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Dear Self,
I've been lazily touching my body, today. I made myself stare, at my nude body, in the mirror.
I thought if I could attempt to see my body with another set of eyes, I would appreciate it.
So, I went into the bathroom to wash my hands and I lifted my shirt. I eyed my nipples and tugged on each one.
"Not too bad. The color is kind of nice."
Am I strange? I'm so tough on myself. I really want to be comfortable in my skin.
With love,
An insecure girl, even after all these years
I've been lazily touching my body, today. I made myself stare, at my nude body, in the mirror.
I thought if I could attempt to see my body with another set of eyes, I would appreciate it.
So, I went into the bathroom to wash my hands and I lifted my shirt. I eyed my nipples and tugged on each one.
"Not too bad. The color is kind of nice."
Am I strange? I'm so tough on myself. I really want to be comfortable in my skin.
With love,
An insecure girl, even after all these years
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Dear yossi,
While you are kind, you are even more delicious.
<3,
yours in lust
While you are kind, you are even more delicious.
<3,
yours in lust
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Dear Sunday,
phone rings
cat screams
door knocks
he locks
lights out
screen shouts
floor creaks
skin shrieks
clock ticks
finger sticks
day ends
night blends
Let's make today better, please.
Yours truly,
on the way to insanity girl
phone rings
cat screams
door knocks
he locks
lights out
screen shouts
floor creaks
skin shrieks
clock ticks
finger sticks
day ends
night blends
Let's make today better, please.
Yours truly,
on the way to insanity girl
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Dear old friend,
I was thinking about intensity last night.
More about the balance of things, in life.
The yin and yang, the dark and light, the love
and indifference...and how I'm not a middle of the road lover.
I feel every single emotion with a fever that frightens me, at times.
It can be exciting and exhilarating. But when I'm in the midst of the scary dark, I poignantly acknowledge the monster in my closet.
I wish we could sit and talk again.
I fear no one knows me better.
Love,
big hips, full lips, and drop drips
I was thinking about intensity last night.
More about the balance of things, in life.
The yin and yang, the dark and light, the love
and indifference...and how I'm not a middle of the road lover.
I feel every single emotion with a fever that frightens me, at times.
It can be exciting and exhilarating. But when I'm in the midst of the scary dark, I poignantly acknowledge the monster in my closet.
I wish we could sit and talk again.
I fear no one knows me better.
Love,
big hips, full lips, and drop drips
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Dear Thursday Morning,
I sit here in a t-shirt and undies. I close my eyes for a moment and I'm suddenly aware of this nub between my crossed legs.
I uncross my legs and recross...feeling a tingle move from my clit, up to the back of my neck.
My hair has grown long and the thickness brushes my nipples, through my t-shirt. If I silence myself,
I can feel the hairs move the fabric and my nipples respond. As I arch my back,
I feel the weight of my breasts shift and with a raise of my arm, my left breast lifts slightly.
I feel the heavy flesh and pointed nipple press into the fabric.
Femininity. My female energy fills the room and I aroused, smile gently.
There's a wet spot on my undies now. And, I want to be filled with rigid fervor.
Being stretched, every inch of my softened slit, hugging and tugging...I ache.
Sincerely,
Lonely girl with a rehabbed cunt
I sit here in a t-shirt and undies. I close my eyes for a moment and I'm suddenly aware of this nub between my crossed legs.
I uncross my legs and recross...feeling a tingle move from my clit, up to the back of my neck.
My hair has grown long and the thickness brushes my nipples, through my t-shirt. If I silence myself,
I can feel the hairs move the fabric and my nipples respond. As I arch my back,
I feel the weight of my breasts shift and with a raise of my arm, my left breast lifts slightly.
I feel the heavy flesh and pointed nipple press into the fabric.
Femininity. My female energy fills the room and I aroused, smile gently.
There's a wet spot on my undies now. And, I want to be filled with rigid fervor.
Being stretched, every inch of my softened slit, hugging and tugging...I ache.
Sincerely,
Lonely girl with a rehabbed cunt
Lancecastor
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Dear Lance,
Be nice.
You have admitted your fancy for me.
,
rainy
Be nice.
You have admitted your fancy for me.
,rainy
Lancecastor
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Dear Lance,
Be nice.
You have admitted your fancy for me.
rainy
Hey now... I was throwing you a bone of support for your plight.
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Dear man without a face in my dream,
Slowly, I stripped myself of last night's lust. My shorts...still musky from the drippings
he produced. As I slid the shirt off my chest, I eyed the claw marks that trailed my rips.
I needed the pain to override the raw hunger for him. Last night, he gifted me with both-
pleasure and pain. Below, my brown nipples were erect and throbbing from the heated tugs. I sank down into the hot water...
long hair piled onto my head. The steam swirled around my already reddened, marked body.
With a razor firmly gripped in hand, I dragged the blade along my lips.
My swollen clit peaked from under the hood, a moisture separate from my oiled bathwater, dripping from my slit.
With each slide of the razor, my body shuddered. I parted my lips and dreamed of sweet tastes along his body.
Moans filled the room as I came over and over. I stepped from the bath and wandered to the bedroom.
With a picture of his cock in hand, I pressed my palm into my cunt. I gasped as I probed my spread cheeks with a brush handle.
With tease, I smacked the bristles into my ass and continued pushing the length into my tightened hole.
His picture drenched from my drippings as I fucked my ass, shamelessly. Soon, I found myself whispering his name as I awoke from my dream.
Sincerely,
a woman who wonders if you are real
Slowly, I stripped myself of last night's lust. My shorts...still musky from the drippings
he produced. As I slid the shirt off my chest, I eyed the claw marks that trailed my rips.
