Judged by all, loved by two. The cycle of repeating things. Things we want to repeat, like time with the ones we love. Things we pray not to have to repeat. Like loving someone through addiction. Questioning the day you are going to have based on the mood someone else has when they wake up. When they fall, struggle and addiction wins, they are alone and you are angry.

Briefly, About Mainely Butch. I urge anyone in or interested in the Butch-femme dynamic to read this! This woman is one terrific WP blogger! Photo by Morgan Gwenwald. A Letter to My Femme Sisters.

Well sadly though life has been interesting with a very personal and private personal matter, the rest of my life was back burnered and incredibly dull. There was zero funzies happening for this kid. Lots of talk online with some actual great prospects but zero follow though.

Building a loving poly home for three one day at a time. Journals of a Polyamorous Triad. I could hide my own Easter eggs. More Than Two Book Blog. The best answer I could have possibly gotten. To get her stuff out like she said.

Erotica from the dirty mind of Larry Archer. My name is Larry Archer, a teller of tall tales, primarily erotic in nature. In plain English, I write porn or smut stories for those times you feel like reading with one hand.

Originally posted on Betty and beans. Make no mistake, the sex is hotter than ever, and the dram.

Reflections on sex, addiction, growth, change and The Struggle. I find myself in that quandary tonight. On Friday night, I blocked MC and decided I was going to move on. Then, yesterday, I listened to his voice messages. It churned fluids and thoughts and flashbacks. I unblocked him last night but never reached out. I want a man in my li.

Dudes and shit just got real. Because I am interested in hearing them. Mystery Farts and Other New Relationship Magic. All Men Are The Same. I Fucked a 22 year old.

Where lust reins supreme! August 19, 2013. He mind races from one object to the other, pondering feverishly over the entire creation, but the emptiness reduces one to. I am nothing but a tiny particle. In the infinite universe, endeavoring to unravel the mysteries surrounding me. But oh heart, what of the conundrums buried deep within. But then, even the strongest and the most primitive of human emotions,. Fails to cure the heart of.