*True Confessions*

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Once on a high school trip, I shared a motel room with two girl friends. When they thought I was asleep, they started kissing and groping each other in the next bed. Since this was the first lesbian action I'd been exposed to, I was shocked, scandalized and turned on. I pretended to sleep while they continued to try and quietly make out a few feet away. I guiltily fingered myself. I'm not sure if they came, but I did and was surprised that they didn't realize I was awake. But, they were pre-occupied. That night was a frequent part of my masturbatory fantasies for years. Since I respected both friends, it probably liberated me to later explore my bi tendencies.
 
channeling Veronica Franco:
"I confess that as a young girl I loved a man who would not marry me for want of a dowry. I confess I had a mother who taught me a different way of life, one I resisted at first but learned to embrace. I confess I became a courtesan, traded yearning for power, welcomed many rather than be owned by one. I confess I embraced a whore's freedom over a wife's obedience. I confess I find more ecstacy in passion than in prayer. Such passion is prayer. I confess I pray still to feel the touch of my lover's lips. His hands upon me, his arms enfolding me... Such surrender has been mine. I confess I pray still to be filled and enflamed. To melt into the dream of us, beyond this troubled place, to where we are not even ourselves. To know that always, this is mine. If this had not been mine-if I had lived any other way-a child to her husband's will, my soul hardened from lack of touch and lack of love... I confess such endless days and nights would be a punishment far greater than you could ever mete out. You, all of you, you who hunger so for what I give yet cannot bear to see that kind of power in a woman. You call God's greatest gift-ourselves, our yearning, our need to love-you call it filth and sin and heresy... I repent there was no other way open to me. I do not repent my life."
 
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I dance around this empty house
Tear us down, throw you out
Screaming down the halls
Spinning all around and now we fall

Pictures framing up the past
Your taunting smirk behind the glass
This museum full of ash
Once a tickle, now a rash

This used to be a Funhouse
But now it's full of evil clowns...
 
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