Isolated BDSM Blurts - Roosters are Vicious

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How low-key are we talking? Meek admission low-key, difficult to interpret low-key, or morally ambiguous black ops low-key?

I would just tell your friend to just state her affection. But since that's too painless and uncomplicated, 11 backbreaking years in a naval training black site specializing in covert structural entry and intelligence gathering should provide the skills necessarily to leave a subtly romantic Christmas gift.

No pressure low-key. With perhaps a little plausible deniability thrown in for good measure.

I'm sure my *ahem* friend will appreciate any and all answers.
 
I have been feeling myself pulling back from friends and dear ones.

Needing the distance to get through the season.

I hope next year will be different.


I call it my robot heart. Sometimes it's not a bad thing, especially if you need some self protection.

Just don't build the wall too high.

:rose:
 
Merry Christmas everyone. I hope you all have a wonderful, happy, healthy, and safe holiday shared with those you love...and or play.
 
I am no good at that.

Last time I 'told a boy I liked him' I think I just giggled and said I hoped it was ok to say my feelings were not entirely platonic. I find honesty a good policy. I was not so embarrassed. The way I see it although it might result in refusal it is good for the other person to hear , so it's a nice thing to do even if it goes no where. :)

Bunny, the worst that can happen is the guy is not interested. If your 'friend' is any thing as pretty as you he'll be flattered and have a spring in his step even if not interested.

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What's the most low-key, non-crazy-sounding way to tell a guy you like him? Asking for a friend.

"The Bunn digs you, ya dig?"
'nuff said.

This guy must really be something to have a strong, confident, straight-shooting, plain-talking, blunt-as-fuck Bunny, twitterpated.



My blurt:
Family should not be toxic people.
 
No pressure low-key. With perhaps a little plausible deniability thrown in for good measure.

I'm sure my *ahem* friend will appreciate any and all answers.

I find a genuine comment usually works well enough, like.. We could do something like this again. I usually have fun when I spend time with you *big wink, if you can pull that off, or big smile if that's more your style*. A comment like this is usually genuine enough to convey feeling, yet casual enough to not be awkward.

Good luck, Bunny :) You got this! :cool:

Oh....I have normal person sickness. This is something!

The thing that really annoys me is I used the think those middle aged /elderly women with delicate constitutions were boring and pathetic with no sense of adventure. Now I am one of those women

Normal person sickness rejoicing, I know this sentiment :D

And.. no way on the old lady comment. I mean, you wear wildly interesting clothing and sport an invisible unicorn horn, right? How is that boring and pathetic, regardless of your constitution that day? :)
 
I really dislike reading stories in the first person, and yet, that seems to be the only way I can write them
 
True. It's the whiff of hypocrisy that gets to me.

I'm pretty sure hypocrisy is fine when it's genuine. Contrived hypocrisy though... ewwwwwww!! ;) I say just chalk it up to our human idiosyncrasies and don't worry about it. It's not a life critical, hurtful hypocrisy, after all. You won't destroy the world with it :)
 
I'm pretty sure hypocrisy is fine when it's genuine. Contrived hypocrisy though... ewwwwwww!! ;) I say just chalk it up to our human idiosyncrasies and don't worry about it. It's not a life critical, hurtful hypocrisy, after all. You won't destroy the world with it :)

Lol :cattail:
 
was that a julia roberts movie? think i may have seen that
 
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I kind of love/hate it when a guy walks past and he's got some of The Right Stuff.



On the outside I'm totally chill and like, 'Hey, how's it goin?' :cool:

While on the inside every molecule of my femaleness is melting & writhing & screaming, 'OH MY GAWWWD.' :devil::devil::devil:


:eek: heh.
 
Each night, I leave Mr. c at the nursing home. I bundle up, get in my cold car and drive home. Climb in to my cold bed. Empty. Fuck my heart.

But he's still here. And that's really really good.
 
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