Wife of Bath
Personals Mod. Again
- Joined
- Apr 19, 2009
- Posts
- 6,418

Last edited:
Follow along with the video below to see how to install our site as a web app on your home screen.
Note: This feature may not be available in some browsers.

You just did man. *Applause*This has been a real struggle for me for quite some time now.
I don't know how to go about expressing to everyone following my thread that I belong to you.
...that everything I write, I allude to is about you.
...that the painful feeling I write about of being unable have what is wanted so goddamn badly in such a way that they too feel it--is about us.
How do I express that? How do I give you the credit you so justifiably deserve?
How do I tell them
That I love you
The such reminds me of a thought I pondered while laying in the dew wet grass living the life only the countryside could provide a child.
It's a thought I continued to ponder and very well may have shared already.
Nevertheless; here I am once more, this time, living the life only the countryside can provide a man, wondering once again--
Would we feel more, or less alone
If there were just one star in the sky?
I hate when you make my brain work this early in the morning. Of course you have no idea that you do that because I never spoke this truth before.
PS You're from Wisconsin too? No wonder you put up firewood. How many cords to you go through in a season?
Well this is the first winter in about.... 12 years that we've had to burn wood as a source of heat. And even then, until we get a particular situation figured out it will be our secondary source for heating our home and water.
Years prior we'd burn anywhere from 4 to 6? maybe 8 depending on the winter? Now in full disclosure I would say perhaps half would be gathered and split by my friends and I. The other half would be delivered because I did enough of that bullshit as a child to have to make myself have to do it as a free thinking independent adult.
Because I have a sexual need to make people feel how I feel.
The day we met, I wore a gray v-neck tshirt and black yoga pants. His knife cut the fabric away easily, one of my favorite shirts lying in strips on the floor.
I didn't mind.
That was almost ten years ago.
She speaks the truth.
She liked my approach to photography
We became friends.
We met.
We did a photo shoot
I posted some of what we took on my previous thread.
I am lucky to have had her in my life for as long as I have.
She has become unbelievablely important to me.
To be clear, Mrs. Y was home and fully approved. And has been for every visit since.