This is a follow up of Taboo, my post from January. Six months my love.  Nearly six months since my last post here.  How far we’ve come.  Or maybe how far we fell.  It doesn’t matter.  I’m glad we did. “Why do you have to be you? Isn’t it enough that since you’ve opened up […]

Little, I will be out tonight with my friends. I will text you when I am on my way home. You will be on the bed in your schoolgirl uniform with your Teddy waiting for me. Failure with be met with a harsh punishment. Sir

The climb was so fast that I look back on it now, wondering if it was a sign for where we are today. Those feeling that came out of nowhere, that drive for a connection growing and becoming more and more intense with each passing day. The shift from magnetic attraction to actual care for […]

I’m out of sync.  I’m muddled up. My head is screwed on.  I know you’ll never leave her and I would never ask you to.  I know what we are.  I know our limitations.  I’ve never been under any impression that you would want any more than this with me. But my heart is beating […]

Where to start, Its been a month since we last spoke, when I say spoke it was more a tirade of abusive messages aimed at me. I won’t lie, I never have lied, though I’ve been accused many times by this person, yet anyone who had seen our relationship go on and off and on […]

Do not expect respect None will be given Do not expect gratitude For they are ungrateful Do not expect obedience They will do as they please Do not expect friendship Only how they can use you Do not expect to matter For you do not

Often, I think I can get by without love. I don’t really know what it’s like, so I don’t really know what I’m missing. I keep hearing about it, and it sounds wonderful. But really, to me, it’s the stuff of myth.  And anyway, I wouldn’t know what to do with it if I tripped […]

She never touches me. Beneath this stoic exterior beats a passionate heart and an inferno of unexpressed and unquenched desire. A painful knot of self doubt. A very masculine lack of confidence, whittled away down the years. A glimpse of a pretty girl and my imagination takes hold, flared nostrils, a quickening of breath, a […]