Annie's corner

[AnnieLit]

As in public proposals?
Because just the thought of something like that getting sprung on me around other people, makes my blood pressure rise in a non-desirable way.

I love the lighting ind that picture.
You are really good at what you do!

Thank you!

Yes, these proposals are very much public. I guess by that time the proposing party knows their partner well enough to predict that there will be no panic attacks? Thankfully, so far nobody fainted or anything like that. Sometimes there are tears and once there was a girl that kept backing away from the guy and repeating "What are you doing? What are you doing??", which made me rather nervous, but she still said "yes", it turned out to be her way of showing surprise, not anger. For a second there I was ready to put the camera down and step in to stop the whole thing and was really glad that it wasn't needed.

Those that hire a photographer usually choose a place with nice city views. Some couples are locals, some are here on a trip, but I guess they want the pictures to scream "this happened in Chicago!". Some choose relatively secluded places, I might be the only other person there, some do it in very public touristy spots where I have to find an angle to make it look like there is nobody else around. Sometimes it ends up in applause and cheering from bystanders too, but brides don't seem to mind all the attention.

Many grooms ask afterwards "Did you know that I was going to propose?" and the answer for the most part is "Yes, I just didn't expect it to happen today." Very rarely the girl says "No, I had absolutely no idea."

 

[IrisAlthea]

there was a girl that kept backing away from the guy and repeating "What are you doing? What are you doing??", which made me rather nervous, but she still said "yes", it turned out to be her way of showing surprise, not anger.

That would so be me, but angry too.

from bystanders too, but brides don't seem to mind all the attention

I’m really not fond of that kind of attention, so I guess that’s part of it on top of not being a big fan of surprises either.

Many grooms ask afterwards "Did you know that I was going to propose?" and the answer for the most part is "Yes, I just didn't expect it to happen today." Very rarely the girl says "No, I had absolutely no idea."

That part I get.
Mr Althea sprung the question when I was balancing on the balustrade of a bridge over a river.
We had discussed marriage but it came out of the blue at that time anyway.
I didn’t fall into the river and it was just us, so all was well.

 

[AnnieLit]

Mr Althea sprung the question when I was balancing on the balustrade of a bridge over a river.
We had discussed marriage but it came out of the blue at that time anyway.
I didn’t fall into the river and it was just us, so all was well.

Love the "I didn't fall into the river" part!

 

[AnnieLit]

That moment when you have to stop by the studio to grab a couple pieces from the client closet to dress ...for work. And you do it right too, because later on a couple of pro Dommes not just compliment you on your outfit (that's just a polite thing to do), but ask you where it is from! And laugh when they realize that it is not from anywhere, that's just a few unrelated pieces thrown together.

The Exxxotica was fun!! I met some people that I might work with and some people that I definitely will work with - I am hired to shoot at a dungeon party! Don't ask me what that is, I have no idea yet. Will get the details later, but I sure love my job!

More pictures when I am done editing, but here is the outfit for the day.

 

[AnnieLit]

The Expo was fun, some things went as I expected them to go, but there were some surprises too.

One of them was a reading fetish. Didn't know that there is such a thing! On the other hand, I have been on Lit long enough to know that people like to read this stuff. So there must be some that enjoy listening to it too. I couldn't listen to her with straight face, but people watching was fun.

 

[AnnieLit]

Grr .. I don't know how to put a video in here
https://streamable.com/e/kqeez9?

 

[AnnieLit]

I should probably say something, but I don't know even where to start...

I have a ton of scraps of stories all starting with "we met 7 years ago on Lit. 7 years of messages, calls, a picture here and there, a video chat on rare occasions when he had a good internet connection. Seven years. And now the waiting came to the end, in two hours my plane will land and we will finally meet."

We didn't make it that far, two years short of seven life decided to interfere.