I needed the pain to override the raw hunger for him. Last night, he gifted me with both-
pleasure and pain. Below, my brown nipples were erect and throbbing from the heated tugs. I sank down into the hot water...
long hair piled onto my head. The steam swirled around my already reddened, marked body.
With a razor firmly gripped in hand, I dragged the blade along my lips.
My swollen clit peaked from under the hood, a moisture separate from my oiled bathwater, dripping from my slit.
With each slide of the razor, my body shuddered. I parted my lips and dreamed of sweet tastes along his body.
Moans filled the room as I came over and over. I stepped from the bath and wandered to the bedroom.
With a picture of his cock in hand, I pressed my palm into my cunt. I gasped as I probed my spread cheeks with a brush handle.
With tease, I smacked the bristles into my ass and continued pushing the length into my tightened hole.
His picture drenched from my drippings as I fucked my ass, shamelessly. Soon, I found myself whispering his name as I awoke from my dream.
Sincerely,
a woman who wonders if you are real
Tigersman
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Television Network Executives
Dear Television Executives,
During football season when you show all the college games, you disappoint thousands of parents whose child plays in the college band. Instead of showing the band's halftime entertainment which parents and relatives are hoping to see, you stick in its place some men who are going to update the audience of games being played or will be played later that day or rehashing what viewers saw during the game. You are imitating the sportscasters for the NFL but the parents and relatives of college band students are not the least bit interested in your halftime coverage. Wake up and smell the shit you are shoveling.
Dear Television Executives,
During football season when you show all the college games, you disappoint thousands of parents whose child plays in the college band. Instead of showing the band's halftime entertainment which parents and relatives are hoping to see, you stick in its place some men who are going to update the audience of games being played or will be played later that day or rehashing what viewers saw during the game. You are imitating the sportscasters for the NFL but the parents and relatives of college band students are not the least bit interested in your halftime coverage. Wake up and smell the shit you are shoveling.
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Dear you,
We went over to your father's last night and I was dreading it. We go over and play nice.
They have no clue what I am about and I guess maybe that is for the best. I can tell when I am in that insolent mood.
I purposefully wore that tight tank top and the curves of my breasts were easily seen.
There is no chance that I am seen as attractive to your father- he is an old man and well, not my type.
But I caught him eyeing me.
I would playfully bend over. You, on the other hand, never looked.
We got home and you went to bed. I sat on the sofa, feeling sorry for myself.
I poured myself a glass of wine and lit a few candles. Soon, I was
pouring candle wax on my breasts. I prayed you would wake up and fuck me.
You didn't. The pain burned through me. And I fondled my nipples, crying out of frustration.
I huffed and peeled off the cooled wax and threw it on the floor.
I stuck my hand in my jeans. I wanted you to wake up and catch me.
I wanted you to be pissed and spank me.
You would never, though.
Sincerely,
In the Bell Jar
We went over to your father's last night and I was dreading it. We go over and play nice.
They have no clue what I am about and I guess maybe that is for the best. I can tell when I am in that insolent mood.
I purposefully wore that tight tank top and the curves of my breasts were easily seen.
There is no chance that I am seen as attractive to your father- he is an old man and well, not my type.
But I caught him eyeing me.
I would playfully bend over. You, on the other hand, never looked.
We got home and you went to bed. I sat on the sofa, feeling sorry for myself.
I poured myself a glass of wine and lit a few candles. Soon, I was
pouring candle wax on my breasts. I prayed you would wake up and fuck me.
You didn't. The pain burned through me. And I fondled my nipples, crying out of frustration.
I huffed and peeled off the cooled wax and threw it on the floor.
I stuck my hand in my jeans. I wanted you to wake up and catch me.
I wanted you to be pissed and spank me.
You would never, though.
Sincerely,
In the Bell Jar
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Bah. Double post.
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Dear Infinite Crush,
At my most beautiful
I count your eyelashes
Secretly.
Love,
Stalker
At my most beautiful
I count your eyelashes
Secretly.
Love,
Stalker
Radiohead
You look so tired-unhappy
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Fixed, injun.
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Dear you,
Your eyes
like fireflies in the night
luminous enemies
that invade my fortress
your stare
made up of tiny soldiers
that climb
to my bosom and invade my heart
I can't remember when I wrote that. I know that life was different.
I read Paz and Anne Sexton, today. I mentally slapped myself for being such a romantic, even after all the years that have worn my edges into blunt reminders.
One day, I will write again. But, just for me.
Love,
Me
Your eyes
like fireflies in the night
luminous enemies
that invade my fortress
your stare
made up of tiny soldiers
that climb
to my bosom and invade my heart
I can't remember when I wrote that. I know that life was different.
I read Paz and Anne Sexton, today. I mentally slapped myself for being such a romantic, even after all the years that have worn my edges into blunt reminders.
One day, I will write again. But, just for me.
Love,
Me
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Dear Universe,
If you give me this, I will be a good girl.
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I promise,
Me.
If you give me this, I will be a good girl.
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I promise,
Me.
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Dear you,
I dreamed of you last night...
your hand on my shoulder
like breath in my lungs
your laugh hangs on the night air
like lingering lust tickles my tongue
your body across the room
like a protected portrait hanging
and my heart heavy
wanting every moment even more
missing that girl,
me
I dreamed of you last night...
your hand on my shoulder
like breath in my lungs
your laugh hangs on the night air
like lingering lust tickles my tongue
your body across the room
like a protected portrait hanging
and my heart heavy
wanting every moment even more
missing that girl,
me
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Saint Peter
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Dearest Amelia of the purty girls club,
You are so missed. You have made my day.
I hope you are happy. And I hope you will visit again.
You class this joint up!
Forever your biggest fan,
Rainy
You are so missed. You have made my day.
I hope you are happy. And I hope you will visit again.
You class this joint up!
Forever your biggest fan,
Rainy
