The posts in the section are from anther time. They are no longer true or valid. I poured liquid sugar over lies to make them easier to swallow and then I destroyed the kitchen where it was all created.
Category: Real Life
NRE
I would if I could Crawl up inside you, and wear your skin like a t-shirt. You’re so pretty. I want to be wrapped up in you, surrounded by you. I would make a home inside your skull, Curl up on your brain and fall asleep, So I could dream your words, Memorize them and…
A Masochist Who Hates Pain
I’ve never really gotten off on pain, and for a long time I thought my masochist button was broken. I felt like I wasn’t a good bottom because I couldn’t handle impact pain. It took some time before I realized where my thinking had gone off course. Impact pain. I have had a few impact…
Disconnecting
I must admit, I’ve felt disconnected from the sex blogging community lately. It’s been a strange feeling, almost like a slow break up. The kind where you’ve been dating each other for a while and you really get along, but then life just seems to keep getting in the way and you slowly drift apart….
Birthday Silliness
The Lessons
A friend of mine recently told me to think about the lessons I have learned from my failed marriage. He reminded me that every relationship teaches us something about ourselves, and he suggested I think on it, figure out what I could get out of that experience. Then my therapist suggested nearly the exact same…
Where Do I Go From Here?
My future was so clear, so perfectly laid out and planned. I didn’t have any questions about where I was headed. There was a Ring and a Man and a Forever, and I was comfortable. Now all of that has changed, and it has me questioning everything. Is Forever even possible? I know it is…
July
‘Cause you remind me every day, I’m not enough, but I still stay. It was June, not July, when she sang to me for the first time. Her voice was beautiful like birdsong, it went straight into me and reverberated against my ribs, my lungs, my heart, and I fell in love with her all…
The Heartbreak Pad
CW: Divorce, suicidal thoughts I’m living in student housing right now. It’s an off-campus apartment filled with students off from classes for the summer, they have parties and hang out by the pool and walk their dogs with solo cups filled with White Claw and vodka. But, who am I to judge! My solo cup…
A Different Kind of Party
I could hear hushed whispers behind me as I slid my wet cunt up and down the shaft of the vibrating fucking machine between my thighs. I looked into his eyes, but his rigid cock in my mouth prevented me from saying anything about the onlookers in the open doorway. Never in my life would…