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You are far from dumb.... Those guys just don't realise how lucky they are and how much you deserve :rose:

Thank you Nax :kiss:

Perhaps I should let you vet them for me, be easier for me if someone did.:rolleyes:

I've made some bad choices in my time, and it kills me to think about them.

Does Andante want to get back together? Or is he just wanting to play around in some way? I think if you still have feelings for him, it will be too painful to be casual with him. Well, that's how it would be for me anyway.

Andante sent fun, interesting upbeat messages and suggested we spoke on the 'phone.
But why now?
He is probably being no more than friendly, after all we never actually fell out when it ended.
 
Please remember that you have every right to Demand.
I've always kept my promise to you and I have no intentions of ever
breaking it. I keep no secrets from you. I tell you the truth.

Yesterday, seems like it was years ago. I didn't want to go on medication,
once I realized what it was or that it was there, in true fashion, i bit the bullet
went down there and faced my fear.

Thank you for allowing me to weep and slobber all over you.
You are always there for me and I am always going to be counting on you
to be there for me.

I love you.
 
Dear X,

You are the love of my life. Keep me always, or I'll come tie you up and torture y--wait. That's only going to encourage bad behavior. Dammit!

~Bunny
 
Dear X,

You are the love of my life. Keep me always, or I'll come tie you up and torture y--wait. That's only going to encourage bad behavior. Dammit!

~Bunny

Dear X,

Darn it. My plan isn't going to work. Crap. Now what am I going to to?

Kitty
 
Dear X,

Have a wonderful day with your Lassies!

MMMHHHHH CAKE! Yumm:eek:

X
 
Dear Viggo,

Thanks for such an amazing evening. You are everything I dreamed you would be...and handy with rope to boot! If I had to pick a favourite part of our time together, I'd have to say it was the naked, hot air balloon ride. Being tied to the outside of the basket allowed me a fantastic view of the lagoon. Nice touch.

I'd be remiss if I didn't also thank you for the delicious box of fresh vegetables. Who knew an egg plant had so many uses?

I look forward to many more play times together and I really think we should consider a reenactment of that naked, knife fight scene in a Turkish steambath, from Eastern Promises. Dude, that was hawt!

Until next time, and The Return of the King...

Yours antipodally,
K

*Parts of the above episode may be exaggerated and/or a complete delusion but please play along and let a poor girl have her fantasy.
 
My darling CB,

I hope things are working out for you. I know you're convinced that his is the best quality of man you've been with (which, based on your track record, isn't saying much). Perhaps he is -- though you never really gave me much of a chance.

The trade-off, of course, is that you never would have met him had you not given up on your other "husband." Or "boyfriend." Or whatever you saw it as. That was your dream. That was the end result of years of time, effort, and money. That's what you invested your life in, and were using to do good for everyone else. And you gave up on it because it was no longer convenient.

I know I screwed up my chance. But I didn't do it royally. I just wasn't perfect. I was nervous. I wanted so badly for things to work, but I'm still fairly new to this, all things considered. Other people -- other guys you've allowed into your life, and into your body -- have done much worse than simply park on the wrong side of the street in the rain. I know you were considering me. I've been told by someone who would know. But you apparently gave up on me and started screwing an 12-year-old in a grown man's body. And while you were doing that, everythign went down the crapper.

He didn't stop that from happening. He wasn't that invested, nor would you have let him, considering you didn't even respect him (yet you fucked him; you DID respect me, too much to touch me, I suppose). I could have. I would have. I could have helped you ... but only if you had given me a chance. I'm bad at it, I know, but give me a reason to be better, and I would have given you the world. Or at least the break you needed to keep the dream alive.

But now it's gone. You've accepted something else, another life. And you've apparently made peace with it. That's good. I never wanted you to be miserable. But I think you made a mistake, nevertheless, and now both our lives have been negatively changed because of it. You just have a better consolation prize than I do.

-- CTC
 
Dear x,

I am really sorry you took it that way. I honestly thought you would understand *soft smile*
I am trying my best, but I needed to know...just like any normal person would, in the position that I have found myself in.

I wasn't trying to be unreasonable or pushy.

Infact I had gone out of my way today to do really nice, positive things.
 
Dear Daddy,

Thank You. *You* are the reason I keep going. And You just gave me a million more reasons to love You.

Love always,
me :heart:
 
Dear beautiful,

I am SO proud of you. you made Me SO happy and pleased to have you open up to Me. I know it was hard but it meant the world to Me to finally know.

I will help you and you will never have to worry about anything again. :)

I love *you*. ;) :heart:

Love Eternally,
Daddy :heart:
 
Dear oversensitive a-holes:

If you think I'm a bitch now, keep pushing me. I bet you won't fucking like it once I tear you a new textual asshole.

Leave me the fuck alone.
 
Dear Viggo,

Please stop calling and emailing. We had twenty-four magic hours together, can't that be enough? Honestly, you are embarrassing yourself.

Please don't make me seek a restraining order, (like I did with Clive Owen...yes, I know you're reading this Clive). I will never forget our time together and every time I see a sheet of bubble wrap and a weed eater, (and a Ukrainian midget), I will smile a secret smile, just for you. But you must set me free. I am a wild stallion that needs to r--

Well, I'm not a stallion, actually, I'm a mare. That doesn't have the same ring does it? I am a wild mare...hm, nope. OK, OK, I'm something wild that needs to run, (or swim or fly) free. Let me go, V.

Let me go.

