Sometimes our lives are like Journeys on snow covered roads, difficult to control where we want to go, But sometimes its the journey thats the all important part of our lives, a time when we experiance fun, laughter, hardship, and learn,
i have so i am told a huge sarcastic streak..as in humour, i love to tease and flirt, but never hurt, i have a love of poetry,
I,m nosey at times , i hate being ignored, i find it a sign of rudeness, i think i,m open but there are many chapters in my life that remain closed, these have been openned to just a few people , sadly a couple have been used to hurt me so if i seem wary, please be patient
I have a problem with letting go of the past, so I tend to hate a little bit of everything that's ever gone wrong in my life... So basically, I'm emotionally fucked up. GO TEAM.
I have lived my life, and have not lived in vain, My mind may lose it's force, my blood its fire, and my frame perish even in conquering pain.
But there is that within me which shall tire, torture and time, and breathe when i expire.
Her tongue traced the contours of my firm breasts, then slowly worked down my smooth stomach, she looked up at me again, seeking my assurance, I nodded almost imperceptible and she continued her southward journey, finally reaching my white lace underwear, first she just licked me through the material, gently tasting my sweet juices, I sighed deeply as for the first time in my life, another woman?s tongue approached my most private area.
She lay beside me, her arm cradling my head, both our bodies bathed in sweat from my first ever experience of sex with another woman.
Slowly my breathing returned to normal, I turned her head to look at her, our eyes met once more, this time each of our gazes was softer, an understanding passed between us.
Teddies cant hug back but sometimes they are all you have.