I will never see you.
I will never feel your hand on my skin.
I will never sit on the floor at your feet - somehow this was the recurrent fantasy I had about you. Me naked in a warm room sitting on a wood floor, you are fully dressed, your hand absentmindedly playing with my hair. You are reading and so am I, but your hand wouldn't let me concentrate and I catch myself reading the same sentence for the fourth time.

This will never happen.

You are gone.
Gone from Lit.
Soon you will be gone from Life. You wouldn't let me hold your hand for as long as possible, you want to do it alone. I wouldn't even know when it happens.

I am lost.
I had a plan, my life was supposed to be pretty predictable for next ten years or so. Some big changes needed to happen to make that plan work, but I was slowly and steadily working on that. One problem solved, another. One loose end tied...

And now I am walking, talking, even smiling sometimes, but I have no idea where I am supposed to go, move towards what. You where my Sun and like a butterfly I was flying towards you. It is not night, things are not that bad, but it's a dusk and I lost my direction.

I tried to role play a few times - words lost any meaning when it is not you I am talking to. I need to move on, but I don't know how to talk to people and not compare them to you. I know this is unfair - there is no way they can stand up to a five year relationship, but then for us the spark was there from day one.

We had a long chat that day, I needed to go and you were sad about it. I remember it word for word.
- Don't be sad, I will be back.
- Back in my lap?
- ... yes ...

Now I know that the correct answer should have been "yes, Daddy", but at that time I had no idea. I don't know how, but you knew it right away. It took me two years to start using the word because you liked it and another year or so to actually start liking it myself.

How can anybody ever compare to that?!

I don't know what to do with all the dreams, and hopes, and memories. They just pop up at random tines when I see a familiar turn of phrase, a name, a picture that I would have saved and sent to you if I could.

What do I do with all that?!

 

[SouthernTongue69]

I should probably say something, but I don't know even where to start...

I have a ton of scraps of stories all starting with "we met 7 years ago on Lit. 7 years of messages, calls, a picture here and there, a video chat on rare occasions when he had a good internet connection. Seven years. And now the waiting came to the end, in two hours my plane will land and we will finally meet."

We didn't make it that far, two years short of seven life decided to interfere.

I will never see you.
I will never feel your hand on my skin.
I will never sit on the floor at your feet - somehow this was the recurrent fantasy I had about you. Me naked in a warm room sitting on a wood floor, you are fully dressed, your hand absentmindedly playing with my hair. You are reading and so am I, but your hand wouldn't let me concentrate and I catch myself reading the same sentence for the fourth time.

This will never happen.

You are gone.
Gone from Lit.
Soon you will be gone from Life. You wouldn't let me hold your hand for as long as possible, you want to do it alone. I wouldn't even know when it happens.

I am lost.
I had a plan, my life was supposed to be pretty predictable for next ten years or so. Some big changes needed to happen to make that plan work, but I was slowly and steadily working on that. One problem solved, another. One loose end tied...

And now I am walking, talking, even smiling sometimes, but I have no idea where I am supposed to go, move towards what. You where my Sun and like a butterfly I was flying towards you. It is not night, things are not that bad, but it's a dusk and I lost my direction.

I tried to role play a few times - words lost any meaning when it is not you I am talking to. I need to move on, but I don't know how to talk to people and not compare them to you. I know this is unfair - there is no way they can stand up to a five year relationship, but then for us the spark was there from day one.

We had a long chat that day, I needed to go and you were sad about it. I remember it word for word.
- Don't be sad, I will be back.
- Back in my lap?
- ... yes ...

Now I know that the correct answer should have been "yes, Daddy", but at that time I had no idea. I don't know how, but you knew it right away. It took me two years to start using the word because you liked it and another year or so to actually start liking it myself.

How can anybody ever compare to that?!

I don't know what to do with all the dreams, and hopes, and memories. They just pop up at random tines when I see a familiar turn of phrase, a name, a picture that I would have saved and sent to you if I could.

What do I do with all that?!

