Isolated Blurt Thread

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logophile said:
Hmm... so much to say here....

First of all, I blush easy. Just ask anyone who was here in November. Compliments are hard for me. They just are. It's taken a long time for me to be able to say "Thanks," politely without denying...

And then, the other thing...
I'll pretty much never ever object to being soundly spanked, ridden hard and put away wet as long as it's a reward and not a punishment. In my relationships, only the "good girl" gets spanked and fucked like she deserves.


Sarahhh... I'll make you the same offer I made Scarlett - drive north and I'll wear the boots just for you. :kiss:
Writing that made you damp, didn't it?
 
logophile said:
Hmm... so much to say here....

Sarahhh... I'll make you the same offer I made Scarlett - drive north and I'll wear the boots just for you. :kiss:

I'll let you know.

:D
 
logophile said:
Hmm... so much to say here....

First of all, I blush easy. Just ask anyone who was here in November. Compliments are hard for me. They just are. It's taken a long time for me to be able to say "Thanks," politely without denying...

And then, the other thing...
I'll pretty much never ever object to being soundly spanked, ridden hard and put away wet as long as it's a reward and not a punishment. In my relationships, only the "good girl" gets spanked and fucked like she deserves.


Sarahhh... I'll make you the same offer I made Scarlett - drive north and I'll wear the boots just for you. :kiss:
Wait! What? *scrolls madly*
OMG! I have to get a new car now. :heart:
 
Wow. I'm really so stupid.

Why didn't I go to bed, like, five hours ago?

Tomorrow's gonna suck. :rolleyes:
 
Despina said:
Writing that made you damp, didn't it?

Oh Honey -
It's no secret...
The words 'good' and 'girl' used together always make me damp.

More so when whispered hot in my ear as I'm on my knees, face in the pillow, freshly spanked ass in the air, waiting waiting waiting for one more...
 
It's night time and I don't feel the sadness I used to feel.

I feel like something good is heading my way, a new chapter is being written and it's a comedy/drama.
 
I always getted ticked that my blog doesn't get much traffic. What is funny is that I only get to it from my sig.

Ha

4.71!!
 
I have a stupid question:

What makes a novella a novella? What is different from a normal story? Just length or entries? Please, enlighten me.
 
Found scribbled on a paper, tucked into a book I was reading in the fall. Can't remember writing it, even though it's in my handwriting...

When I hear that ring on my phone, your ring, I still jump for it. It doesn't matter what else I'm doing, where I am, or how many ways we've hurt each other. If I know it's you, I'm there. Ready to take your shit, or hold you up or kiss your soft mouth. I'm willing still to be whatever you need.
I don't remember ever feeling quite this way -
My friend R says he doesn't understand it because he avoids relationships as intense as ours. I say, there is no relationship anymore.
It's over. Been over for weeks. Or months. And maybe it never started.
When we dated, we weren't dating.
And when we were sleeping together, we weren't supposed to be.
And by the time I was your girlfriend, we were both already wondering how long till it was over.
R laughs at me. Online, no less. And still I know he's laughing.
Talking to her every day is no way to kick the habit, he warns.
I know it. I still have the track marks from us running down my arms.
 
McKenna said:
A few months ago I noticed something on the General Board that I think has some merit (will wonders never cease?!) It was a thread called "The Isolated Blurt Thread." In this thread anyone could type anything they wanted, a word, a sentence, whatever. I realized it must be a cathartic kind of thing, to be able to blurt out what the hell ever you want whenever you want (I envy ChilledVodka for this.) So I'm starting an AH version of the Blurt Thread.

Use and enjoy, and may the Force be with you.

ZAGNUT!

Rumple Foreskin :cool:
 
logophile said:
Found scribbled on a paper, tucked into a book I was reading in the fall. Can't remember writing it, even though it's in my handwriting...

When I hear that ring on my phone, your ring, I still jump for it. It doesn't matter what else I'm doing, where I am, or how many ways we've hurt each other. If I know it's you, I'm there. Ready to take your shit, or hold you up or kiss your soft mouth. I'm willing still to be whatever you need.
I don't remember ever feeling quite this way -
My friend R says he doesn't understand it because he avoids relationships as intense as ours. I say, there is no relationship anymore.
It's over. Been over for weeks. Or months. And maybe it never started.
When we dated, we weren't dating.
And when we were sleeping together, we weren't supposed to be.
And by the time I was your girlfriend, we were both already wondering how long till it was over.
R laughs at me. Online, no less. And still I know he's laughing.
Talking to her every day is no way to kick the habit, he warns.
I know it. I still have the track marks from us running down my arms.

:rose: You've expressed that soul-desperation and the complete lack of desire to save yourself perfectly, Logo. Makes me hurt.

Peace. :kiss:
 
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