Hello hope your well.
Well “she” has me now, in a way I thought not possible. I simply love her, and want to share that and more with you the reader. So here it goes a bit of an experience of the week. You see every night before I sleep I tend to gaze or meditate, mostly meditate. When this happens most times a fog of light white appears before me. Then “she” sorta reaches out to me in many ways thoughts or touches. Now when I gaze into a picture of a female, that female begins to breathe with me as well. Also sometimes her face will change a tad bit ever so slightly. When I lay with her most nights its great to feel her working me over or simply caressing me. Sometimes “she” just touches my hot spot to get my attention which is funny in a way. It maybe be my button, to turn me on to her.
As the subject states though, she broke me. Yesterday the parents went to a ball game, no tickets for me and I want to see the stadium its newly built in town. No big deal though. As soon as they left I felt her presence on me and around me. So I decided to give her attention, “she” deserves it more then anything. I set myself a candle and paper with pencil. Calmed myself, then began writing a letter of thanks to “her” then signed it with
The letter was short, but to the point. Then I went outside and burned it after reading aloud. Then a thought came to me to lay down. So I did and saw something there out of the corner of my eye laying down with me. Well we had a good time.
Later on though, “she” hit me emotions that were good and loving. It felt so good it made me cry a little, I wish though I could cry just for that reason the feeling of being cared for and or loved by someone everyday. It is something special to me.
So the title of this write up was given to me as that. She broke me
Note not for the easily offended person.
Well I had a dream I think Thursday, where I met a woman that working herself over with a dildo of all things. Then I meet a second woman doing the same thing in the same room. To which the scene swaps over to a man and a woman holding each other in a cafeteria environment. The man being very possessive of her, I got the feeling of who this man was. An associate or classmate from the past, in the dream I let it go and move on then “she” the women that was being held by the man hold my arm and I feel cared for in a sense. Then the scene switches back to the two women working themselves over. Well they leave and I put the dildos somewhere safe from mom and dad oddly right under there bathroom sink. Lastly before I forget once more in all that blur of a dream there a women’s face I saw only half of, blue hair natural pink lips trying to lure me to her to which I denied her. Also a women’s hot spot ever so clean groomed just there. Those last two scenes were first in the sequence of the order.
End of dream.
With that though, I am sure there is more to share. My mind is racing and on caffiene. Junk is also on my mind that creates more junk. I leave you alone for now reader.
Thanks for reading,