longing is exquisite. gorgeous in the
way it heightens every sense and makes a person feel as though she's
living right on the edge of the world. one wrong move could destroy
everything. the right move could take it all to the next, more intense
level, and so each glance, touch, word--even thought--is carefully
calculated. the air of longing is unceasingly electrified.
there is no choice but to be present in the face of longing.
no choice but to lounge around in its selfishness and to test its
boundaries because longing is full of questions that need answers. it
is addictive and delicious and filled with innuendo. it is a puzzle of
desire, duty, hunger, and obligation.
how long can longing hold on to want before it is forced to become something else?
Spill it
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Confessions
- I need a best friend to share experiences with -- but not limited to the clothed ones.
- I am the other woman. I have been for a decade. When my lover and I get together, our partners, too, benefit, which is why I've seldom been the jealous type.
- I think he hates me just a little when we're not making love that often.
- I woke him today by climbing astride him and moving until he responded.
- I like that he always wants me — but it's also a turnoff.
- I didn't lose my virginity until I was 24. Now I'm 34 and I can't get enough!
- I had a sexy dream about a girlfriend last night. The only problem? I'm not a lesbian.
- I never liked foreplay. Let's get right to it.
- I feel completely liberated when I don't wear panties.
