Did you say Pathetic?

Social Networks are fun… at the beginning; and if you take them for what they are: an immense playground for grown-ups who can pretend to be who they are not and fool every credulous people they encounter. Being one of these credulous people, I find it really hard now to handle it.

I think I encountered every asshole you can find on the net. They are mostly men, but there are some women too.

I always lived a much protected life, surrounded by people who, when they said they cared for me, really meant it. Of course, I met untrustworthy people. I was not THAT protected. But when you have that person face to face, it's easier to tell if they are sincere or not. Social Network can't do that.

I had numerous people (mostly men, I admit it) who swore to me that they were my friend, and talked to me for a certain time, then completely ignore and even deleted me. Either because I didn’t give them what they were waiting for, or because they found somebody more...interesting than me. It hurt me every time. I should be used to it by now, but I’m not. I still believe that people mean what they say. How foolish is that?

Then there are those who need me. For any reason. But they need me. So they talk to me when they need something, then can go without talking to me at all for some time. Until they need me again. Oh and don’t forget the women… Most of the time, they talk to me because they want to know my relation with a certain man. They are jealous and want him for themselves. When they find out that there’s nothing between us, they stop talking with me. Not interesting anymore…again.

And I’m falling for it every time…again. Does that make me pathetic? Yes, definitely.  

There’s a reason why I’m writing all this. It’s therapeutic. No one will read it, but I’ll feel better anyway. I just want to be strong enough to leave this stupid Facebook (of course I was talking about Facebook, isn’t it obvious). It used to be funny, lots of interaction. Now, it’s only promoting, either their books or their blogs. After a while, you can't find anything more to say beside “great, congrats,” so you just stop commenting altogether. And you don’t feel like posting anything either, because, be realistic, no one gives a shit. So why stay? I’m asking myself this question every day. I didn’t find an answer yet. If I ever find one, I’ll let you know.

Just A Light Touch

The mirror of the soul

I stare at your eyes.
I can't help myself. I know you want a kiss, and I'll give it you. How could I not. But your eyes have a strange effect on me. They mesmerize me.
So gentle and hungry.
So tender and fierce.
So happy and impatient.
So lazy and excited.
You are everything I hoped for.

I dream...



I’m going to bed, feeling lost and sad, wishing you were here with me. My sleep has been full of dreams about you lately.

I dream of your body against mine; your skin glistening with sweat sliding on mine.

I dream about our legs entangled, our hands traveling along our bodies, our heavy breathing while you pound merciless in me.

I dream about your hands on my breasts, gently squeezing them, preparing them for your mouth.

I dream about your voice whispering sweet nothing in my ear, the weight of your body on mine.

I want you so badly.





I'm pissed

I storm in the room, feeling mad and upset, and find you lazily resting on the bed, wearing only your boxers. You look at me, raising a questioning eyebrow, and my fury knows no bound. I scream at you, calling you names, angry as I’ve never been, but you just smile at me, waiting for the storm to calm down. You are so sure of my love for you that you don’t try to appease me. You know that I will forgive you in the end, and you just wait patiently for it to happen.

I finally realize that you’re not reacting to my tantrum and I look at you, my eyes still gleaming with fury, as my body is beginning to react to your exposed body.

You slowly raise your arms and put your hands under your head, while you slightly spread your legs, inviting me to take possession of your body.

Oooo that’s how you want to play it?

I quickly undress, keeping my underwear, and go to the closet and retrieve the handcuffs you offered me for Christmas. As I climb on the bed, overlooking at you from my standing position, your eyes widen in surprise. You never thought that I could use those on you. You slowly put your arms down along your body, and I can see uncertainty in your eyes. The corners of my mouth rise in a grin.  

Oh baby, you don’t know what’s going to happen to you!

Pussycat

LOVE

You were sitting on the bed, your back facing the big mirror on the wall. I was able then to enjoy the sight of both your sides… Your front, with your muscular chest that rose and fell on the rhythm of your breathing; your back, with your broad shoulders and your narrow waist.

I slowly crawled on the bed, humming as I was getting closer to you. My arms went to your waist and I raised them along your back, watching in the mirror the contrast of my white hands against your black skin.

You didn’t move, letting me have my way with you, your hands resting on the bed on each side of your body to give me better access of all this exposed skin. My mouth closed around a nipple to tease, licking it and sucking it until I heard you groan. I gently blew on it, giving you goose bumps and went for the other one to give it the same treatment.

My breasts are pressed against your cock which begins to grow and my nails dig into your flesh at the idea of what is going to happen. I could feel the wetness between my thighs as my mouth came resting just above your cock.