Sunday, February 5, 2012
Secret Sunday
Hope you're all having/ have had a great weekend! Last night Sandy and I had our annual Tacky Tiki Party, which I'm hoping to post about tomorrow. It was a lot of fun and a great way to beat the winter blahs.
Time now for the 57th round of Secret Sunday, a chance to anonymously share secrets and/or fantasies you've been keeping to yourself. Some are uplifting, some are heartbreaking and some are just plain naughty.
All are valid.
Here's how it works:
1) This is open to anyone who wants to participate, from regular follower to casual visitor.
2) If this is something you'd like to run on your blog please feel free. Let me know and I'll follow along.
And now to it...
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Seeing that picture after the dream I had last night makes me want to be with someone other than the person I'm currently with. I miss the passion, the anticipation, the desiring for it to happen before it actually happens. That moment before a relationship has crossed a certain line and you feel him, in a moment unplanned and more than likely through clothing, perfectly aligned at your entrance and it catches you both off guard and momentarily takes your breath away because, even though you both may have thought about it, until this very instant, neither of you realized the extent of your desires.
ReplyDeleteIt was a good dream which made me want to prolong and savor the next time.
I wish.I could write. so much every secret Sunday. but I'm afraid to tell anyone... i have lovers like this pic. did i just say that. wow. but honestly, barry you would be the perfect person to tell...
ReplyDeleteIf the moment ever comes when you feel safe letting me hold onto a secret or two, I'll be here with arms open and mouth closed. Always.
ReplyDeleteI really miss her, and regret being rubbish so much which made things so difficult. Everything felt so real and so natural. Then suddenly it all disappeared, almost as quickly as it started. So many regrets because things seemed so right.
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