Today is a day where I’m feeling too much. The numb has worn off – and I am just in my own head and my feelings are boiling over. I dreamed about him last night – two different dreams. Two different times during the night where I vividly recall being with him – kissing him…
Tag: memories
Memorial Day
In Flanders Field In Flanders fields the poppies blowBetween the crosses, row on row,That mark our place; and in the skyThe larks, still bravely singing, flyScarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days agoWe lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,Loved and were loved, and now we lie,In Flanders fields. Take up…
Intertwined
by Ed Muir We curled up in bed together – after an evening of great wine, great conversation, and amazing play. A private date of just SB and me. We had attended a dungeon party the night before, and this was the perfect follow-up evening for us. And as we got all situated under the…
HNT – 20 Years
photo taken that year by a friend. G and me – our photographer friend won an award for this photo – in the pre-digital age he captured us as we were. Perfectly. Twenty is the number of years G and I have been together. Twenty fucking years. Literally and figuratively. Damn. We started dating 20…
Motos, Photographs and Confusing Relationships, Oh, My!
Spending the weekend doing something that Domenico loves was amazing. As I said yesterday, spending time immersing yourself in someone else’s passion shows you more about the person than you may even understand. When I met him, I immediately heard about the moto hobby. Hobby is such the wrong word, but it is the…
Wig Outs and Moments
I don’t have them very often, but yesterday was my day to wig out about stuff. The night before, G and I had a conversation that left a bad taste in my mouth. I had some other things on my mind about work and life in general that seemed to invite Mr Insomnia (that bastard)…
Processing
I sat down in front of the computer last night with a blank document on the screen, my brain jumbled with the events and moments of the weekend. I intended to write – whatever it was that was in there – whether it be a blog post, something I keep for myself – or share…
Flashbacks
Sitting there at my desk in the middle of typing an email, I had a image randomly flash through my head. I was pushed against the wall – pinned there with his hand around my necks as his mouth bit my erect nipple through my shirt and bra. All I could do was stand there,…
