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"Let my inspiration flow in token rhyme, suggesting rhythm,
That will not forsake you, till my tale is told and done.
While the firelights aglow, strange shadows from the flames will grow,
Till things weve never seen will seem familiar....."











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I found out tonight that the last woman I slept with used a strapon on the man she was with after me, and now everyone at poker is wondering if I took one, which I didn't...
 
I don't know how I could be so dumb. I'm embarrassed beyond belief. Can I please curl up and die now? :(
 
You'll do the best out of it, Dampy. We all love you. :rose:
 
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I REALLY don't want to wait till Friday to have an orgasm.

But I will because you asked. Even if I am already ready to explode.
 
I think a couple of my stories got 1-bombed. :mad:

well obviously they didn't read them....... I imagine that happens to everyone in here though..... Once you get more exposure I'm sure those same stories will shoot up.. Sucks that everyone can't see your talent the way I do... but then again I like that uniqueness..... :rose:
 
*shakes head*

I went to the store to specifically get pop............. I ended up getting other things and forgot to get the pop.......

grrr... I'll go back later when I come home from my meeting.....
 
*shakes head*

I went to the store to specifically get pop............. I ended up getting other things and forgot to get the pop.......

grrr... I'll go back later when I come home from my meeting.....

As you age, you become obsessed with the Hereafter. You walk into a room and ask, "What am I here after?"
 
Oh. Oh my. :heart:

I'm so glad you didn't make me wait. And I'm amazed that lunch hour phone sex is so fucking hot.
 
Gimme, gimme, gimme.

The rewards of that given far outweigh the instant gratification of that asked for.

Child.
 
Because I can't say this anywhere else-


the roses you gave me are blooming,
a gradual unflowering
and each day I look at them and think
of you, of the way you looked at me
standing above you in my bra and stockings,
the way you touched me in your car,
the way you smiled at me in candlelight,
and I wonder if you would have given them
to me if you had known I would fall a little
in love with you each time I see them-
blossoms unfurling

today on the phone I told you how much
I wanted, needed, release from this tension
inside me and I wonder if you knew,
if you had known, that I would fall a little in love
with you for giving it to me, for telling me to find
a room alone, to touch myself. did you know
that I would feel more than pleasure
when you took time in the middle of your day
to let me come, fly high, shatter inside

some days I worry you know me too well
can see my secret needs and that you
are giving them to me one by one,
a sort of slow seduction that you like so much
until I am wrapped tightly around you in
need and greedy love.
but some days I worry that you don’t know at
all, that it’s all coincedence, an accidental gift
and how will I ever tell you what you’re doing to me
and if I tell you will you turn away? So
I unfurl like the roses, I let down my guard little
by little and I think how will I survive this
and how can I walk away?
 
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