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heretherebedork · 1 year
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Sometimes, an adult relationship is about changing yourself and the person you love changing and finding a compromise and a life together. Sometimes, staying exactly the same doesn't work and you need to find another way to approach a problem.
Army has chosen to change for Joe. He understands his preference to not have penetrative sex and to find pleasure in the rest of their activities instead as well as finding the romance in not going to the club.
Army is asking too much of Joe to ask him to give up his career to come out of the closet but Joe declaring that he won't change and choosing instead to stay in the closet for his career isn't a heroic move either.
If they love each other, they need to find a space between what they both want, whether it's being totally in the closet to protect his coaching career or being out and proud like Army would prefer.
Army isn't perfect and he's asking a lot of Joe but Joe isn't perfect either and his one foot in, one foot out approach to their relationship isn't fair to either of them.
I don't know how this will resolve but it's not going to be simple. There's so much going on, so many layers, so much old pain and new pain and fears that span a decade.
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doggerell · 3 months
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I WAS LAMENTING ABT A MINDNUMBINGLY HORNY POST ON MY DASH THAT I CANNOT POSSIBLY REBLOG TO MY PARTNER AND ALL THE WHILE HE WAS DOING HIS TAXESSSSS
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6catsandanerdo · 4 months
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I keep saying "It's ok" but deep down it's not ok, it's not ok at all, and I'm afraid I'd lose my loved ones if I start saying "It's not ok".
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Infidelity PT 2
“Don’t worry.” I whisper loud enough for both to hear. “He’s only here to watch.” I say making eye contact with my husband right before I look back up at the man and kiss him. The man smirks and wraps his arms around my waist pulling me closer to his body. Our lips press against each others for a moment before we pull away. Over and over. Until he licks my bottom lip asking permission to enter. I grant it and open my mouth letting his tongue slide inside. His hot breath tingles me in between my legs. His hands make the journey from my waist to my back and eventually to my hair. He moans in my mouth as I take the control of our kissing wrapping my tongue around his. I lick his tongue breathing heavily at the overwhelming taste of his mouth. He slips his hand in between my legs and rubs my lips over my panties. It doesn’t take long for my panties to dampen as a response to his touch. His strong fingers rub me so gently without guidance. He carries on with such confidence and determination. I move my hand up and rub his hardness over his dress pants. He groans and thrusts his hips forward once to press himself against the palm of my hand. I tilt my head back and moan as he slips his hand into my panties and going straight to the center of me. He buries his face in my neck and gently bites at my throat. I open my eyes and lock the gaze with my husband’s. His face is full of sorrow and his eyes are wet with unfallen tears. I smirk at him and remain eye contact as I take the man’s cock out and stroke it bare. The man moans and starts to thrust in my hand. He’s so thick and so long my mouth is watering at the thought of him being inside me. We pull away from each other only to frantically disrobe one another. He throws my naked body on the bed and spreads my legs instantly loosing his head in between them. His flat tongue against my excited clit and soaking wet opening causes me to arch my back and moan. He focuses on my clit licking fast and just the right amount of roughness. My pussy tightens at the feeling. He’s doing all the right things. He’s licking all the right spots. I moan loudly again as I feel his arm wrap around my thigh and hold it tight. Fast small circles on my clit. I can’t help but start to buck my hips. He instantly uses his free arm to hold my hips down. I whine out at the restriction. I feel the overwhelming feeling of an anticipated release wash over me. He can sense it and that is all the motivation he needs to keep going. He groans and pants into my volva making my legs shake. I cum and arch my back entirely and scream in pleasure. I feel him smirk against my lips as he fucks me with his tongue. My toes start to curl and I grip the sheets.
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mikahli · 5 months
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Life's Been Good
But it has been a bit lonely.
In a new city trying to make friends
With folks that said they were interested
Just to ghost me. Unresponsive.
It just makes me upset.
Because I'm doing all this effort to reach out
To plan get togethers and overall pouring into these new relationships
But little to no effort on their side.
Yesterday I was just thinking how many folks in my past didn't really like me.
They just liked what I could do for them.
Sex, Finances, Resources, Connection,
A listening ear, someone who cared.
Will anyone care enough but make the effort the way I am making the effort?
To get to know that I randomly sing when I'm comfortable around you but get shy when someone sings to me.
To know that I drive barefoot because I feel like I can control the car better.
To watch Midsomer Murders with me and chill on the couch
To wipe my tears when I cry to cute human interest reels/videos on social media.
To help me calm down when life gets overstimulating and overwhelming
I have so much love to give.
I want to connect, have great conversations, collaborate on beautiful experiences, and nurture amazing relationships.
In the past, I've given so much love to folks who didn't give me much back if not any back.
So yes, this time I'm being picky and I'm not giving 50-11 chances.
It's just disappointing.
Especially from those who initiated and committed to this process.
I remember that it took me a long time to develop great friends in Baltimore
And it's looking the same way in Philadelphia
It's all good though.
I rather be alone
thriving in my solitude
Than be in some bullshit.
I just wish I had more human connection.
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aaaaamaken · 11 months
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Today's affirmation:
I am capable of cultivating my own peace by crossing out what doesn't reciprocate in the same warmth and effort.
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stljedi · 5 months
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Madagascar
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your-rose-highness · 5 months
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The Reunion
I'm taking a chance. I'm collecting those shrooms under the decomposing trees, digging profusely till I discover the psychedelic that is you.
