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NEWEST ************************** Monday, Oct. 16, 2006 - 1:59 a.m. ************************** "There are things in this world that make me cry;" "There are things in my head I dare not touch;" "There are reasons why I don’t;" "There are too many questions;" "There are not enough answers;" "There are never enough answers;" "These are just words;" "They
are here for you..."
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QUOTE FOR THE DAY:
"I
used to be a hopeless romantic -- I fell *************************************************************** I am damn stubborn. It isn’t something I necessarily choose to be. It just happens to be a fact. I do have a hard time admitting other
facts about myself. Like there might be a chance that I truly...
might be lonely. I realize this when I wake up in the morning and I realize I am not waking up next to anyone. And there is no one waking up next to me. There is no one who is thinking about me in the afternoon or before they retire for the night in their bed. Perhaps that is why I wake up with anxiety in the
mornings ... because I have finally realized that I do not have anyone to make a connection with. I am not trying to have a pity party for myself. I could
easily have someone to talk to when I go to bed at night or when I wake up in the morning if I wanted to...
but I am not looking for just anyone
anymore. I am looking for someone truly worth while. I want someone who I can be part of a team with. Someone that I can support - but will support me in return. I am not looking for someone to just fill a simple void of loneliness. I need someone who
WANTS to see me every waking moment - but understands that I can’t be around all of the time and still supports my goals. I am done wanting
just a girlfriend. I want a stronger, deeper, more mature connection. I want a partner. Is
this making any sense?? I am fine on my own. I am absolutely fine on my own. The only thing is -
I do not really want to be on my
own. Now I am not saying that I am wanting to get married. Not tomorrow or any time soon. But I suppose I do in the next few years, hopefully. I want to get married and have a married life. I know what I want for my life. I know how I want
my life to be when I start building a family and I know how I want to do that. Things may change. I guess that is the only thing certain in life - that everything changes. And I am still young -
damn it, I know I am. But I
know I am not at the same place in my life that everyone my age is. And I am certainly not going to just find someone and settle with her because of the right timing. I want to be completely in love. I
want to be certain. I just worry that maybe I never will be certain. I suppose my last relationship proved that you can rely on someone - you can hand them your heart and fully expect them to protect it. You can think everything is stable...
and then it can just crumble without
warning. I thought I was certain then, and she taught me that you never know. She has taught me to guard myself once again. The other night - someone said to me that I am
jaded. I am finally starting to understand and realize ... that I think I really
am. He needs that showering of cuddly mother love as much as getting his rocks off. On that score, nothing imparts more of a pure erotic thrill than letting an energetic top woman have her way with him, boobs bouncing, as she barks imperatives and instructions. In fact, very little in Cancers man's vision of
worthwhile sex doesn't include breasts in one way or another. He is the zodiac's pre-eminent
titty fucker, and most of his sexual fantasies involve big bosomed babes in the
proverbial pole position. He is anything but squeamish when faced with a partner's outpourings, a proclivity that may easily extend to the peepee department. As well, he's way up for anal sex; though if his mate flashes red flag, he is fine with forgoing it. Of course, he loves being blown- what man doesn't? – bit for him the act imparts a
particularly soothing and secure, pacifying sensation. He can be fairly kinky in is makeup; especially where his love for a dominant women drives him to the extreme. For the most part, however, the Crab rarely acts on his more intricate fantasies. He seems designed to propagate, parent, provide and protect. Cancer will typically immerse himself in that household reality, focusing on his primal needs to be the pristine husband, the unadulterated consort,
regularly coddling, cooing, and conceiving with his woman. Just as he is almost pathologically intrigued by those de rigueur female bodily functions- if any man would think nothing of having sex with his woman when, for instance, she's not quite finished with her period, it's the Cancer man. Likewise, he is all over his mate when she's pregnant. The Crab has a the distinct sexual habit of sneaking in when his woman least expects it. One would be hard pressed to find a
long-time partner of the Cancer man who hasn't actually awoken to his slowly shagging her, the actual experience being subtly woven into her dreamscape. Aggressive women, Nordic, Germanic types, tall women, big breasts, implants, kissing, licking, sucking, (active) oral, (passive/active) discipline, titty-fucking, waitresses/flight attendants, (active) anal sex, submission fantasies, strippers, porn stars, pregnancy, lactation, school girls, shaved, waxed genitals, (passive) bondage, leather, biker chicks, (passive) golden showers, cuddling, spooning, home porn, hotel rooms, crops, whips, nymphomaniacs, dominatrixes
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