Yesterday....Bitch one attempted a truce.
She has to, or it just won't work.
Last night....I wanted more and he's busy tonight...and I hope he likes what I sent.
Telephone this morning,
Angel just knows.
Floyd fan...I need , want , yearn, fantasise...and I need a bloody good fuck with passion and with grace and with shared belief.
I walked today without discomfort or shyness..I'm back and the locality no longer threatens.
Mr Estate Agent sent many messages this week which is kind but which annoys as he expects a response and when I don't he gets all close...and then distant.
It drive me mad.
Valentines message from the one I want...
And from G-inc...
Mansion Man....texts and texts...I am ducking and diving and I know my indifference fuels his desire,. Not sure he actually understand that!!
But, I love intelligence and fun and passion and cannot bear the thought of joining the club of empty, beautiful, materialistic females who simper and do anything in the presence of one who has millions.
It does not move me.
I would enjoy the simple pleasures of one who found his way off the roundabout and onto the motorway towards the sea.
Mutual driven passion is what is empty in me.
I need passion.
I need the strength.
I need the closeness.
I need the trust.
I need the closeness, the warmth, the deepness...
I need the stillness within an embrace after the noisy wet climax;
I need the compassion;
The fun;
The sexiness;
The dirtiness;
The giggles and the sharp intake of sexy breath.
I just need.
