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Well, it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I told Brent it was a good thing he'd not been here lately, since he was all over my lj right now. He came looking for pictures. I don't know if he ever even made it there. And I don't know if I'll ever be able to look him in the face again. I"m embarassed that he's embarassed, and I'm dying of curiousity - wanting to know how much he managed to read. I can only say THANKGOD I've never cried over this man. Because as much as I adore him, and lust after him, I'm not in love with him. And I don't want him to fuck anything up because of me. Oh, I still wanna fuck him. But I think I'll live. *giggle* Somebody replied to your LiveJournal post in which you said: |
The moment her hands are idle, hot blood spreads beneath her skin, turning the muscles to mush. Images are projected against the back of her mind, like obscene slides in a darkened room - the outline of his hand buried in his pocket, the heat that radiates from his body, his soft collar against the firm column of muscle in his neck makes her tongue ache to taste it, a stolen glance at that expressive mouth surrounded by trimmed dark hair causes a simultaneous moistening of both sets of full, sensuous lips. A cotton tee hides satin-wrapped stays that bite into tender flesh and nipples harden against the fabric in response to a low-toned question. The words pass through her head unheeded, her entire being focused on the sound as it rumbles through her brain, sending her heart fluttering against the cage of bone that holds it fast. Nails cut into her palm as she fights the urge to touch him, only to realize that he's not there...Their reply was:
as my hip bumps against the copy machine.
Subject: Such Writing!
My dear SapphireScarlet:
It is with great humility and, I must confess, a bit of embarassment, that I read what you have posted here. I feel a bit like a Rock star reading a fan's website, but then there's so much more in what you've written than mere admiration.
I had no idea I was being examined so closely; listened to so intently; and dare I say it...wanted so badly. Let me say that the only thing preventing me from giving in to those electric moments we both know we've experienced between us is the fact that I've met the love of my life. My love for her should be admired, considering who and what I'm declining to sustain it.
You have a truly beautiful way of manipulating the written word as if it were a paintbrush. Hold on to that to the very end...it's extremely rare.
Okay, okay, how can he have NO IDEA? He must be in a total dream world. I'm blunt with him, to the point of making his face flush; he can't look me in the eye, he plays with his hair, you would think he HAS to know. How is it possible that you can practically slap someone in the FACE with lust, REPEATEDLY, and they still have no idea? He knows. He just chooses to push it out of his mind until I smack him with it again. He probably has to do that to stay faithful. Why would anyone allow themselves to be sucked into my tempestuous teapot, over and over like this? You know, deep down, I wanna let him. Stay faithful, I mean. I DO admire his love for her. I'm just so fucking impetuous, and passionate and incineratingly sensual. Its very hard to control these things around him. I wonder how long I'll be able to go this time without talking to him. Place your bets anyone?
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Date: 2004-12-21 08:52 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-12-21 09:05 pm (UTC)MingNa, male connoisseur
Date: 2004-12-21 09:17 pm (UTC)Re: MingNa, male connoisseur
Date: 2004-12-21 09:36 pm (UTC)Re: MingNa, male connoisseur
Date: 2004-12-22 04:18 am (UTC)Re: MingNa, male connoisseur
Date: 2004-12-22 05:37 am (UTC)the bets are off
Date: 2004-12-22 08:33 am (UTC)Re: the bets are off
Date: 2004-12-22 09:22 am (UTC)Re: the bets are off
Date: 2004-12-22 06:04 pm (UTC)Re: the bets are off
Date: 2004-12-22 06:08 pm (UTC)