The Confessional

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That's so fabulous doll. It really is.
And those orange candies are super awesome.

For me, it's like a teasing thing. I say those words with my friends all the time, so saying it just becomes this natural thing.. until I'm talking to the one person I haven't said it too.. and then I do.. and I can't tell if it's me playing or being silly or what, and then... one day.. they said it back and it became this...oh.wow. moment.

Totally shut me up.
Which is like a magic trick.

*laughs*

I often tell my friends too, so yes, I'm no stranger of the words. I've almost told him before without even thinking because it felt natural. *shrugs* I can't take back the moment and if I could I wouldn't. When he's ready, if he's ever ready then he'll tell me.
 
*laughs*

I often tell my friends too, so yes, I'm no stranger of the words. I've almost told him before without even thinking because it felt natural. *shrugs* I can't take back the moment and if I could I wouldn't. When he's ready, if he's ever ready then he'll tell me.

He'll tell you. I'm sure of it. Guys don't bring favorite candies without feeling the same. Sometimes it takes a little longer for people to process certain things.

But when he does? You'll never forget it. I feel that way about all my partners. The first time they said those words, I melted for all of them. It's a great feeling to be loved.
 
ICT I developed an erection while driving today as I was thinking about a certain lady (or perhaps two) from this forum. Grins.
 
ICT...

............

Sexkindafreaksmeout...

>.>

Sure, I can write about it all day if I want to, and yes, it makes me excited, but then the thought of following through with it? I dunno, it just... unsettles me. Is it because of a fear of the unknown? Or that I'm letting a friend's recounts of her own biased experiences kind of scare me off? Or I'm letting my own past scare me off, not wanting to show off the shy, timid girl that couldn't do it in the past to future partners, even if they'll know it anyways?

*blushes* That is all. Thank you for listening.
 
ICT...

............

Sexkindafreaksmeout...

>.>

Sure, I can write about it all day if I want to, and yes, it makes me excited, but then the thought of following through with it? I dunno, it just... unsettles me. Is it because of a fear of the unknown? Or that I'm letting a friend's recounts of her own biased experiences kind of scare me off? Or I'm letting my own past scare me off, not wanting to show off the shy, timid girl that couldn't do it in the past to future partners, even if they'll know it anyways?

*blushes* That is all. Thank you for listening.

Thank you for opening up and sharing. You are not alone. :rose:
 
I confess that I have my moments.

Some moments are so cranky-frustratingly bad that all you can do is pick a fight with your husband, go cry-stomping around the block with the stroller, come back and shower for an hour, and then dig into a can of chocolate frosting with a spoon.

And it's nothing to be ashamed of. I keep telling myself that.

But I do have to apologize, in the morning.

And I should try not to eat all the frosting. It's only Wednesday.
 
I confess that I have my moments.

Some moments are so cranky-frustratingly bad that all you can do is pick a fight with your husband, go cry-stomping around the block with the stroller, come back and shower for an hour, and then dig into a can of chocolate frosting with a spoon.

And it's nothing to be ashamed of. I keep telling myself that.

But I do have to apologize, in the morning.

And I should try not to eat all the frosting. It's only Wednesday.

ICT the apologies get easier to do.

IACT my moments usually involve peanut butter.
 
ICT the apologies get easier to do.

IACT my moments usually involve peanut butter.

I have peanut butter too! I could make really messy peanut butter cups...

ICT I love ya, Brit. You make me feel like I'm not losing my mind. Thanks for that. :heart:
 
I have peanut butter too! I could make really messy peanut butter cups...

ICT I love ya, Brit. You make me feel like I'm not losing my mind. Thanks for that. :heart:

ICT for peanut butter? I think there are very few things I would not do.

grins

And you're more than welcome lovely. If I can help in even a little way, I'm very very happy. :rose:
 
ICT:

What's done is done. I can't take it back, nor would I want to if I could. I never really put my opinion out there in the open like I have tonight/this early morning, but I am soooo fucking glad that I did. Who cares if I'm hated for it, or if I lose 'friends'? I don't have many friends on Lit anyways now a days. Lit has become so dry to me here lately, and I only wish that it wasn't. I don't have much else to say, other than my temper is still raging, but slowly easing.

I'm not going to ever get over the fact of what's been done, but hopefully I'll stop running around the Lit Lounge forum running my mouth and acting like a psycho bitch...

That is all.
 
