Jan 12, 2020 7:26 am
Last Updated:Feb 2, 2020 8:15 pm
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Kneeling before him Semi clothed Yet fully exposed I wonder what he sees when he looks at me Is he making note of my nakedness? Does he watch my face? Is he reading my mind? Has he even noticed me at all? I see myself so clearly here I am a willing participant in that which I claim to not enjoy I’m slightly embarrassed by my sudden eagerness to please Does he see that too? Does he see through me? Or is he not bothering to look at all?
He reaches out to touch me Exploring my breasts My nipples Their ability to harden He notices their fullness Their shape The way I arch my back Straining for more contact Now, I know he is watching He encourages me to express my pleasure To show him what turns me on His hands briefly leave my breasts to caress my face One finger reaches for my bottom lip Tugging it gently Is this a hint of things to come? There’s so much depth in these subtle explorations Yet he has barely scratched the surface of my desire
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The other side of fear
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Posted:Jan 11, 2020 1:13 pm
Last Updated:Jan 11, 2020 2:00 pm
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We fear the things we need the most And crave the things that scare us It’s the nature of the beast I look at you And I see something Not so much the romanticized future But rather a future of dreams and fantasies fulfilled I see a chance to learn and grow To seek comfort outside my comfort zone I see a challenge and excitement You entered my life through a broken glass And you sealed off the pane Yet, instead of making me feel captured You made me feel free You made me feel alive I fear what you offer me, yet I crave the feelings it creates I look at you and know I have found what I was seeking in the moment I look at you and realize There is wonder in all the things I fear
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My Gut Told Me No
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Posted:Jan 9, 2020 9:18 am
Last Updated:Jan 13, 2020 8:42 pm
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Today, I had a coffee date with someone. He invited me home, and I abruptly told him no. I told him it was because I had somewhere else to be, but that wasn’t the truth. I simply didn’t want to go home with him. It wasn’t that I found him unattractive. Indeed, he was cute with nice features and a what appeared to be a nice body. His looks were not my hold up.
The truth is that for as kinky as I would like to be, I want my kink how I want it. I’m looking to be fucked in some wild sweaty abandon, but on my terms. For as nice and as clean as he seemed, he was merely a transient, renting a room in a house with five other renters. He was a man with plenty of history, and maybe a future, but at present, he seems to be elusive, as though maybe he were nothing more than the modern day Walter Mitty; his stories were quite , though possibly imaginative and untrue. Maybe we weren’t going to share anything more than a naked afternoon, but in that nakedness, there are so many things being shared. The writer in me told me to fuck him. I’m here for the experience, right? So how can I experience anything continuing to refuse everyone who comes along? But today just wasn’t my moment. Today it just didn’t feel right. I’m in this for the long haul, and not the sprint to the finish line. There may be plenty of questionable afternoons in my future, but today I made the decision to go home alone.
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Not Fit For This Lifestyle
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Posted:Dec 30, 2019 6:07 pm
Last Updated:Jan 12, 2020 11:22 am
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Women of all shapes and sizes enjoy sexual intimacy. Indeed, it’s often been said that bigger women are better in bed. A man can fuck her without worrying about breaking her. Yet, every woman depicted in the lifestyle is skinny. Her breasts are perfect, and her rib cage shows. Her ass is taut and makes a perfect target. That’s a standard women like me can’t live up to. My breasts are large and natural. My hips are wide; my belly has expanded and shrunk with pregnancy and childbirth, with yo yo dieting, with life. It’s a pity that I am filled with desires and lusts and fantasies, but based on media’s portrayal of what’s beautiful and sexy, my body is no longer fit for the lifestyle of a woman longing to be fucked.
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