An excercise in Acceptance

No longer circumscribed by security nor comfort,
No longer bound by hope, or its successor, approval.
This vicious cyclic life has run its course
And brought me once again to this place, this precipice,
the point of no return.
And I give in, to the fear, the uncertainty, to the yearning;
This remorse can no longer use my heart for burning.
It's time to go.
I know for this she wishes so, with every fibre, with all her being.
It isn't me.

Love,  lets love be.
                                                                                                                                                                                 

Listen to the Woman..

'Theres a time and place for everything'... that's what my mum always says.
And you know what.. I couldn't agree more.
Although I doubt she would apply it in the following context.
And that's a good thing.

Group Sex In Public
Could there be a more splendid way to spend the afternoon on a warm summers day?
Pray tell..

choice butts...                                                          

she loves it from behind

the way his hands clamp around her hips

the rythmic patter of heavy balls lapping at her sodden, swollen cunt

the unearthly depths he plunders with each purposeful thrust

and best of all

the stream of hot seed shot up her spine, spilled on her flushed cheeks.

Hi Rotation..

The English Riviera
new album
by
Metronomy
an opulent dreamspace filled oh so adequately by this 4 piece out of Devon.
try before you buy... theres no need!

An exercise in division

and Acceptance

pt II

I’ve tried to take onboard her words and be the man she wanted. I’ve gone and changed many an unhealthy aspect of my character, in the hope that she would see something new.. in the vain hope that she would be proud of me.
Silly boy.
I have nothing in her eyes that’s worth keeping. My future is certain, from her perspective. Certainly not with her. She leaves me subtle reminders without ever saying so. This is how sweet she is. Instead of bluntly letting me know. 
So I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. I shouldn’t have asked. Why all of a sudden, after 7 years, should I expect anything less, or, for that matter, anything more. Any love she had for me has bled away silently. In its place has crept a new impatience, one she cannot speak. At least not yet.
But I understand now. I need to go. Our time is up.
You needn’t worry, nor concern yourself with how you leave me. For I am exactly the same way as you found me. Searching. Yearning. Dreaming. Escaping. Never quite able to commit my body, mind and soul to any one thing. Destined only to wander through fields of uncertainty, of constant ebb and flow, alone, apart from all those fellow wanderers.
It was never going to be her lot.
I should have listened to the sage.

excerpt from my diary

Snap...

At first she was a little apprehensive, she hated being subjected to discipline, of any sort….
But he had a certain manner, assertive touch.
She was willing to do anything he suggested, and to be honest…
It felt good.

image by the man.. Saudek

fantasy / words.. bhp

choice cuts # 8

Aroused
by
Tom Vek
one of many solid tunes on this long awaited and much anticipated follow up album.
i think he delivers, in his own unique way.
but you be the judge. x

yet another slice of bhp..

An hour later the effects had trickled in nicely. Meet me in the darkest corner, I'll be there.

Listen to the man..

All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.

Anatole France
french poet, journo...  

An exercise in division
And acceptance

It’s not about us anymore, she said. At first the words didn’t quite hit the mark. But now, a day later they are ringing in my ears. It’s not about us. She’s well past believing in anything that I have to offer. She’s trying to tell me that she has found another, or atleast needs to free herself from me in such a way that she can. It’s not about us anymore. It’s all about her. She has no need or wish or want of me, and it’s her gentle way of helping me see. It’s all about me. If I'm to ever raise myself in my own estimations, I must let her be. The only thing left to do is leave. 

an excerpt from my diary