Isolated Blurt Thread

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The only gripe I have is I can rarely ever find petite pants, so I can't buy winter pants/jeans there. I would say at least half of my tops are from there (if not more.)
Yep, that's me too. Or, I get petite pants and they're still long enough for someone who's 5'7"...usually, I just buy the ones that fit and bribe my mom to alter them for me. Being short is the pits. :(
 
I'm definitely starting to think girls are more trouble than they're worth. Apologies to all the awesome females on here, but it is what it is.
 
Ok, so this "non-drowsy" sinutab stuff . . . is not a good idea for an insomniac.

Just saying. :rolleyes:

I'm hungry. I want meat.

And then I want naked and skin and touch.

And then sex and to be held by her all night long. And to chase away the lonely and everything that is not welcome.

And then to sleep for hours and hours, till I wake up with the sun already shining. The real sun. And it will be a hot day, and I will walk on the beach and feel the sand and the water on my skin. And I will smile and be happy.

One can dream.
 
I want to be seduced. I want someone to size me up, find my triggers and play each and every one with artistry and creativity that makes me breathless.

Ditto.

ETA: Or just a fraction of that passion directed my way.
 
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i just want to seduce without return
to touch
play
tease
and draw out heavy breath and lusty sighs.

i just want to feel without expectation
revel
play
carouse
and saturate the air with cries of delight.

i just want...
 
I'm a weenie. Small children should point and laugh and poke me with their jam hands for being such a weenie.
 
i just want to seduce without return
to touch
play
tease
and draw out heavy breath and lusty sighs.

i just want to feel without expectation
revel
play
carouse
and saturate the air with cries of delight.

i just want...

It starts off with desire.
(So what else is new.)
But this desire is to tease,
to please,
to find ways of tying knots
in quivering flesh
where she begs me to stop,
wants me to not.
It starts off with a tactile
fascination,
a sublime sensation
upon my tongue.
Chuckling into her sex
when she screams.
But then I find that she has
captured me.
And I am subjugated
by her response
and mine.
 
something tells me that you are being wayyyyyyy too hard on yourself.
:rose:
No. Weenie-ism at its most pronounced. Ragged heartbeat and all.
But thank you, eviliciously sweet woman. :rose:

Where are you?
Laughing at someone having to milk their cat.

Nope. she is a weenie :p

I'm just foolin.
She's not really a weenie. Mostly.
:kiss:
No, you are right. I'm going to rectify the weenie-ness. Hopefully. Hopefully now.
 
my daughter is

21
today.
holy fuck!
*blink*

seems like it was just yesterday that i was teaching her how to do shots.
time flies.
 
I'm in the mood to buy myself presents.

(Yes, that was a blurt -- in addition to a mood.)
 
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