Saturday, April 1st - It is not unsual to get an erection from being tied up. I am nor expert but one reason you may enjoy being tied up in your dad's leather jacket is because you have a leather fetish which alot of people do. Fetishes are wonderful things and almost everyone has a fetish.
Cancel 0 I stopped checking my post when I realized that each envelope I received through the door would not be from the person that I desperately wanted to hear from. You were that person. With every clunk of the mailbox, every expectant shuffle through the bills, one letter was always missing.
I realized though, that I had never sent one to you. Many times, I turned over a new page of the notepad whilst my hands shook, staining ink on my hands. My hands were stained with the ghosts of words that I wanted you to read but I never knew what they were.
I felt that I should write you a book but it would be plotless. Still, each day I waited. But now I know that each day when your mailbox turns up empty, you would not look for my scrawl on some tattered envelope. But there never were words to describe you. You occupied the liminal space between love and un-love from the start.
I remember our first meeting and I remember seeing a kindness in you that is still there when we meet now.
Now though, it is a kindness that I can never trust. Your moves towards me were as unsubtle as a checkmate. I did not love you at first. I could not love someone who so utterly trapped me.
A period of my life is now partially lost. Memories are afflicted with the strange light of sadness. It is like thinking in sepia. I once met your gaze with a smile but now I cannot bear it, nor can I bear your touch.
Not your hand on the small of my back or your hand in mine. We share the same friends, and as each group outing progressed, we became closer and closer until I gave you more thought than my partner. He realized he was losing me and watched me slip away slowly like a boat going out to the ocean.
I will never forgive myself for the hurt that I caused him. I recognize now that I have been foolish. I recognized your loneliness and the doubts inside your head that mirrored my own.
You were not the man that I woke up to each day as the sun streamed through my curtains. You were not the warm presence in my bed through cold nights when the moon shone brighter than any of the stars.
You were never my lover but often professed to be my savior. You offered me company when I felt alone, dried my tears of frustration but left me, unsure as to whether you could handle the real me that I kept hidden beneath my make up. You wore me down until I broke.
It turned out that I am just a plaything, a toy to be discarded. Even now, I am of no interest to you until you find yourself alone. You keep both a veneer of disgust and sympathy ready when we happen to meet, I never sure which I am to be greeted with.
You frighten me and you know. The break down of our friendship was bitter. You tried to pull my friendships from under my feet and tore down any confidence you helped me build.Test - posting a long story: Babysitting a la mode repost from June Tie-up games became much less frequent for me when my friend Bob and his sister Jill moved away to another town when I was Letter Writing As Therapy.
“Write a letter and don’t send it” or “Vent it all out in a letter- uncensored- but don’t send it.” Sometimes, you’ll use this letter-writing tool as a method of figuring out where you’re at in a particular relationship and what your next step should be.
For example, you may be contemplating. You Bitch your words you got up there, are really bad that a 3 year old toddler can do better than you braggart, I know you, where you live, where your grandma lives and finally I WILL FUCK YOUR MOTHER AND YOUR SISTER.
When you start Craigslist, you’ll quickly figure out that it’s organized by region and that you should stick with your own geographic region when you post anything for sale. But there never were words to describe you. You occupied the liminal space between love and un-love from the start.
I remember our first meeting and I remember seeing a kindness in you that is still there when we meet now. Now though, it is a kindness that I can never trust.
Your moves towards me were as unsubtle as a checkmate. Download-Theses Mercredi 10 juin