A poem about dominate daddy little girl sex role play.
have you had anything fun to lick lately?
A cock to play with,
suck and lick but if I cum I will slap you
looking up and begging like a good girl,
Beg and plead while my mouth is full with your cock,
That’s better, good girls always beg,
I want daddy to unload on my face and then finger me like the dirty little girl I am,
Yum, bent over my lap, spank, cry
I love it when daddy makes me cry,
Tears make me hard
Alone on this stupid rock, I trace a path back,
Follow the bread crumbs and try to find,
Find where I lost myself so terribly bad,
To that demon that wanted everything I had,
I will walk my own path next, I will not follow,
I make the rules and I will not bend,
This is my path to take, absorbing some self control
On this journey of life, another spiritual quest I took,
Little dog to look after as I wonder through the plains,
Head held high, warmed up and well stretched,
Good balance and a healthy back,
Heavy boots, but I can still feel the earth,
Breath in the air and smile at the trees,
The road bends and curves and I hug it tightly every inch,
My small dog breaths and pants, people and faces,
Fence lines and brick, blend and blur as I walk following a path,
On my spiritual journey, stepping back in time.
love blossoming between “just friends”,
I like thinking what could be,
lift my spirits up again and again,
not telling it all, but finding little bits about you,
I feel so loved when you write to me,
Nothing can hurt me,
except maybe you on the last page of this story.
I find good therapy for me and the best way to deal with a difficult time is to write a letter that I will not send. No one is hurt, and gives me time to reflect and heal.Is there answers from someone that you never got? Or is there something you wanted to get of your chest to someone but never did?
Dear T,
I am upset, I really liked you and felt you felt the same way.
that day and night we spent together. I could say I was not myself, and did not express the way I wanted to. Maybe I was as nervous as you were, but you just didn’t see it. I had a lot to say to you and ask you. but said the wrong things, wore clothing that I don’t normally wear. and was really timid.
I think the drive down and a few busy days before hand turned me into a passive zombie. Not really myself, something I would normally stay at home and hid way for a day to recover.
I would like to know,
did meeting me unvail the illusion?
I said to myself I would take sometime assess how I feel and write back to you in a few weeks with a clear head.
I thought you might write back, but you have not. So I thought I would send this email to clear things up for me. In that time I was able to reflect on myself. and no I cannot say after that first meeting I was happy where it was headed. Only because I had things I had not dealt with yet and needed time by myself to do so.
To say that you have made up your mind, had a good time but. I think the thing that bugged me was your email it was not a proper answer.
one of the sacriest things with getting to know someone knew is thinking can I be myself around them. If the answer is no, then why? and if the answer is still no. then they are not for you.
Your friend and always smiling,
Lily
I feel I have not yet done anything I wanted to achieve, the empty feeling creeping into my day after 10am, slowly pulling me down, that happy face, filled with bad thoughts and a frown.
Is there only room in my life for one? I have been happy with two before, but that was only momentary. When we got close things started to get hairy, scary and you pushed away.
I, myself push outwards, expanding searching for new ways to do things make things happen, but so often I feel myself fall short and fail. Too many times I have failed, an very little I have made work well. Maybe one day I will be happy and find my true self.
My phone keeps ringing with faces I don’t like. I am grateful that people want my attention as I do like receiving attention, but it seems to be coming from all the wrong people, everyone I care for has found peace without me, and everyone one else want s a piece to take and not give.
My hair falling around my face as I lay down to read a book, I need to read, take my mind of things for a while, what I really need is you, your hips and a good bonk. But that is not the way it is forever starting anew, 1000 more days without you.
Cool feeling on my neck, no socks. I have developed a love for the cold, to be in it, to calm to heated heart and frazzled mind. They cold is the only thing I can do without damaging myself in some unspeakable heartbroken way.
How am I supposed to feel? The love I felt, for you was never real. Wounds I pick at, and angry flames grow higher and it is all a mess. How am I supposed to feel. When nothing I have done has made me feel tall, Jack yourself in, write a story, Numb yourself out, there is more than one way out, How am I supposed to feel…
I wake up and nothing feels right,
Am I wasting my time?
Am I getting anywhere,
I need to sort, keep myself busy,
Find out what is and what is not,
Clothes, art supplies, gifts, and the rest,
I have so many papers, time gone by,
Finding all the things that I have half finished,
All those memories and exciting times,
I don’t know why I could not finish things,
Just an excited kid,
Maybe I am just a negative creep,
Maybe I am coming across as negative, so I apologies,
Should I be doing more,
Is what I am doing right?
Questions without answers flood my head,
Was it my fault, or just not my time,
A learning experience that hurt so bad,
Clean up, pack up,
All these memories have to go.
Past sexual experience and breakup heartbreak. You came on my thigh on that hot summer afternoon. The feeling of that warm sticky liquid on my leg, I play with it in my fingers, it feels odd. Warm, sticky, messy. Is … Continue reading
Hide away, I don’t want to be seen, look away take a turn that will take me further from interaction, I don’t want to think I don’t want to make myself know I want to hide away on a day like today. there are so many things that I can see that i want but I will walk around them and walk away as I don’t know what to do or how to maintain it, I am ever so alone and empty inside, I feel the cold sweat of loneliness crowding in on me and I think this may be the end there is no way up and I keep sinking, I want to sink I want to feel pain and I want to be alone. I want to be left alone never to be thought of again, for the earth to swallow me up and to not let me back out, I reach out a beg for nothing to come of me. for me to become the emptiness inyour heart and the feeling that you made me feel. I am gone, and I am blaming you.
BENT ON LOVE 