I wrote about how I am trying to figure out why it feels strange to write about bambi, but I still want to do it because those moments gave me something lovely, even if they were only fleeting.
So here they are: random snippets of heat and beauty…
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He sweetly fell asleep early one evening, one wrist still cuffed to the bed. I was not tired yet, I watched him for a little … Continue Reading
I want to write more about bambi, snippets of hot sweetness, things that make me smile, but it feels weird. I can’t quite put my finger on why. I have never had trouble writing about boys and sweetness after the fact before.
Maybe because it’s done, it feels like I am romanticising something that didn’t work out, something that is best left in the ‘oh well’ box. It feels a little sad, and I don’t … Continue Reading
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again and again… submissive men are beautiful.
I think I probably leave readers with the impression that ‘beautiful’ to me means ‘perfect’. That I have some impossible standard.
It doesn’t and I don’t. Truly.
What I think is objectively beautiful is one thing. I DO have a body ‘type’ that appeals to me very much, and it is rather stereotypical – V-shaped, lean, sinewy muscle, not too … Continue Reading
I was halfway through my workout when a guy started doing wide grip pull ups 1.
They are my absolute weakness when done slowly, with full control, to failure. Watching his muscles work, then watching him tire, and seeing him strain to get the last few in, the struggle, the determination, and the inevitable fail-point when he couldn’t lift himself again, but he would *still* try for that last one. So fucking beautiful. Guh!… Continue Reading
en·vy
/ˈenvē/
Noun
A feeling of discontented or resentful longing aroused by someone else’s possessions, qualities, or luck.
Verb
Desire to have a quality, possession, or other attribute belonging to (someone else): “he envied tall people”; “I envy Jane her happiness”.
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Envy whispers in my ear and tells me that I’m not happy, that I am missing something.
I don’t normally have envy. I try and tell it to fuck off, it doesn’t belong … Continue Reading
I want to write, but my head is still scattered. Last time I said this, I posted a butt picture as a kind of placeholder because the use of actual words seemed too big of a stretch. It didn’t help, I still feel the same. I am not really sure why it’s happening, but I don’t like it much. In fact, I don’t like it at all.
I have 65 draft posts here in WordPress, … Continue Reading
I had a scary dream.
I was in a car, the driver’s seat. The car was stationery in some kind of parking lot. In front of me a barrier, some bushes.
Someone banged on my window with a fist, aggressive.
I opened the window, regretting it almost immediately.
Outside the car, I could see the figure of a man. He was big, fat, his stomach at my window essentially taking up the entire space.
I … Continue Reading