Other people make a space beautiful. I kinda feel dumb writing about this. However I have a lot
on my chest. I made the decision to start a new life. I have convinced myself that
in order to move forward, I must let go of the past. I am giving up my home. Not
house but HOME. A place that I built with my love and my dreams. My comfort
zone is going to be gone. I’m giving up my childish ways. My stuffed animal
friends, my doll baby (I say it backwards because although she is a doll she is
MY BABY.) I will no longer be able to put things the way I want them or how I
want them. I am letting go of my space. My individuality, creativity, my
freedom will be boxed up or thrown out or sold. No longer will I be able to
enjoy the company of pets that I am used to. With each word I type I begin to
question the choice I am making. Only because I am giving up soooo much on a
hope, not a guarantee. Not a promise, not even a wish, or an expectation. Sacrificing
my EVERYTHING for what if. I have not the slightest idea what I am investing
in. There’s no space there for me where I am going either. Will I be able to be
all Martha Stewart around holidays? Or Paula Dean in the kitchen? I like mix
& match furniture, walls with colors, themes, pillows, mirrors, plants, animals,
& … Too much to contemplate.
I'm playin lead in ur little play Don't need an understudy I'm ur Babii... All I'm waitin for is u To come & do all that u promised to U say u want this to be urz Well dive inside & fuck me till I'm hoarse My fingers take hold of your hard and sleek body As I whisper in ur ear, "O how I've been naughty" U anxiously shove me, face up against the wall Your left hand holding my neck firmly, The right undoing my work clothes Holdin me down U growl not to move At the control of your force I am weak & ur penis is @ its peak U take no ease puttin him in me I cry out in pain but that is the pleasure of our game I become more aroused as u pound me harder I plead with u to slow it down instead U turn me round, lift me up, From the front u enter now My thighs straddling your waist My juices can't wait They pour down ur legs I’m whimpering out your name, Forgetting to breathe We make our way to the bedroom Where it is ...
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