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i'm a pretty self-conscious person - not always comfortable with myself physically.
but lately, a lot of my fantasies inolve CMNF and candaulism. |
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the ren faire is here, and i didn't even know!
i hope i can get up there before it's gone.
i need my fix. |
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feeling very cultured today. finishing up my paper for my ancient roman empire class ( analyzing the conniving, lascivious characters of messalina and agrippina minor. tacitus: sullying the reputation of roman women for over 2000 years.. ), and making vegetarian moussaka and then baklava for dessert.
opa! |
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kind of want to dye my hair red. like, RED.
red?
maybe? |
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classes started this week - i think it's going to be a great semester.
anthropology of religion and roman empire - both with professors that i simply adore. one of them, maybe a little too much... :)
he's.. yummy. |
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make me
tremble with a look
melt with a touch
weak with a smile
make me |
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got my senior thesis approved and i'm not even a senior yet.
WHAT
oh and also
who's read the sword of truth series ( terry goodkind )?
or at least the first one.
so, the section where richard is captured by denna?
discuss. |
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i've said it before, and i'll say it again.
I can't get enough VAST.
so many unbelievably beautiful songs.
make me smile, make me cry..
the music i have playing in my car.
the music i fall asleep to at night.
the background music playing in my fantasies. |
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My mock thesis is coming along really well. My professor mentioned to me that I should really consider sticking to my topic for my capstone project for my senior seminar next year.. I'm really excited!
It's MINE! |
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very curious about objectification... ( forniphilia, whichever term you prefer. ) not so much interested in the very intricate constriction or construction.. but the concept itself.
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part dream, part daydream. ))
I'd shared more of myself with him in the last couple weeks than I had with anyone, ever. I shared things with him I didn't even realize I knew about myself.
Somehow, I already knew I loved him.
Panic swells in my chest as I am jolted awake by the feeling of something strong clamped over my mouth. A gloved hand silences my scream. My eyes are wide open but I cannot see, my bedroom is dark - so dark. My body struggles with the man pinning me to my bed as my mind struggles with itself.
It's what you've been waiting for.
No.. this fear is real. I'm afraid.
It's WHO you've been waiting for..
No.. I want to scream.. I need to scream.
The weight of his body is pressed against mine now. I feel his hot breath against the side of my face. A familiar voice.. whispering into my ear.
It's him.. It's him!
Then why am I still afraid?
One of my arms is totally useless, trapped between our bodies. My free hand is still trying to remove the hand he has pressed against my mouth. I alternate between trying to pry his fingers away and slapping at his arm. My eyes have adjusted some to the darkness of the room, but I can still only make out the shape of his body.. his head.. nothing more.
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someone remind me to do an entry on the most fantastic dream i had last night. no time right now, i have to go to work.
how.. mundane. |
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i want to make love with VAST playing in the background. |
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