So all of the main people that I hang out with are currently in relationships and of course tis the season for love and romance. So while all of my friends are enjoying the bliss of monogamy, I’m drowning myself in work and writing trying not to fill this void with meaningless people or bullshit. This has to be one of the most challenging times in my life. Not because I just want a relationship but mainly because I’m just left to the wayside ….. I’m back to feeling like the middle child ughhh
if i knew just puttin it out that i eat pussy religiously wouldve done it ages ago. I need some thick thighs squeezing my face as well. Pussy is such a delicacy. It needs worship, and I, myself am a loyal worshipper.
I am afraid to be naked. To let you see me for all that I really am. No doubt that it is beautiful, but it’s a complex beauty that many have tried to handle but couldn’t. It shines like the purest diamond , it’s warm like the first day of spring and taste like water straight from the purest spring. Some have gotten greedy and tried to drain it all. Others have neglected it. But yet has there hasn’t been one who could appreciate this rare beauty and all of it’s complexity. To take this nakedness and nurture it. No one has taken the time or effort to hold and appreciate it for everything it is. So I cover up and try to move un noticed through life. Untill I find the one to appreciate the naked complicated beauty that is me
She crawled I into his bed being careful not to make him stir. * she could feel the steady pace of his heart rise as she kissed him passionately on the nape of his neck. ” dear heart good morning ” he said sleepily as he rolled over and pulled her close. He returned her kiss with an innocent kiss on the forehead. She had been gone too long and was glad his lover had returned
Didn’t go quite as I wanted too. I wanted to give him a nice little treat considering the fact that he worked sooo hard yesterday. You know feed em, fuck em, send him bout his way. Buuuuutttt it ended up feeling like all of the other times. This is the prime example that i don’t like doing nice things or planning ish… it never goes the way i want it to… i guess i gotta get over it… C’est la vie.