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Posted:Aug 17, 2009 7:53 pm
Last Updated:Oct 26, 2013 5:31 pm
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When he's so not into you...does he make excuses not to spend time with you? When he talks to others before you? When he is with you, is it because he has an ulterior motive? Does he walk behind or in front of you...never with you? When you have sex does he call it nookie or fucking, never making love? Do you feel second best even when you're the only one with him? Are you his excuse, not his reason? Do you give something just so YOU feel as though you have something he might want? Are you with him because you're fearful of being alone? Is he with you because he would be alone? Does he take because he knows you'll give? Is that when you're done with me?
I am; mine does; he is...that's what I know! Teach me different! Allow me to expand! Breath! Know! Don't suffocate! Learn me!
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Just a subtle touch...
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Posted:Dec 30, 2008 5:57 pm
Last Updated:Oct 26, 2013 5:36 pm
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A subtle touch grazes across the top of your hand as He passes by; a glance from the corner of His eye as He speaks to another; He offers a slight grin as you turn and notice Him. A sudden fire burns from your inner depths. He enflames you, a burning desire overpowers your will. He encompasses your being with even the slightest look He passes in your direction. Your breasts swell as you draw a deep breath in; His scent filling your senses, drawing you into a world where only He and you reside.
Enchanted; He pulls you to Him without a single touch…a glance is all that’s needed for you to give yourself to Him. You yearn for Him to wrap His arms around you, draw you tight against Him; protect you from all others. You want His fingertips to burn their print into your flesh, mark you. A sudden breath fills you, your mind writhes with want and wonder, agonizing. You imagine His chest expanding against you with every breath He inhales…sucking your soul inside Him as He does. He will devour it willingly…with ease. You attempt to push His will away, try to avoid His relentless grip upon your mind. Fruitless; your efforts offer nothing against Him. He will have you, own your soul, your being…you are already His.
He forces you to kneel before Him with just His eyes. You can feel them urge you down like hot smoke from a fire. A heat builds and radiates from His stare, burning His will into you. You succumb easily to whatever whim He wishes, as you are now His toy to play with; a puppet on a string for Him to maneuver how He sees fit.
You submit to Him as you are His possession. He is every breath you breathe, every beat of your heart is for Him. He is the blood that courses through your veins. Every thought is of Him now; You are one.
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Oh So Tired...
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Posted:Oct 21, 2008 8:14 am
Last Updated:Oct 26, 2013 5:40 pm
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I’m tired…tired of the games, the bullshit, the lines people use on others for their own selfish gain. Tired of asking for something that shouldn’t have to be asked for. Tired of the constant searching, only to come up empty-handed. Tired of promises made and broken without a second thought. Tired of the lies that seep from the lips of men looking to satisfy their lustful urges at any cost.
I find that I’m becoming bitter and indifferent, like every word spoken is a lie, all they're doing is spewing shit like a broken sewer-line. I’m turning hard and as cold as ice. Conversations are a must with me, but they're seeming endless and never-ending. No truth behind them, only words one thinks I want to hear. But what I really want to hear is honesty, sincerity, to see that chivalry isn't dead, that there is honor among men. When did the male gender become so callous and deceitful? Where was I when it happened and how in the hell did I miss it? LoL.
LoL, I want someone to stick their tongue to me like a frozen metal pole in the dead of winter. I want to make them feel even the slightest amount of hurt that I’ve felt. I want to see the look of intrigue, contemplation, the thought before they do it…then I want to see the fearful look upon their face as they stand there ‒ stuck, ashamed, dazed, embarrassed, confused, wondering what to do, why they did it, all the time feeling the hurt…but they’ll do it again, just to see if it’ll be different next time…just as I will.
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Mans Crowning Glory
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Posted:Sep 22, 2008 9:17 am
Last Updated:Jan 27, 2010 3:18 pm
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Whats the most precious thing to a man? His genitals!
The head is the crown - standing high and proud, glistening in the dim light after its shining moment.
The shaft is his staff - held firm and strong with such high regards.
Ahh, then there are the testicles...those are his jewels, his most prized possession - protected and revered, guarded with all his might as they are his legacy, they hold his future!
Thus the reason Man thinks his genitals make him King!
