G3LadyB
"You met me at a very strange time in my life" ~FightClub
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Peaceful type of calm
To start … Sexy dress & smokin under clothes & optional mask of mystery … Things to try again ;)
Next … Last night Ronnie played borderlands for a bit & then I picked a horribly awesome movie & then I was sleepy so we went to bed to lay down. We ended up talking for a long time. Under warm comfy blankets in the candlelight. Wrapped up in each others arms. Eskimo kissing as we talked with little kisses snuck in here & there.
He told me he was 99.9% sure he was falling in love with me <3 & I felt so many different things at once that I couldn’t say anything for a bit. I just kissed him & tried to not cry.
See, I was overjoyed that he feels like that bcz I know I’m falling in love with him (& I told him that when I could finally say something) .. But I also felt something else. Like fear of him disappearing or not knowing what he was saying. Feelings of unworthiness started to flood me bcz of my past with mike. & Ronnie kissed away every single doubt I had of him meaning anything less than what he had said. We talked about it .. I told him how mike only loved me for blowjobs. That’s all I was to him. He never could expand on that list of things he “loved” about me. & Ronnie went right in to at least 10 or 15 things he thought were really great about me. He pulled me in close & held me & kissed me all over my face. & he said those things (the sexy bits) were nice but were in no way the focus.
We kept talking for a while about people & situations & things. As much as I want to hear him say ‘I love you Judy’ .. He doesn’t have to say it bcz I can feel it. I want to hold him forever. & kiss him. & talk to him about the universe & politics & humanity & nature …. I want to hear his thoughts on everything that exists. It’s okay if it takes forever. I’m hoping it will. I love talking to him. He’s funny & witty & gentle hearted.
I don’t get to see him tonight … But tomorrow night I’m going to give him the biggest hug
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Blue on Blue
I wore the blue dress for Ronnie last night.. With some extra sexy underneath ;) … I was scared of wearing my mirror mask but then in the morning when we woke up I put it on… He liked it. All of it. I like how he cuddles me every time time after. Pulls me in close. Kisses me. Breathes me. I could stay wrapped up in his arms for an indefinite amount of time.
I want to tell him about mike. About how he treated me during & after & how it’s completely so different I can’t compare it. But Ronnie’s different. No one has ever touched me the way he does. I’ve never met anyone quite like Ronnie. I can’t compare him to anything I’ve ever experienced ever bcz he’s different. & mind blowing different. But not just in bed..
Gah iPod!!! I will finish this later with a charge on my iPod.
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I told him….
Last night, as we laid naked in the darkness in the blue room, I told Ronnie he was becoming someone special in my life. I didn’t tell him I loved him. I told him things I liked about him. I almost told him I loved him. But I don’t want to somehow ruin this. I think he would say it in return if I said it. But I’m not sure. What if he didn’t. After I told him he was becoming someone special in my life, he said I was too & that he hadn’t thought it possible for him… Bcz of his ex fiancé… I didn’t tell him this but I wasn’t sure that it was possible for me to be happy & confident with someone after mike.
Ronnie is just so amazing. I told him I wanted to keep him forever… Well I do.
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There’s nothing wrong with sex, people.
- Having sex every day.
- Saving sex for your wedding night.
- Never having sex.
- Having sex with different people.
- Having sex with one person.
- Having sex with a person of your same gender.
- Loving sex.
- Hating sex.
- Being loud.
- Being quiet.The only thing wrong with sex?
When it’s not consensual.
Because that’s not sex. That’s rape.
Reblogging again because this post is so important.
(Source: strengthissexy, via araeni)
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I should just quit school and become a brostitute
you pay me to just hang out and chill
does anybody want to join me
we can start a
brothel
(via wanderingchronicle)
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Today my art history professor gave some words of wisdom:
Nude is when your clothes are off. Naked is when your clothes are off and you’re up to something
(via wanderingchronicle)
