Just because my writing happens to be sexually explicit, do not for one minute assume that I am seeking sexual interaction with you. I do not have to care how my words make you feel. Your urges are not MY FAULT. What you want to do behind your computer screen or in your mind is exactly that – in your head, in cyberspace, and NOT REAL.
My other half has always made jokes about “peepy-hole bras” so I decided to surprise him with some new lingerie at the weekend. Having a rather large set of knockers, I was concerned that I was going to look bloody awful. Lets just say I won’t be wearing the bra when I do the weekly shop – but for use in private its a fun addition to my underwear drawer!
My nipples are considerably more sensitive now they’re pierced. Previously, I didn’t get a lot of pleasure from them being played with. It’s not that I didn’t enjoy it as part of the overall experience, but I didn’t get much from it. I always felt a bit disappointed seeing as my boobs are such a prominent part of my curviness!
Now its a very different story. They feel utterly sensational.
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If I tell you mine, will you tell me yours?
In my head, fantasies and frolics jostle for space amongst the mundane thinking required for daily life. My fantasies fight with one another to get my attention and then prick at physical sensations, reminding me that they could be real if I allowed them to be.
I love to know what other people think about, its a big thing for me. I want to know what he is thinking when we’re making love – even if he’s not thinking of me. I want to know what is in your head whilst you watch, or read my words. I wonder, are you the same as me?
I want to feed my own thoughts, allowing them to trickle between the gaps of my consciousness, stored for another time or to melt into the here and now. Maybe it’s just something for me to write about further, or act out if I get the chance. The mind is a powerful thing. It needs feeding – so tell me.
Teaser and the Teased – with thanks to Liverpoolmunky76
Natures first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay.
This is my favourite piece of poetry. I know it by heart, and I am reminded of it in many different situations. Quiet walks, lonely nights and also the best of times.
My dreams are causing mixed emotions this week which is why I think this poem came to mind.
The innocent bystanders look on as I want to walk down the path but there’s no right of way. It’s like they knew everything but never told there was another route. I’m bathed in gold in the dawn, but day brings me back to reality and nature’s cycle starts again. It’s a cycle I don’t want to break, for those few hours of gold are precious, even if I can’t follow the path I wanted.
That’s my random rambling for today. Maybe it’s too much/not enough coffee?
Creativity has escaped me for some days, along with everything else.
I can’t read more than short bursts and I’m in a thick fog.
No sparks of pleasure firing between the gaps.
Just a pink skinned bag of biology with questionable motive.
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Today I’ve had questions buzzing in my head drowning out other things. For some reason this image came to mind. I felt like banging my head on the bricks, hoping some answers might fall out. Continue reading