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I Have The Audacity of Being a Fat Chick...(with a mind/who thinks!)
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Posted:Sep 12, 2008 11:24 am
Last Updated:Oct 26, 2013 5:43 pm
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Why is it when I meet someone from this site it almost always ends with a kiss on the cheek and these infamous words being spoken - "...you're so pretty, have gorgeous eyes, intelligent with an awesome personality, you're so my type...if only you weren't a BBW?"...lol. You have NO idea how many times I've heard that...all through my years, even from my mother (but she actually says the word "fat" ). And how disappointing it is to know that another person can like me, find me sexy or pretty, sensual and arousing to their manhood, yet can't bring themselves to look past the stereotypical social phobia of size. God forbid you enjoy a person because of who they are, how they make you feel inside as well as out. Not just by how they appear or how society may look down upon them as being weak, with no willpower or desire to change their body-size - dear god, they're obese!!!  Perhaps if I wasn't, then I could be the one with the condiscending tone and attitude.
Being a large-size person is something I've never run away from, never tried to hide the fact, actually I've always thought my size and shape to be fairly sexy - to the right man who appreciates it that is. I feel that my pictures help express my sexuality, show a bit of the adventurous and naughty side that is within me. I'm also not ashamed of my body or those pictures; I show them pretty much to whoever I converse with who wishes to see them (of course within reason). At that moment in time it seems that the men whom I speak with are fine with the shape and size of my body...as well as my sexuality. They are willing to get to know me as a person, we extensively converse and become friends so to speak, and of course they are more then willing to get their dick wet...and then drop you as if you carried the plague!
Haven't men learned that when their penis is erect their mind has found something arousing or stimulating which caused that reaction? It can be a scent, the view your eyes are lingering upon, or a light touch of a hand; what arouses your senses can arouse you - genitals included. If only people would just go with the flow - so to speak - follow their own mind and stop allowing others to judge or seek the approval of their peers or society.
People on here, from my perspective anyways, are out for themselves and whatever they can get - no matter how they make another feel or how they may leave them broken, mentally beaten and tattered within...just as long as they've got theirs.
What's happened with humanity in general? When did we, as a society, become so hell-bent on size and shape? Did we all forget that even Barbie and Ken aren't flawless or even anatomically correct! We as humans have errors, we make mistakes and are suppose to be better people by what we learn from them. Although we tend to forget our own flaws out of convenience, hide them for others not to see, they are still poignant as they have shaped and formed us into the human being we were meant to be.
I embrace my flaws, my errors, my intellect, the beauty that is me...as these are mine and mine alone.
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The Erotic Touch...
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Posted:Sep 9, 2008 8:06 am
Last Updated:Oct 26, 2013 5:51 pm
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Touching...not just by hands, but by lips, cheeks, toes, etc...every part of a persons body that can connect, tease, tempt me...also arouses me.
The thought of soft supple lips lightly grazing atop mine sends a chill through me.
The subtle touch of a lone fingertip along the side of my face can excite and arouse more-so then ever imagined. The eyes close, mind wanders off to a place of contentedness to contemplate the next touch.
A heated breath as it lingers around the nape of the neck, knowing the lips are so close, yet nothing else touches but the warmth of the breath as it escapes the mouth.
A tongue as it trails downward along the spine, sending shivers that force one to capture and hold a breathe till a path is made to its final point.
To feel the sensuality pass from one person to another, only to be returned back to its originator in a more heightened state enhancing all the senses is completely erotic.
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Day By Day...
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Posted:Sep 9, 2008 6:35 am
Last Updated:May 25, 2012 9:50 am
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When you wake up aroused and the day shows no sign of relief as it progresses, you hope the evening has possibilities of an end to your ever-growing sexual madness...then the hours pass, time slowly drifts by as the frustration level rises. Evening turns into night, no release, no end in sight, nothing but the thought of a new day filled with the same nothingness being repeated again...feels kind of grim.
If only a time was set aside for me, for my erotic whims and wants. To have my every desire fulfilled, even exceeded through a slow, tender seduction would be ecstasy. I crave a time of not wanting; I yearn for a fraction of my world where I am without need.
But time and space stops nor moves for no man.
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