We all have them and they vary from chocolate to
those more extreme things.
Right now I'd have to say I've quite a few of them,
from chocolate to a filet mignon,
or having someone over my knees spanking her ass
till it's a nice shade of pink.
I'm craving pulling her hair,
hearing her whimpers and moans.
I think more than anything I crave that connection with someone.
Going to those places each of goes in our relationships
however we label them.
We crave something because it satisfies and fills that
place inside and tells us each individually
that it's all okay, atleast for those moments in time.
Everything else fades aways, it's all about that
connection, that look, feel, touch, and release.
It's been quite awhile since I've enjoyed those
wonderful special things, and I long and look
forward to them once again.
Yes, I've said that in not so many words before
and had the boulder of reality slam into me
reminding me that I'm not ready for that.
I looked, I tried and each time I knew I wasn't
ready to provide what I need to someone else
when I wasn't at 100 percent.
I think now I'm ready more than I have been in awhile
the cravings are strong, and they (I) need to be
satiated and satisfied.
Let the quest begin...
Sunday, March 20, 2011
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5 comments:
Yes, the cravings that simply cannot be satisfied with anything but everything.
Good luck on your quest, my dear friend.
Hi Collar - nice to see this post (though I'm a few weeks behind in my reading). I wish you luck on this quest.
I think of you often, wonder how you're doing.
xoxo
I too think of you often and our beautiful blush, I have been a bit lax in my writing but am back on track now.
Its time for YOU now Sir.
rosie x
A quest! Yay!
Moving forward doesn't mean losing past memories. It just means making new ones.
i'm really happy for you. And in a strange way proud of you as well.
Hugs,
brooke
Thank you all for the comments and thoughts.
I appreciate you all stopping by though I haven't been here as much as I should be.
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