I know you're out there.
I'm not mad.
I'm glad you're there.
I see your footprints and I feel reassured.
You didn't forget me.
You had faith.
You kept coming by until I came back.
Or else you're new here.
You stumbled onto the edge of the glade.
You heard me singing to myself and hid behind the tree to listen.
It's OK. I'm shy - and a bit of an exhibitionist. I pitch my singing just loud enough to be heard beyond the edge of the glade. So I'm glad you heard. I'm glad you stayed around to listen. To try to decipher what the hell I'm singing about. You even put up with my tears.
But everything comes at a price.
For old friends and new ones.
For the peeping toms, too,
directed to me by a perverted Google search.
So here's the price you have to pay.
Step out from behind the tree.
Admit that you're here.
You don't have to offer admiration.
Tell me I suck if that's the way you feel.
(I do suck, you know.
I suck cock.
I'm really very good at sucking cock.
I'm even learning to take it down my throat.
He's been training me.
He says I'm his good girl.
So sometimes I take it down.
And sometimes he shoves it down.
He shoved it down.
I'd never felt anything like that before.
He was very pleased.
And that's what it's all about, isn't it?
Giving him - everything.)
Now we all know I'm not big on participating in kinky community activities. But I do get into this one. Which one? Oh right. I didn't say. It's Love Our Lurkers Day. Courtesy of Bonnie of My Bottom Smarts. Do check out her blog, as a small thank you for her efforts in making this day possible. And check out the list of other participating disreputable bloggers. You might come across some others that catch your fancy. Or, to be blunt, who turn you on. Just don't leave me for one of them, OK? I have a very strong fear of rejection...