Confessions: What Are Yours?

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ICT taking this photo last night was just what I needed to do..

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ICT your photo is awesome.....:kiss::kiss::kiss::kiss:
 
Lucky dog! But you deserve it. I know you'll be playing your game some time, right? I looked it up. Sounds like fun.

I'll be playing tomorrow probably. I finished it, and got to bag the blue alien woman, but there's a lot I didn't do on my first play through. I got so plugged into it last night that my wife made me turn it off and promise not to play it at all today. And this is why she won't let me play World of Warcraft.
 
ICT being disappointed that Sir can't get a day off this week.

But!!! IFCT it probably won't do us any harm to talk more instead of fucking like demented bunnies. :D
 
ICT i was just drinking a Arrowhead contoured shaped water bottle with a sports top and got an idea.......
 
I confess to being part of these Lit forums...
I'm not ashamed or anything, actually kind of happy I stumbled upon it.
But with the chances of running across someone posting as a completely different person, or a member being a paid product placement person talking about the newest freakin camera or whatever in public forums, I think I'm gonna work on going and getting some real pussy for a little while:D
Wish me luck!
Mmmm....
 
ICT seeing my asshole ex husband in court today and feeling nothing but relief that he is no longer a part of my life.
 
ICT a dear friend's generosity and trust in me has immeasurably brightened an otherwise wasted day:)

IFCT I will be spending another long night attempting to begin some work that should have been finished much earlier:rolleyes:
 
ICT I'm tired of sex chats. I need the real thing. (Disclaimer: This confession is not an indicator of future results.)
 
I confess that lately I've started to feel self-conscious about the amount of satisfaction I get from giving pleasure. It's like, damn if I enjoy it this much then there must be something wrong -- I must be pretending that I'm more valuable than I actually am if I feel this good about it. I guess that's a weird sort of metaemotion.

It's like, if I spend several hours focusing on someone else, and I enjoy it about as much as they do, that must mean that I am somehow taking ownership of it in some weird way. Like I need it just as much as they do. And if I need it then it's not really something done for someone else. In which case it's really just me pleasing myself for someone else's benefit. Anyway, this is all very confusing.
 
I confess that lately I've started to feel self-conscious about the amount of satisfaction I get from giving pleasure. It's like, damn if I enjoy it this much then there must be something wrong -- I must be pretending that I'm more valuable than I actually am if I feel this good about it. I guess that's a weird sort of metaemotion.

It's like, if I spend several hours focusing on someone else, and I enjoy it about as much as they do, that must mean that I am somehow taking ownership of it in some weird way. Like I need it just as much as they do. And if I need it then it's not really something done for someone else. In which case it's really just me pleasing myself for someone else's benefit. Anyway, this is all very confusing.

You, my sweet, might make a very good sub.

It's where your focus is that counts...
 
I confess that I ran out of deodorant the other day, so I sprayed Febreeze under my arms.

Sometimes you gotta make due with what's available.
 
I'll third it. And soon, very soon, Ima will be out to play for real. The anticipation of that fact makes for one very overheated naughty girl :devil:



naughty is good, so long as you don't lose control :devil:


ICT I haven't been around lit much at all - this cold nasty weather is getting to me.
 
I confess that lately I've started to feel self-conscious about the amount of satisfaction I get from giving pleasure. It's like, damn if I enjoy it this much then there must be something wrong -- I must be pretending that I'm more valuable than I actually am if I feel this good about it. I guess that's a weird sort of metaemotion.

It's like, if I spend several hours focusing on someone else, and I enjoy it about as much as they do, that must mean that I am somehow taking ownership of it in some weird way. Like I need it just as much as they do. And if I need it then it's not really something done for someone else. In which case it's really just me pleasing myself for someone else's benefit. Anyway, this is all very confusing.

Nothing wrong with that. As a friend of mine says, I don't open doors for women because they're ladies. I do it because I'm a gentleman. IOW, it's just fine to feel good about yourself when you do something for someone else.
 
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