The Confessional

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Ict I have to finish folding my laundry so that i can sleep for a few hours and that i will do both just as soon as petling calls me.
 
I confess to be wrestling with a stubborn bout of ye olde writer's block.

Sadly it has me in a submission hold right now.

But I'll keep fighting, and eventually I'll be able to write something worthy of my excellent cowriters.
 
ICT I've been working on a new, fun, sexy lounge thread. May have it up later tonight or tomorrow morning.

ICT I'm very excited about how it may turn out. :devil:
 
ICT I want to go home...and curl up....and sleep....

IFCT I hate not having a life. It sucks that all my friends are asleep whilst I am working and that I want to go back to days JUST so I can get on Lit when others are apt to be here.

IACT I really wanna chocolate caramel milkshake...
 
ICT whenever I get home from the gym I want sex. Probably because I am already covered in sweat. And clean female sweat (even my own) is hawt.
 
ICT I want to go home...and curl up....and sleep....

IFCT I hate not having a life. It sucks that all my friends are asleep whilst I am working and that I want to go back to days JUST so I can get on Lit when others are apt to be here.

IACT I really wanna chocolate caramel milkshake...

I confess that I have never had a chocolate caramel milkshake before, but now I want one, damnit!
 
I confess:

Of the many forms the adversity in my life tends to take, you remain the most frustrating. At this point, really, I've come to terms with the nature of our relationship and what I can and cannot count on you to deliver. We've reached a level, a balance, that serves itself as functional and for the most part keeps us from entangling to the point where your business effects mine in any direct way.

However, I still recognize what should have been and what just as easily could be, so shit like this weekend does have an effect on me. It does get under my skin and eat at me. It certainly does get through my "armor" as you so imperceptibly likened it.

I confess that I'm tired of that. Rare as it is now, I'm tired of it.

And I'm losing patience.
 
I confess I responded to the wrong thread
 
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ICT I am...annoyed...at a couple of things that
1. I have, I guess, no real right to be annoyed about
2. are, I suppose, a little petty anyhow.
but still I am annoyed.
 
ICT I felt this way before, this space, this lack of interest, and it went badly for me the last time.

ICT I am worried that I will be hurt.

ICT I want to withdrawl.

ICT my sleep has been fucked up for almost a week now and I can feel darkness sliding in.

ICT I am wishing baby girl was here so I could feel some sort of connection.
 
ICT I felt this way before, this space, this lack of interest, and it went badly for me the last time.

ICT I am worried that I will be hurt.

ICT I want to withdrawl.

ICT my sleep has been fucked up for almost a week now and I can feel darkness sliding in.

ICT I am wishing baby girl was here so I could feel some sort of connection.

ICT I wish I could be there to hug you and make you feel better
 
I confess that the phrase "Bravery is not the absence of fear but the ability to stand and face it." or something like that, is what is holding me upright and keeping me within my standard of sanitly.
 
ICT I was a total brat to my guy earlier today and as soon as he got home I got spanked but I laughed about it even though it stung like hell. I had a fit of the giggles and it was totally the wrong time to do that :eek:

I have a feeling I'm gonna pay for that after little man goes to sleep! :D
 
ICT I was a total brat to my guy earlier today and as soon as he got home I got spanked but I laughed about it even though it stung like hell. I had a fit of the giggles and it was totally the wrong time to do that :eek:

I have a feeling I'm gonna pay for that after little man goes to sleep! :D

I think that you will.

ICT I am once again in grant-writing mode. I truly despise this process.
 
ICT I am craving a handfull of the hair that resides just above the nape of a neck.

Long black tresses tangled in my fingers.

Skin stretched tight over the neck as a head is jerked back.

A delighted whimper of pain as response.

The grip tightening.
 
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