Another seven words for you. And me over here waiting for the dark possession, whether it is my beast or just coffee.
I was thinking about coffee this morning. i was being lazy and decided to prioritize that over my first morning pee. Not a bad decision today.
I love coffee even though sometimes my gut and esophagus say we should break up. I can’t imagine ever leaving.
To be honest, I post nude pics online. One or two of the groups I am in is geared around coffee. I took a really lazy pic this morning. Most of the times like today, I throw up my iphone and snap a quick pic. I am no photographer. I may play around with the settings on my phone to get a nice B&W, but that is about it.
I am also no exhibitionist either. I sometimes get disappointed on Fet because the kink seems to be buried. Writings tend to get pushed down for the photos, and most photos on there do not depict actual kink topics. There are a few that do and a few that use the caption area so well, but the site makes their money off those that crete content for the masses so that is what gets shown.
I don’t shame or question people’s choices on what they share. Everyone should share what they want for themselves. I hate when I see people get pressured by the crowd to perform. It leads to burnout and breaks a lot of the time.
But let’s talk about coffee again. I don’t really date and never have, but if a boy I liked asked me out, I would want it to be to grab a coffee, go walk around, and ramble. Talk about deep stuff. Show me their curiosity for life and for me. Tell our stories.
That is the one thing I missed out on with Daddy. We never had those late night talk on the phone conversations where we both got a chance to open up and talk about something real. Share our truths.
I share so much here and online; I sometimes miss that I haven’t shared it directly with a special person, that someone hasn’t come to me with that curiosity, wanting to dig into me the way I would want to dig into them.
Ok, enough coffee talk for now. Carry on.
