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Duality Duality I’ve wanted write about you, relive my time with you, from the thrill I felt during our first meeting and conversation down the hours and even days spent with you. But I’ve not had the emotional strength do it. I don’t want forget a moment with you; I can’t forget, yet I know it would be easier forget. It would be so much easier let it go. The sound of your voice in my ear. The way you touched the very first time. The way that you pulled me in for a kiss and said you should have done it sooner. There is an abundance of stupid little things that make me smile and still somehow feel foolish for remembering and caring. But maybe it’s just the writer in me who remembers it . It’s the writer feeling the pain of your absence now that you’re gone. The sexual predator in is too strong for that kind of nonsense and gut wrenching pain. She knows what fucking is and goes after it without a moment’s hesitation and without looking back when it’s over, so it must be the writer in me trapped by emotions that need expression. It’s the writer who wants to tell about the way you laughed when you caught by surprise. It’s the writer in that wants recount what you looked like when you taught something new. It’s the writer that wants talk about your smile. It’s the poetess inside who wants describe your beautiful face and body and your laughter and your lips when you kissed . The writer wants tell about how it felt when you entered . How it both excited and thrilled . I was starting believe you didn’t want . And then when it finally happened, I wanted more. It’s the writer that wants convey what it felt like when you called a good girl or how it felt when you manhandled . The predator has already moved different conquests. She takes the cocks she wants. She shares her body like its detached from her soul, but the writer feels it . The longing, the desire, the need, the sadness that comes from your leaving without a goodbye, and I long keep it with forever cherish and relive for it’s passion and glory and even the pain. It’s only the predator in who believes there’s shame in that kind of blissful joy and sorrow. |
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I appreciate the distinction you describe between the "writer" and the "sexual predator." When writing about sexual encounters I wanted to be true to the personal and physical experience, but there's the writer in me who is perceiving and analyzing the sensory data, turning it into words images texts, transforming it all into something beyond the lived physical experience. The resulting narrative could be a fiction, or it could be a means of capturing and freeze-framing a special moment in the flow of time. I never know how it will turn out. Not sure if the person being described is/was here reading the blogs. Maybe that could explain his disappearance. I've noticed some people experience discomfort when reading about themselves, even if the text is a positive one. [Words stolen by the site gremlins: "me" "to"]
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...the word gremlins are alive and well... after 3 fixes, I quit trying... ....as for your story and the comment... both insightful.. truth to self is a most important virtue.... for it speaks in raw unfiltered text.... and can convey the total power of emotions and feelings... shared in a moment or for a lifetime...
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