All going well (caveat caveat, fingers crossed, baby animals sacrificed and etc…), bambi will be the first man to see the results of my body project.
My nakedness in all its post-working-out glory.
After all this frigging work I have been doing, I expect angels to sing the hallelujah chorus, and a glorious light to stream down from the heavens when I unveil.
Or at least double rainbows.
Not too much to ask is … Continue Reading
We are in chat most of the day when we are both awake (normal ‘life stuff’ notwithstanding), even if we are not actually talking all the time. Real time stories of our days.
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I think he worries that I am not getting his best at times. I am not sure what that means exactly. But I’m pretty sure he worries.
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I told him at one point early on that if he wanted to … Continue Reading
Yesterday, he booked the flight to come here to me.
That suddenly makes it a real possibility. So exciting!
“He, who?!! Geez, Ferns, you never tell us ANYTHING!” *pout mutter*
He, the cutie who I have been speaking with for a couple of months now… that one…
He attracted my attention by slipping this into a comment he made on a Fetlife thread we were both participating in:
… Continue Reading(I’m crushing so hard on Ferns)
I like your face.
It is so amazingly expressive, I can’t believe that no-one has ever told you that. How is it that no-one has ever told you that?
I like the way you arch your eyebrow, like you are some super villain plotting the world’s demise. I like your pretty eyes, each with slightly different colourings, framed by those long girlish lashes. I like your killer cheekbones, despite you concealing them: they are blade-sharp. … Continue Reading
The pretty thing has a beautiful mouth, truly. Full, shapely and pillowy soft. I want to post a photo of it, and even though I know he would be okay with it, it just seems too personal right now.
I joked on twitter that I was going to post an update about him along with a photo, but “…the photos make me stupid… Words… gone… just… …fuck!!!!”
I followed up with “If I get drunk … Continue Reading
It rolls into my inbox, my own fault. I have not changed the settings that tell the world to alert me to you being out there.
You are interviewed, photographed, recorded. I read, I look, I listen. I can’t *not* even though I wonder why, really.
I try to place these feelings I have.
It makes me smile, I am so proud of you. I am. Even after so long. I want to reach out … Continue Reading
He was lying on the floor at my feet, we were watching TV.
He had a gorgeous arse and beautiful legs. I was distracted by the muscles of his thighs, and the crease where his legs met his arse.
I idly started to pat his arse with my foot, just stroking him gently. He shifted back a little to give me better access. I squeezed my foot between his thighs and he opened his legs … Continue Reading