Another sunrise, another sunset, with your name, another instance of melting in the molten orange rivers of your arms, another longing at dusk.
the darkness thins; And I rise from the midnight blues, To be delighted to find your lips on mine.
Hope ignites in me, I find kin; I see red. I see an ocean of longing once again.
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theesotericecho · 9 days
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The Upside of Maturity: It’s Not as Bad as They Say
Written by David Sawin 4/20/2024 Remember when being a grown-up seemed like the absolute worst? Rules, vegetables, zero time for cartoons… the horror! But here’s the thing: somewhere along the line, we traded those kiddie complaints for grown-up ones. Taxes, traffic jams, and the existential dread of Sunday nights — not exactly fun. Yet, the whole “adulthood is overrated” thing might be a big,…
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vizthedatum · 2 months
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The people who love me help me shine bright
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kawaikimochi · 3 months
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relationships masterlist.
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I am writing all of this from my experience and knowledge, it’s my personal truth. Please keep that in mind, before reading.
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❃ ⇾ how to improve your relationship with your siblings .
❃ ⇾ how to heal while living with a narcissistic parent (+ my experience) .
❃ ⇾ what kind of friendships should you allow in your life?
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more will be added as I update.
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nildrohain9 · 5 months
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New Year will not Mean New Me
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Every year seems to go by faster. AND every year brings new adult responsibilities and new fears I will never live up to said adult responsibilities.
Forget Smash Mouth, the years need to STOP COMING FOR A WHILE I CAN'T EVEN.
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kaidatheghostdragon · 4 months
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Crack prompt: Danny has declared war on the curses in Gotham. He is armed with a water balloon gun, but the balloons are full of medical-grade ectoplasm. He targets any location, ghost, or liminal being tainted by curses and/or corrupted ecto - absolutely drenching them before yeeting off again.
This includes the Bats. Danny is smart about it, though. He lived in Gotham for several months before acting, so he could get the lay of the land. He also waits for patrol to be finished before hitting the Bats - he doesn't want to interrupt their Quest to Better Gotham (or be labeled an invader to their haunt).
One night, Danny happens upon Batman patrolling alone and waits for him to finish cleaning up a crime scene before hitting they guy with a half-clip of balloons. Batman gives chase, like he always does, and Danny runs, like he always does. He knows by now that, for whatever reason, Crime Alley is off limits to Batman. The whole alley just gives off "no (other) bats allowed" vibes.
Red hood is just more territorial. Whatever.
At any rate, Danny is enjoying the chase, using just enough ghost powers to stay ahead of batman, almost-but-not-quite taunting him. Crime Alley isn't too far, so instead of turning invisible around a corner like he usually does, he makes his way to the Alley to see if the no-trasspassing rule is enough to stop Batman mid-chase. He leaps across rooftops and weaves through fire escapes, ecto-balloon-gun bouncing by its strap against his back, until finally he's at the border, slightly tapping into flight to make the jump across a slightly wider road into the alley proper.
He turns around immediately, spotting Batman skulking on the rooftop on the other side of the road, stopping the chase and suit half-covered in healing ectoplasm.
"Sanctuary!" Danny yells, pumping his fists in the air from getting caught up in the exciting rush of adrenaline, "I claim sanctuary!"
"Who the fuck is claiming sanctuary in my territory?" Red Hood booms from almost directly behind Danny. He would have yeeted out of his own skin from surprise if he hadn't spent years honing his ghost-fighting instincts. As it was, Danny instead whirled around and emptied the clip of balloons into Hood, purely out of reflex.
Hood stood there, drenched in ecto like his fellow Bat one rooftop over, glaring murder at Danny with glowing eyes. But his haunt betrayed Hood's true emotions.
Surprise, concern, impressed, you-little-brat.
Danny booked it to the fire escape and turned invisible the second he was out of sight.
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aaaaamaken · 11 months
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i care the next time i fall harder.
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How Childhood Trauma Shapes Adult Relationships: My Personal Story
I’m sure you already know that childhood traumas often ends up have long-lasting effects on our lives (including our friendships, romantic relationships, and how we connect/interact with colleague and and co-workers). Now, In this week’s blog post, I will share my personal experience with avoidant/dismissive attachment, and neglect/anxious attachment. Plus, I will also discuss how these traumas…
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your-rose-highness · 6 months
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On companionship
I don't remember when I felt emotions so large and complex as this as I am today. It's great... the feeling of having someone so dear to your heart that you do not even hiccup telling them about how you feel. It is a beautiful feeling when someone looks at you, and you see their eyes that scream the world in you. This man.. reader... has me in a grip so strong, I do not want to get out.
However, all feelings of positiveness are also contrasted in their opposite. The feelings of giddiness come with fear, volatility, and hurt. And I, too, reader... much like everyone else, am worried... that one day... all of this may end.
This man who is pouring so much love into me will leave, leaving me broken and shattered, beyond repair, to begin another round of looking for a companion. What will I do then? What vices should I pick to heal such a broken heart?
The last time my heart was shattered, I cried myself to sleep every night till I became so numb that I wouldn't feel pain. I did not cry for the next two or three years. I was so broken.
In 2021, I felt myself opening to emotions again. I could feel pain; I could feel stronger emotions other than being my robotic self. And now... the fear of being abandoned keeps flashing in front of me.
I still want to jump in deep with him. Love him with all my might. I only have this to offer. The old basics- Love, Respect, Loyalty and more Love.
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