What Are You Thinking? Continued 14

[Archie93]

I'm thinking, I might have gotten played.

And how?

 

[cheekygirl75]

I’d still really like an eye roll reaction

 

[EvaLane]

I need a reaction as well

 

[LatinaCarmen1980]

Work day is over and I'm thinking a nap is due!

 

[MissSNG]

What a day

 

[EvaLane]

Work day is over and I'm thinking a nap is due!

You heard her, It’s nap time everyone. I’m about to turn my sound machine on. Meet back here in two-ish hours?

 

[Hornymwtxn]

You heard her, It’s nap time everyone. I’m about to turn my sound machine on. Meet back here in two-ish hours?

Mission already accomplished

 

[Hyacinthus151]

I want a nap, maybe traffic will be moving by then.

 

[munch2much]

I’ve had the best night.
But.
Damn this heat sucks

 

[SimplyMsT]

I'm thinking the telephone does not want me talking to him ....

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

 

[Crownvic]

I miss morning sex.

Have a nice piece of morning wood..

 

[LostHorizon]

I am impressed with how much hospital food has improved over the years.

 

[Paul_Chance]

“Any human anywhere will blossom in a hundred unexpected talents and capacities simply by being given the opportunity to do so.” -Doris Lessing

I’ve found this to be true…and was thinking about it this afternoon.

 

[Catepillar_glacier]

Tortellini is very clitoral. Putting away dinner leftovers and it’s all I can think about now. How did I go so long in life not noticing that?

 

[Chillygirl]

What a day

Amen

 

[Carmina24]

When desire has been stifled for so long it feels like a phantom limb - bitten down until your jaw aches, buried so deep you almost believe it’s gone…
When you’ve been taught to swallow it whole, to smother it in silence, to render it invisible…
When the world has branded it shameful, told you to strip it from your bones, taught you to wear the absence like armor -

And then you stumble into a place called Lit.

Here, you are not a sin to be scrubbed clean.
Here, you are not a secret to be hidden in shadows.
Here, you can breathe the air raw,
and run naked through the fire of your own hunger,
laughing at the chains that once held you.

It isn’t about wanting to be admired.
It’s about wanting to be true to yourself - to stand in front of the mirror, bare,
and see not shame in the softness of skin or the heat in your eyes,
but something untamed, beautiful, and unashamed.

Here, desire isn’t a crime.
It is a birthright.
It is the wild thing that has always been yours.
And in this place,
you don’t have to apologize for the way you burn.

 

[jeff_is_smiling]

When desire has been stifled for so long it feels like a phantom limb - bitten down until your jaw aches, buried so deep you almost believe it’s gone…
When you’ve been taught to swallow it whole, to smother it in silence, to render it invisible…
When the world has branded it shameful, told you to strip it from your bones, taught you to wear the absence like armor -

And then you stumble into a place called Lit.

Here, you are not a sin to be scrubbed clean.
Here, you are not a secret to be hidden in shadows.
Here, you can breathe the air raw,
and run naked through the fire of your own hunger,
laughing at the chains that once held you.

It isn’t about wanting to be admired.
It’s about wanting to be true to yourself - to stand in front of the mirror, bare,
and see not shame in the softness of skin or the heat in your eyes,
but something untamed, beautiful, and unashamed.

Here, desire isn’t a crime.
It is a birthright.
It is the wild thing that has always been yours.
And in this place,
you don’t have to apologize for the way you burn.

You have a wonderful talent for putting words together. These posts of yours are beginning to become very addicting to read...you've done well...

 

[LaotianLass]

What am I thinking...I'm wondering why I can't see my own profile? Can anyone else see it?

 

[Carmina24]

You have a wonderful talent for putting words together. These posts of yours are beginning to become very addicting to read...you've done well...

You are most kind...thank you.

 

[Hornymwtxn]

When desire has been stifled for so long it feels like a phantom limb - bitten down until your jaw aches, buried so deep you almost believe it’s gone…
When you’ve been taught to swallow it whole, to smother it in silence, to render it invisible…
When the world has branded it shameful, told you to strip it from your bones, taught you to wear the absence like armor -

And then you stumble into a place called Lit.

Here, you are not a sin to be scrubbed clean.
Here, you are not a secret to be hidden in shadows.
Here, you can breathe the air raw,
and run naked through the fire of your own hunger,
laughing at the chains that once held you.

It isn’t about wanting to be admired.
It’s about wanting to be true to yourself - to stand in front of the mirror, bare,
and see not shame in the softness of skin or the heat in your eyes,
but something untamed, beautiful, and unashamed.

Here, desire isn’t a crime.
It is a birthright.
It is the wild thing that has always been yours.
And in this place,
you don’t have to apologize for the way you burn.

Mmmm your way with words and emotions is intoxicating.

Drinking them in, reading again, another taste.

 

[Carmina24]

Mmmm your way with words and emotions is intoxicating.

Drinking them in, reading again, another taste.

Thank you, I appreciate it!

 

[billrokra]

What am I thinking...I'm wondering why I can't see my own profile? Can anyone else see it?

Yep.

 

[LaotianLass]

Yep.

Thks. Does my makeup look ok?

 

[cheekygirl75]

What am I thinking...I'm wondering why I can't see my own profile? Can anyone else see it?

I can see your profile. It was very well written and amusing. I hope you don’t get too many “are you a lotion girl” messages!

 

[Noone45]

When desire has been stifled for so long it feels like a phantom limb - bitten down until your jaw aches, buried so deep you almost believe it’s gone…
When you’ve been taught to swallow it whole, to smother it in silence, to render it invisible…
When the world has branded it shameful, told you to strip it from your bones, taught you to wear the absence like armor -

And then you stumble into a place called Lit.

Here, you are not a sin to be scrubbed clean.
Here, you are not a secret to be hidden in shadows.
Here, you can breathe the air raw,
and run naked through the fire of your own hunger,
laughing at the chains that once held you.

It isn’t about wanting to be admired.
It’s about wanting to be true to yourself - to stand in front of the mirror, bare,
and see not shame in the softness of skin or the heat in your eyes,
but something untamed, beautiful, and unashamed.

Here, desire isn’t a crime.
It is a birthright.
It is the wild thing that has always been yours.
And in this place,
you don’t have to apologize for the way you burn.

It's soo heartwarming to read, thank you