I've had a migraine all day (I know, being on the computer doesn't help, but right now, I'm too antsy to sit in the dark), and I had a phone call from that past lover of mine, and he was taunting me. Not fair.. he's out in my neck of the woods right now, and although we know nothing will happen, he began to talk in that sexy voice of his of things that I can't do, because I'd hurt my bf if I did them. I'm horny, and I dont even get to see my honey until next weekend, if that... I just.. I need a hug.. and a lay... and... man, I need a high.
Feeling Miserable.
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daddy4mysweety
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Isn't incredible how terribly cruel some men can be when playing (or is that preying?) on the emotions of young women whose lust can conceivably get the best of their better judgment at any given moment, especially when the object of their desire is an older more experienced lover who truly enjoys giving pleasure as much as receiving.
On the other hand... maybe its those specific moments that are needed to challenge the hearts and souls to see if love is pure. I believe the love you have for your b/f is just that: pure and very real. Embrace the lust and let it warm your body, but always live in the real world.
On the other hand... maybe its those specific moments that are needed to challenge the hearts and souls to see if love is pure. I believe the love you have for your b/f is just that: pure and very real. Embrace the lust and let it warm your body, but always live in the real world.
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sorry to hear hun it must be something going around lately
it must be something going around latelyI dreamed about that past lover of mine last night... To begin with, I had the most amazing night online with some friends, and the greatest cyber I've EVER had with my bf.. (he's so sexy)... I went to sleep to thought of my bf, and woke up to thoughts of the ex-lover.... in the dream, the ex was my physiotherapist.. he was trusted by my parents, and my mother had dropped me off at the appointment, only to leave me there with him.. the last appointment of the day. He brought out wine, and had let his secretary off early, and I lay there in my shorts and tank while he wandered around the room, talking in that wonderful voice of his... eventually, we were making love on the physio bed, my body twisting and turning around his... and oh.. what a wonderful state I woke in this morning....
*happy sigh*
(he's so sexy)... I went to sleep to thought of my bf, and woke up to thoughts of the ex-lover.... in the dream, the ex was my physiotherapist.. he was trusted by my parents, and my mother had dropped me off at the appointment, only to leave me there with him.. the last appointment of the day. He brought out wine, and had let his secretary off early, and I lay there in my shorts and tank while he wandered around the room, talking in that wonderful voice of his... eventually, we were making love on the physio bed, my body twisting and turning around his... and oh.. what a wonderful state I woke in this morning.... *happy sigh*
A poem for the ex lover.
You could be my father,
But I'm glad you're not.
Otherwise, the feelings that I have for you
would be unnatural, even more taboo
than they already are.
We are at opposite ends of the spectrum
in so many ways,
And yet we are somehow
akin.
HOw can two people so perpendicularly parallel
such as we
find each other?
I am ancient, you are new,
but I am younger than you.
Such silly things about each other
keep the tension high-
The way that everything about your voice
is mirrored in my eyes-
It is not what we say-
It is the unsaid
That we hear so vividly.
You are beautiful,
and I feel so unsophisticated in your shadow.
Yet I continue to look up at you
and listen,
the daydreams dancing across my mind,
my eyes, my taut, ready breasts.
Touch me.
Love me.
I would give it all for you,
young Elder.
*and yet.. there are reservations... I would give almost all... for I love my SO far too much.. but it hurts*
You could be my father,
But I'm glad you're not.
Otherwise, the feelings that I have for you
would be unnatural, even more taboo
than they already are.
We are at opposite ends of the spectrum
in so many ways,
And yet we are somehow
akin.
HOw can two people so perpendicularly parallel
such as we
find each other?
I am ancient, you are new,
but I am younger than you.
Such silly things about each other
keep the tension high-
The way that everything about your voice
is mirrored in my eyes-
It is not what we say-
It is the unsaid
That we hear so vividly.
You are beautiful,
and I feel so unsophisticated in your shadow.
Yet I continue to look up at you
and listen,
the daydreams dancing across my mind,
my eyes, my taut, ready breasts.
Touch me.
Love me.
I would give it all for you,
young Elder.
*and yet.. there are reservations... I would give almost all... for I love my SO far too much.. but it hurts*
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