ICT: I still hate thunderstorms as much as I did when I was little. *snuggles favorite bear*

(And Ms. Smiley, people shouldn't have to approve of what everyone else does; they should just accept it as you being you. Those tossers don't deserve your attention. *hugs*)
 
*Returns the hug with a big smile*

Thank you, cowgurlhat. That was sweet of you to say.
 
ICT: I don't feel comfortable or entirely welcomed here any more.
Not just the lounge, but sometimes Lit as well.
 
ICT I have been slacking way too much with my writing and I am glad I was talked into returning to lit. Sometimes I need a good push or a swift kick in the ass to get me motivated.
 
ICT seven is a little tied up right now.

I further CT I'm tormenting her with the possibility of just what I might be typing.

Watch me ride...
I'm a sexual animal, eat you like a cannibal,
Crammed full of energy,
I'm inflammable,
Yeah, I finish my beer
So come here and get nice while I lick your ear,
Put your legs over there and kinda swing on the chair,
I swear you look wicked with your panties in your hair,
Eyes half closed,
Cute little nose,
And like a pound of self-raising I just rose and rose,
Stepped out of my clothes started doing the right thing,
I was pumping and she was biting,
Yeah, lightning flashed and thunder roared,
The girl had her finger on my keyboard,
Oh lord, this is gonna last all night,
If lovin' you is wrong I don't wanna be right.

If lovin' you is wrong, I don't wanna be right.

If I come first well that's the worse scenario,
I push you harder than Sanchez Vicario,
I mean it, 20th Century Fox on the screening,
One take like an earthquake make the bed brake,
We be famous worldwide overnight
And get tired of magazine articles we're forced to write.
I take a delight in making the bed springs sing all night,
If lovin' you is wrong I don't wanna be right.

If lovin' you is wrong, I don't wanna be right.

I give a massage,
Skin supercharge,
Imagination on turbo situation large,
Sometimes you handle me kinda course,
Like a horse, the bed a wrecked
To keep from flying.
I got my teeth in her neck...

If lovin' you is wrong, I don't wanna be right.
 
ICT my eyelids feel like they weigh ten pounds. Time for me to crawl between sheets in a non-entertainment method.
 
Further Confession: I'm a liar. Guess I'm not quite going to bed yet. But very soon, so don't get upset if I fail to reply to stuff.
 
ICT: I don't feel comfortable or entirely welcomed here any more.
Not just the lounge, but sometimes Lit as well.

I'm sorry to hear that. I saw your name popping up in a few threads, even though I'm only logging in to peek around for a couple of minutes while on the road, and I was thinking how nice it was to get some more people poking around in here to keep it active and fresh. I hope it's not been a bad experience for you. Would be sorry to learn that I missed out on the chance to speak with a new person. I like socializing with people here.
 
ICT seven is a little tied up right now.

I further CT I'm tormenting her with the possibility of just what I might be typing.

Watch me ride...
I'm a sexual animal, eat you like a cannibal,
Crammed full of energy,
I'm inflammable,
Yeah, I finish my beer
So come here and get nice while I lick your ear,
Put your legs over there and kinda swing on the chair,
I swear you look wicked with your panties in your hair,
Eyes half closed,
Cute little nose,
And like a pound of self-raising I just rose and rose,
Stepped out of my clothes started doing the right thing,
I was pumping and she was biting,
Yeah, lightning flashed and thunder roared,
The girl had her finger on my keyboard,
Oh lord, this is gonna last all night,
If lovin' you is wrong I don't wanna be right.

If lovin' you is wrong, I don't wanna be right.

If I come first well that's the worse scenario,
I push you harder than Sanchez Vicario,
I mean it, 20th Century Fox on the screening,
One take like an earthquake make the bed brake,
We be famous worldwide overnight
And get tired of magazine articles we're forced to write.
I take a delight in making the bed springs sing all night,
If lovin' you is wrong I don't wanna be right.

If lovin' you is wrong, I don't wanna be right.

I give a massage,
Skin supercharge,
Imagination on turbo situation large,
Sometimes you handle me kinda course,
Like a horse, the bed a wrecked
To keep from flying.
I got my teeth in her neck...

If lovin' you is wrong, I don't wanna be right.

ICT this man is a bastard.

IACT I like that.

:devil:
 
ICT: When my ex and I broke up I was hurt but oddly relieved.

FICT: I am so glad it is over. I am no longer stressed because all ties are gone.
 
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