Fondly,
K
 
Dear S,

It has been a while since our last S&M date, and a while since we saw each other last time. A couple of important talks happened since and the last month, away from everything, has given me time to digest them.

After my revelation, you mentioned forgoing sex from now on. You have never shared what you decided on the matter, and at first I feared I would not be able to continue under such condition.

Since then thou, knowing that you wish to keep me anyway, I understood that it does not matter either way. Our relationship, if I may so call it, is not about me and my sexual satisfaction, it is about you and yours, and as such I'm your toy to play as you see fit: what you want you get, what you don't want your leave.

Me? I get my emotional fulfillment knowing that I pleased you (and a bit of an ego boost knowing that I did it).
Don't get me wrong, I love when you fuck (rape) me: my pussy, my ass, my mouth (what better way to feel your energy?). But I'm not in this for the sex or the orgasms, not mine at least.

I'm understanding more than ever that what I'm getting out of it has little to do with my immediate physical pleasure. It feeds something that, to explain with few vague words, I would define as my slave soul. There is simplicity in having one single scope, there is peace in equating my happiness with your pleasure. It is refreshing knowing that my surrender feeds your core. And reinvigorating basking in its contentment.

Circumstances outside mine (or your) control are such that any promise of longevity will make little sense. Nevertheless, for how long as it will last, I'm your to take what you need and I'll be grateful for any crumbs of attention and care you'll feel like giving me. And if you don't, I'll still be grateful for letting me be in your life what you need me to be.

Part-timely yours
 
Dear S,

It has been a while since our last S&M date, and a while since we saw each other last time. A couple of important talks happened since and the last month, away from everything, has given me time to digest them.

After my revelation, you mentioned forgoing sex from now on. You have never shared what you decided on the matter, and at first I feared I would not be able to continue under such condition.

Since then thou, knowing that you wish to keep me anyway, I understood that it does not matter either way. Our relationship, if I may so call it, is not about me and my sexual satisfaction, it is about you and yours, and as such I'm your toy to play as you see fit: what you want you get, what you don't want your leave.

Me? I get my emotional fulfillment knowing that I pleased you (and a bit of an ego boost knowing that I did it).
Don't get me wrong, I love when you fuck (rape) me: my pussy, my ass, my mouth (what better way to feel your energy?). But I'm not in this for the sex or the orgasms, not mine at least.

I'm understanding more than ever that what I'm getting out of it has little to do with my immediate physical pleasure. It feeds something that, to explain with few vague words, I would define as my slave soul. There is simplicity in having one single scope, there is peace in equating my happiness with your pleasure. It is refreshing knowing that my surrender feeds your core. And reinvigorating basking in its contentment.

Circumstances outside mine (or your) control are such that any promise of longevity will make little sense. Nevertheless, for how long as it will last, I'm your to take what you need and I'll be grateful for any crumbs of attention and care you'll feel like giving me. And if you don't, I'll still be grateful for letting me be in your life what you need me to be.

Part-timely yours

This is f**king hot, Rida . . . :kiss: I hope he can see it.
 
This is f**king hot, Rida . . . :kiss: I hope he can see it.

Thank you:rose:

No, he is not on Lit and that is why Dear X is, for me, such a liberating thread as I do not have to mint my words. I'm still debating whether to e-mail it to him or not. Probably I will ... but a sanitized version :eek:
 
Thank you:rose:

No, he is not on Lit and that is why Dear X is, for me, such a liberating thread as I do not have to mint my words. I'm still debating whether to e-mail it to him or not. Probably I will ... but a sanitized version :eek:
Why "sanitized?" It's what you feel.
 
Dear X,

I'm taking a break from the site. I check back much too often, just in case you've signed on, just in case you've maybe written or posted. Then, occasionally, there will be a message. That familiar little box pops up after I've logged in and I see it, a note from you. My heart takes a break and I eagerly open the message. You were just saying hello or something, a (very) brief PM to which I will respond and then wait a month for your answer. I appreciate the messages, but in a way I'm sure you never intended, they've kept me...wanting.

Why can't I just let go? I need to and I'm doing it now. Letting go. Finally, good-bye. I miss you still, but I can't allow myself to hang on to this fantasy when you've so clearly (and rightfully) let go. I'll remember you fondly.

Bye.
 
Dear X,

You make me just as excited as my first girlfriend did when I saw her standing before me naked. I'm not telling you these things to seduce you. It's just that I want you that bad. Everyday I have with you I'll treat it as if it's the last. Holding nothing back. Giving you more pleasure than you thought was humanly possible. I can't imagine being with you and not touching you in some way. Stealing a kiss on an elevator. A quick grab of your ass as we wait on our table. A whisper in your ear on my way to the bathroom of then naughty things I have in store for us when we get home.
 
Dear X's

Thank you to all my X's...
you have helped me fine tune exactly what I need in my life.
so many non-nogotiables have surfaced due to the past mistakes.
so many tweakings of the "list of requirements".
so many years I had lost all hope.
so many times I didn't want to try again.

Just when I resigned myself to being forever single...
someone crosses my path that is so tuned to my needs.
He has none of the past flaws, wants none of the compromises.
The core values are EXACTLY aligned with mine.

Finally... dare I hope this is the final.. the be all & end all...
Dare I think he will never hurt me like those in my past?

This will be the last time I give out my heart..
everything will end this time, I will not go through this again.
Loyality & patience is the basic. the rest will happen in time.

I :heart: you Kato.
 
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