What Are You Thinking? Continued 7

I made it through the day thanks to Breaking Bad.

I've tried to watch this show like 5 times and it has finally hooked me... though to be honest, I'm not sure why yet...
 
A Year After...

It's been one year since my first trip to see Him. One year since I first arrived on his doorstep, seeking the reward I'd been promised, should I deliver myself into his hands... to be taken and to be used. As promised, he took me, wringing my first orgasm from me before I'd been there ten minutes and yes, he to used me over and over during my stay. He also encouraged me, praised me, made me feel beautiful, desired and loved.

Since that first trip, I've made nearly a dozen more, enough that our lives are truly entwined. Silence, that feels awkward with others, that i would seek to fill with chatter, feels comfortable, peaceful with him. I am free be who i am. When we're together, I am silly, I laugh, I tease, Sometimes I cry over things I've lost and he never tells me "don't cry" instead he holds me, telling me he's got me and he loves me. He's seen who I become when angry or demanding, not just the gentler sides of me. He smiles at my shyness, as I blush and look away. He praises my boldness when I bring a new toy or idea to our bed. I have no need of masks when I'm with him. And while he may not like every side of me, I'm secure in the knowledge that he loves all of me.

He is my anchor, keeping me secure when life's chaos would sweep me away. And when life's troubles become so heavy, pulling me down, he lifts me up, taking what burdens he can and helping me find ways to manage what's left. He is my friend, he is my lover and he is my love.

And finally, as I lay next to him while he sleeps, I must admit, that everytime i show up on his doorstep, I feel the same excitement, the same thrill of anticipation rushing through me that I felt the very first time I knocked on his door.
 
This mango Moscato is actually really good. Hopefully it helps put me to sleep soon. Darn neighbors are shooting their gun. They stopped when I went outside with my gun and asked what the fuck they were doing 😡
 
I just realized it was a holiday weekend. :eek:
Oddly I have noting planned for once. I am looking forward to not having to do the faking it at a family function thing. :D
 
This mango Moscato is actually really good. Hopefully it helps put me to sleep soon. Darn neighbors are shooting their gun. They stopped when I went outside with my gun and asked what the fuck they were doing 😡
You have no idea how scary that sounds to a British person Sassy 😂
 
Today is a day to keep my hands busy, my body moving, and my brain empty.
 
Fake it till you make it...or start to believe it yourself. If I fake being normal/ok long enough, maybe that's what I'll turn into.
 
Fake it till you make it...or start to believe it yourself. If I fake being normal/ok long enough, maybe that's what I'll turn into.

People who know know you, will know the truth. No need to be normal, normal is boring and bland. We are all meant to be unique and different, being normal to fit fit in is the shits. Would you rather be normal like everyone else or that one unique person ?



Just my thoughts on your post
 
I'm thinking that this pandemic-induced celibacy may be turning me back into a virgin.
 
I'm wondering what possesses some people to go into dormant ampic threads (or other threads) that the OP hasn't posted to in 6+ months and expect interaction...
 
I'm wondering what possesses some people to go into dormant ampic threads (or other threads) that the OP hasn't posted to in 6+ months and expect interaction...

^^^^ This!!!! Particularly the ones which have been dormant for far beyond six months. :rolleyes:
 
Work was particularly difficult today. A client died on the premises, plus three other incidents. Some days life feels like The Truman Show!
 
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