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Community, Cliques and Making Friends
via Community, Cliques and Making Friends. This is an amazing read. Much of how I felt when I started blogging was that I wasn’t worthy of association with these authors that push the limits and write about consensual, kinky, sex in ways I thought I could only imagine. There are community, cliques and making friends in all aspects of our lives. In the kink community, it can be a little more difficult. In the beginning, I was clueless, I just knew I wanted to write. I also wanted to blog and tweet and do all of those things. Newbies have wonderful mentors and role models. We should reach out…
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While patience is needed
It is hard keeping my mind busy and occupied. I was asked to be patient and left with a long hug and gentle touches. So patient I will be. Why is it the hardest things to do are the things you must do. I want my mind to keep busy. I want my body to keep busy. I really want to crawl into bed and wait for the patience to have paid off. But not everything we want we get. During these times I try and think of what would be the best thing or things to do. What will be appreciated, what will please him, what will benefit us…
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I fear I have ruined you…
What do you say when someone says that to you. I stare into his gorgeous face wrecked with seriousness and sadness. I’m scared to speak as the tears sting my eyes and my chest tightens. Ruined me? How could he think that? Because I’m sad about our situation and struggling with the distance? He looks between me and the computer screen as flashes of light and dark scenes fill the brightly lit room like explosions that match my emotions and the queasiness on my stomach. I feel the physical pain of his words. My mouth waters a warning I may vomit. My body screams and my heart breaks. Ruined me?…
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It Was Just A Dream
I woke in a pool of my own sweat. It took seconds to clear the fog in my head and make sense of what happened during my sleep. I tried to convince myself it was the best wet dream of my life, but it wasn’t. It was the worst nightmare ever. The dream slowly came back to my conscious mind in a slow wave. The memories forced themselves through the fog. With each image becoming clearer, I realized I was crying. Tears. Real tears. Streaming in tandem down my cheeks and onto the sheets of my bed. I realize I am sobbing uncontrollably. I tell myself it was just a…
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He completes me
In an instant he makes all the insecurties and self doubt disappear. A touch, a whisper, a look. A month of wondering if he was through with me melted away with a look of passion so intense it was almost scary.