WOW

 

[AnnieLit]

@SouthernTongue69 @TANSTAAFL58

Looks like I am losing my writing skills.

I am glad you two were amused by this, but the expected reaction was "sorry for your loss" or something along those lines, not a wow.

 

[TANSTAAFL58]

@SouthernTongue69 @TANSTAAFL58

Looks like I am losing my writing skills.

I am glad you two were amused by this, but the expected reaction was "sorry for your loss" or something along those lines, not a wow.

I am actually somewhat speechless. That was the wow. That was raw, and very personal. I wrote, then deleted a PM. I'm just not sure how to react. Been there myself, but obviously not as deep as your experience. My PMs are open, if you want to chat.

 

[SouthernTongue69]

@SouthernTongue69 @TANSTAAFL58

Looks like I am losing my writing skills.

I am glad you two were amused by this, but the expected reaction was "sorry for your loss" or something along those lines, not a wow.

I truly meant no disrespect. I didn't know what to say as I felt your pain. It moved me so much that I could only come back with the WOW. I truly am so sorry for your loss.

 

[AnnieLit]

I am actually somewhat speechless. That was the wow. That was raw, and very personal. I wrote, then deleted a PM. I'm just not sure how to react. Been there myself, but obviously not as deep as your experience. My PMs are open, if you want to chat.

Thanks Tan, I might take you up on that offer. Because I need to talk to somebody and talking to new people at the moment feels way off. Plus you are older, so probably had to deal with this much more than me. Maybe friends, not lovers, but still.

 

[IrisAlthea]

I should probably say something, but I don't know even where to start...

I have a ton of scraps of stories all starting with "we met 7 years ago on Lit. 7 years of messages, calls, a picture here and there, a video chat on rare occasions when he had a good internet connection. Seven years. And now the waiting came to the end, in two hours my plane will land and we will finally meet."

We didn't make it that far, two years short of seven life decided to interfere.

I will never see you.
I will never feel your hand on my skin.
I will never sit on the floor at your feet - somehow this was the recurrent fantasy I had about you. Me naked in a warm room sitting on a wood floor, you are fully dressed, your hand absentmindedly playing with my hair. You are reading and so am I, but your hand wouldn't let me concentrate and I catch myself reading the same sentence for the fourth time.

This will never happen.

You are gone.
Gone from Lit.
Soon you will be gone from Life. You wouldn't let me hold your hand for as long as possible, you want to do it alone. I wouldn't even know when it happens.

I am lost.
I had a plan, my life was supposed to be pretty predictable for next ten years or so. Some big changes needed to happen to make that plan work, but I was slowly and steadily working on that. One problem solved, another. One loose end tied...

And now I am walking, talking, even smiling sometimes, but I have no idea where I am supposed to go, move towards what. You where my Sun and like a butterfly I was flying towards you. It is not night, things are not that bad, but it's a dusk and I lost my direction.

I tried to role play a few times - words lost any meaning when it is not you I am talking to. I need to move on, but I don't know how to talk to people and not compare them to you. I know this is unfair - there is no way they can stand up to a five year relationship, but then for us the spark was there from day one.

We had a long chat that day, I needed to go and you were sad about it. I remember it word for word.
- Don't be sad, I will be back.
- Back in my lap?
- ... yes ...

Now I know that the correct answer should have been "yes, Daddy", but at that time I had no idea. I don't know how, but you knew it right away. It took me two years to start using the word because you liked it and another year or so to actually start liking it myself.

How can anybody ever compare to that?!

I don't know what to do with all the dreams, and hopes, and memories. They just pop up at random tines when I see a familiar turn of phrase, a name, a picture that I would have saved and sent to you if I could.

What do I do with all that?!

I’m so, so sorry Annie!

I don’t have words for how shitty these conditions of life are, where we don’t get to decide when to quit.

 

[AnnieLit]

I’m so, so sorry Annie!

I don’t have words for how shitty these conditions of life are, where we don’t get to decide when to quit.

Thank you.