Saw this in a friends journal…
I want you to post anything that you want.
Anything.
Leave A Comment.
Post a story, a secret, a confession, a fear, a love, what you think about me, or whatever else is on your mind.
Be sure to post honestly and anonymously, though.
Post as many times as you’d like and then put this in your journal.
See what your friends and perhaps others who you don’t even realize read your diary have to say.
All comments should be posted anonymously…
Say anything you want.
I still fail to understand the popularity of Jimi Hendrix. Good, sure, but god? I don’t get it.
So I have this complete confusion about girls. I mean, they’re cute, bouncy, cuddly, giggly, sexy, and they’re a helluva lot more fun to look at than guys. But I love cock. And I haven’t the foggiest what to do with a cunt not my own, and not all that much to do with that either. It’s a quandary.
Sorry I missed your friendly liked IM, but then, I was in the hot tub, which I can hardly complain about that. 🙂
I know who you are. 🙂 It’s all good. Time is all we have.
I’ve been admiring you for a while. I want to keep admiring you. I want to watch you get happier. I want to help you celebrate how groovy your life is, and what an amazing person you are and what sort of person you’re becoming. Thanks for giving me that opportunity.
Thank you.
Oh yeah. I’ve also really been enjoying reading as you talk about blowjobs. That’s been very nice too.
I love somebody, but am nervous about saying so, as I’m afraid they might spook and run away. Though I wonder if maybe they also love me but hold off on saying so for some reason. It’s all very silly and high-schoolish.
I want you.
I want to be your freind, I want to be your lover. I want you to want me as madly as I do you.
I want to grab you, hurt you, bend you over and use you in all the ways you love so much, ravish you until you’re a puddle of girly goo. And you’ll love it so much, you’ll come back to me for more. And I’ll always be there for you.
But, I’m afraid to try.
I’m afraid of the landmines I might encounter. Of pushing too far, or in not just the right way.
I have fucked you once, and you just didn’t seem to be into it. If I had been more skilled, if I had done something differently…
Distance is safer. Not knowing.
Here you are going through a terrible breakup, and still all I can think about is sex. I’m a terrible person.
Re: I want you.
You aren’t a terrible person. You say that I have been with you, so I know that you aren’t. Frankly I am… wow.
Wow.
Wow.
*fan face*
I love reading what you write. I wish we had more time to hang out, but we both have so little time available. We seem to have lots in common, stories to share, lessons to learn from one another, and I would give much for the opportunity to explore that.
I consider you touchable, cuddleable, huggable and smoochable, but I have no idea of you would welcome that from me. I hate pushing boundaries and I honestly have no idea where yours lie. Silly of me, I know, but there you have it.
I guess one of these days I will just have to walk up and say “Hey, come sit and chat on the couch with me for a bit… mind if we snuggle while we do it?” and see what happens.
And one final thing: I have tremendous amounts of respect for you. I am occasionally in awe of you. You are one hell of a remarkable woman.
*sneak sneak sneak sneak sneak* Boo!
if you ever wanna try some naked mud-wrestling, I’m your gal.
(and I’m only half-joking…)
I think you’re pretty yummy and I look forward to getting to know you more.
I think I’m kinda bi but have never done anything about it. the idea scares and excites me all at once.
I could have written the previous comment, but I didn’t.
I think you’re amazingly brave and fragile all at once.
You turn me on and terrify me.
I like boobies. (Mine and others’.)
I like to be watched and wanted.
I love what I have, but secretly I often wish for more.
Well….
..you have to admire a woman who can wear anything from a whinny-the-pooh shirt to nothing but my purple latex clad hand and just can’t help but look mighty fine all the time.
Awww yeah.
Me too
I want you.
I want you in pain. A lot of pain.
I want you tied up with your legs spread wide, and a rope around your neck so that if you struggle it will tighten. (Yes, I know what I’m doing.)
Then I would like to cane your inner thighs. I have a very high tolerance for screaming, so this would continue for a long time.
Then I’d fuck you while scratching the welts on your thighs with my fingernails.
OOOOHHHHHHHHH – those boots!
…but you already knew that…
You’re quite a wonderful person, really, and I wish I could get to know you better. Unfortunately I get the impression that I’ve offended you in some way that you don’t care to tell me about, so I can’t make it right. I regret that.
Well, I don’t know who you are. So I don’t know why.