His cock fidgets between the tight fit of our bodies as we slumber together in the warmth of morning glimmer. I imagine, through a lazy dream, how much more it will be agitated by this evening.
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It is a truth, isn't it, that the more i reveal of my identity the less i can share.
It is not so much that i worry about strange 'net people; i haven't once regretted the intimacy spawned here in the past. I do, however, worry about hurting him. Maybe that is why i'm not writing as i used to, or perhaps i haven't yet conquered the trauma of writing as the sexually dominant.
4 comments:
You'll write when and if, or not as the case may be.
Those of us who have been here a while will still be here and will be happy for you even if we may miss your writing the way it was.
V and I stopped writing about friends who might read our blogs long ago, for the same reason. I have no idea your man knows about or reads your blog, but I understand the feeling
In terms of our professions, you're an arty designer type, I'm a writer. (And very envious of your photos, I might add.)
Give away less, is the answer. Do we need chapter and verse on BF? No.
I'm sure there's still plenty of subject matter!
M in Devon
Blogs ebb and flow like the tides and I am sure that none of us who read your words would want you to risk rocking your boat in the slightest.
In any case, your foodie posts and photographs are infused with so much sensuality, lust and, indeed, love.
Be happy :)
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