Saturday, April 23, 2005

Shit, I shouldn’t be doing this…

Of course he’s referring to a different blog, but I thought he had discovered this one, and so soon! But holy shit, do I feel guilty posting this, from him:

I have nothing against the blog (so far), but I really don’t want anybody to read our e-mails.  :-)

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Nevertheless, I like caressing you by sticking all kinds of extremities into your body and many other nice things.  And I’m not shy about that at all.  I guess they call it Intimacy . . . .

I just realized:  you couldn’t have been distracted by my finger in your ass, because you didn’t even realize it was in there, because your little companion was rattling all your senses too much.  I’m NOT jealous!  But I will have to call you now and assert myself, or whatever would be an appropriate thing to say at this point.  Then again I find it extremely pleasurable to be present when you have an orgasm.  It’s a privilege I cherish very much.

Love,

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Today’s email exchange

Me to him:

Coming across too desperate? Am I too desperate looking at my phone all the time to see if you have called? Trying to linger on the phone even though I really have nothing to say so I can still hear your voice? You can have me with the clogs, without the clogs, but the over-the-knee striped socks are hot and should be taken to bed for sure. I wonder what my face looks like when I am walking home from class visualizing your dick inside of me while I have the vibrator pressed up against my clit and your thumb pressing against my ass…

love and kisses and licks all over,

Kitty

 

His reply:

So now the dirty talk has really entered the realm of e-mail?  Aha.  I’m not judging that, BTW.  Just noticing.  To clarify:  it was my right index finger and it was inside your ass.  But I understand that the little pocket rocket creates an intense sensation that might blur the senses a bit.  Not a bad thing.  Who needs to stay completely clear during a passionate encounter?  That would kind of defy the purpose.  Altered states bring us closer to enlightenment, which is why sex should totally be sacred and accepted as a divine act, at least when exercised the right way (which should be taught to adolescents).  Maybe we can work on that in our own time, since we’ve been so neglected in that department.  Where was our holy mother the Catholic church when we needed her?

Interesting chain of association, but that’s just the way it came out.  No reflection whatsoever, since I’m sitting over bookkeeping for the R. sessions.  Finding receipts that evoke sweet memories . . .

If your face while remembering looks anything like during the act, it is pure beauty.

Thanks for the love and everything.  Much, much appreciated.

And back to you.

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