You only want me because you can’t have me.
The desire for a woman is almost too much for you. The reality of me would destroy you.
You prove nothing with such displays. Only desire. A desire for something you don’t have, can’t have. The most useless kind of desire.
Show me instead a respect for your world, » Read more
I’ve been living in the city just over a year now after a life spent largely in small towns in Central Maine.
There are many differences between where I was and where I am now, some of them obvious. For example, Eastern Seaboard roads are quite narrow in a way that roads here in the Midwest are not. » Read more
The last few years of our marriage, Ex-Husband used to say that people were taken with me only because they didn’t know me very well, that the problems between the two of us were caused by his knowing “the true me,” and that after any significant length of time anyone I was with romantically would have similar complaints and that I’d run into the same problems over and over again. » Read more
This is an essay posted elsewhere that I’ve decided to put up here so I can reference and refer to it – as it deals with some things I know I’ll be writing about in the near future. Until the divorce was finalized (an event that took place over a month ago now), I didn’t want to openly post too much nitty gritty, » Read more
“I heard that you spank so hard, you send girls flying across the room,” I said.
“You heard right,” Skyspook replied.
We’d been kissing for a while, intensely. I felt breathless, half mad. It seemed a good time to come up for air. I sprawled myself across his lap, wiggled my butt. » Read more
Sexually speaking, I enjoy being a thing. But not just any old thing. I want to be the best thing that he owns. I want to be Skyspook’s favorite thing.
That’s a difficult concept for some to grasp, the idea that a person can be both objectified and special to the person objectifying them. » Read more
“How do we know who we are sexually, what sex even is?”
This is one of those stupid questions I ask curled in the fetal position.
“We just do. We just feel it,” or some variant is the answer I’ve been given time and time again, » Read more
I am not a particularly loyal person.
I wonder if it’s because one thing that life has taught me is that ultimately I can only rely on myself.
This revelation may seem paradoxical given the fact that I am beloved. Not only do I have a Master but also a well-cherished friend coterie that serves to insulate me from the world. » Read more
In February of 2010, I’m walking through the streets of Bangor late at night in 4-inch patent leather heels with a handsome man holding my hand, steadying me. He’s a friend I’ve made out with a few times. We’ve both had a fair amount of drink, left the party to take a walk for the privacy, » Read more
Conversation with skyspook at 9/16/2010 12:10:53 PM on (irc)
(12:11:02 PM)page: hey, I read some of your LJ – good luck with all the weight loss stuff 🙂
(12:11:14 PM)page: I’ve been on a diet for over a year and a half now – I know how hard it can be
(12:11:58 PM)page: I’ve lost about 130 pounds in 18 months and still have 30 to lose, » Read more