Before dinner last Thursday evening, we were having a discussion on the power of positive thinking…
It’s true, there isn’t anything you want that you can’t have.
Yes there is.
There is? Tell me what you want that you can’t have.
I’m right here, aren’t I?
Look what I found at a garage sale last weekend for $25!
Best. Find. Ever.
I don’t know about that. I’m pretty fucking awesome, too!
LOL! Indeed you are…
I was right.
It was fun 😉
You kinda smell like sex
Yeah. If anyone has their face all up in your business, they’ll definitely know I’ve been there!
Well, I don’t think that’s very likely.
(My turn) Oh yeah?
Yeah. I can be a tough pill to take sometimes.
Is that so…? 😉
Thank you for today. I can still feel you inside me.
I like carrying you around with me and feeling your cum squish out of my pussy…
Yeah. I like leaving my nut in you. Next time I’m going to make you squeeze a fresh load out of your pussy and spoon feed it to you.
Mmmm… I’ll pretend it’s ice cream – the chocolate kind.
Oddly enough, I was rereading some “related posts” when I came across this one: Lost
For the most part, I have overcome that feeling in regards to [Loserman].
Don’t get me wrong, I still feel very lost very much of the time, but situations (car-related and not) keep popping up in life (as they tend to do) and I am handling them on my own, without his help and/or support. Sometimes I probably don’t handle them in the best of ways, but I get through it and then deal with the consequences regardless…
Someone sent me a gift box last Friday.
Unfortunately I was off promoting Rollerbrights with my crew in Nebraska when it was delivered and I didn’t get it until yesterday (Monday).
I received a message from him while we were at dinner Friday night which surprised the hell out of me! He had asked a while back for an address where he could send me something he’d gotten for me, but it completely slipped my mind.
In my package there was gorgeous set of notepads, my (new) favorite movie and a pair of silver hoop earrings.
Last week Alaska and I were talking about general things and, I don’t remember how the subject of self-esteem came up, but it did.
I told Him that, every morning while I am doing my yoga, I repeat over and over to myself: “I am light, I am love, I am a gift.” (I have been doing this since mid-January.)
But, even though I repeat that mantra to myself day after day, I am still unable to feel love for myself.
I mean, I think I am a cool person, and I believe that I am indeed light and love and a gift and all that, but I still don’t love myself.
In fact, for all the good things that I
allegedly am, I still pretty much hate myself.
You play my body like a harp
Plucking my consonant heartstrings
Strumming my musical pleasures
A cadence of body beats
Our moans a choral symphony
Harmonizing in melodious union
The gentle tintinnabulation of your fingers
Caressing me to a crescendo
Diminishing to a lullaby