Hey all,
I'm currently sneezing all the time so it must be spring
Just a little note for now- you all seem to be busy, I'm wondering what is going on with MarkR1 and Northern- I've not heard from you guys in a while and I hope all is well.
I'm off to Germany for a conference at the end of the week, which is cool, as I have never been, but also a little scary as I'm going alone. I'm meeting people there, but I'm staying in a hostel all by myself...
Other news- I lost a stone (14lbs) at least, probably more... but my mother didn't notice when she saw me.... funny how she always says when I put weight ON.....
Me and the boy are better (thanks Northern for the virtual cross-pond hugs) but still working it out. I think he is depressed, and needs help. He says he just needs time.
I'm craving sex all the time, but I think what I really mean by that is that I'm craving DESIRE, qite distinct. I want to be desired. I want to want and be wanted. Not in a comfortable way, in an intense and scary way. In a 'I can't wait to get home' way... In a tasting your fingers and biting them and being held still and hands in my hair and nothing but the wanting way.
We've not had that for a while...
I'm currently sneezing all the time so it must be spring
Just a little note for now- you all seem to be busy, I'm wondering what is going on with MarkR1 and Northern- I've not heard from you guys in a while and I hope all is well.
I'm off to Germany for a conference at the end of the week, which is cool, as I have never been, but also a little scary as I'm going alone. I'm meeting people there, but I'm staying in a hostel all by myself...
Other news- I lost a stone (14lbs) at least, probably more... but my mother didn't notice when she saw me.... funny how she always says when I put weight ON.....
Me and the boy are better (thanks Northern for the virtual cross-pond hugs) but still working it out. I think he is depressed, and needs help. He says he just needs time.
I'm craving sex all the time, but I think what I really mean by that is that I'm craving DESIRE, qite distinct. I want to be desired. I want to want and be wanted. Not in a comfortable way, in an intense and scary way. In a 'I can't wait to get home' way... In a tasting your fingers and biting them and being held still and hands in my hair and nothing but the wanting way.
We've not had that for a while...
I wasn't around much last week because I was at a conference. But you know that from reading my blog, right?
I've never been to Germany either. I've never been to Europe. Heck, I haven't been to very many countries at all. I've been to Costa Rica, The Bahamas, the US (of course), and Mexico, but just for a few hours).
Congrats on the weight loss! I've never understood the concept of stones. Thanks for translating.
Your mom sounds like my dad. He was the same way - only noticed the negatives about me.
Sorry your boy (and that sounds more endearing than non-spouse) is depressed. Hopefully it'll pass soon. As someone who goes through periods like that too, your patience is greatly appreciated by him, even if he doesn't show it.
As for wanting to be desired.... I desire you. I don't think it qualifies as scary desire though.
I don't crave sex very often anymore. I think that after a long period of not having sex, your brain stops craving it as a way to prevent insanity and deep depression.
Good luck getting some passionate sex.
So, you have been busy! Nice work with the mass-management, like it! You'll love Germany - where are you going? I've travelled there quite extensively by bike, mainly Bavaria and the north western areas - there's lots to see. I love all the historic stuff in cities like Aachen and Nuremberg. I'm next going in May (I think) to do a little road trip with my pal Krista from Atlanta. You'll have great fun! If you're feeling isolated out there txt me or something - you have my number, right?
Trouble in paradise huh? Too bad, babe, I feel your pain. I split up with the teenage witch at the weekend. It was her birthday on Sunday (anymore she's not a teenager), and Saturday she told me about the local convenience factor she had found herself. Love it. As you might imagine, I politely declined the Saturday night celebrations she was having. Well infact, I showed up, explained my position, then left... A total of 3 of her wonderful local pals had made the effort to be there. And that's the last I've heard from her. I'd have vaguely hoped for a word of thanks after she'd opened the pile of presents I dropped on her, but seemingly not. I could give a rat's ass. I instead spent Saturday night at the Nottingham Rock City all-nighter with a bunch of my grown-up pals and we had a riot. Yay for adult women with degrees and jobs and stuff.
Craving sex, eh? I find that interesting. Scary too, y'say. Ok. We can do scary. Fantasy enactment you're thinking? It's all about the anticipation right? Getting play-abducted, bundled into a black German sportscar, blndfolded and whisked off to an old asylum for a night of i-can't-say-what. Next day....foggy memories of champagne-fuelled wrong-doing....bitemarks as Proustian mnemonics.....you sure you want this genie out of the bottle babe..?(let's hope that's a yes..hehe)...