Saturday, March 5, 2011
bound female
I wanted to sleep with Dave, is that selfish?
Dave just left. But before he left, he was at least holding me... his arm was around me, while my head was in his lap. Katherine texted me that she missed me more than she missed K. With a smiley face. So it was true, but also not true. She does miss me more- not surprising, we went to the same school, she would never have met K if not for me, but at the same time, we were all roomies, it's not something that she's going to call blatant favorites on. Except the fact that she texted me right after she talked to Dave tonight probably means it is true. I do want to sleep with Dave. And I'm aware that is mildly unacceptable given current social mores, since he's my roommate's ex, our good friend, my good friend. He used to always call me first, and call only me, until I started not answering my phone. This alone is good enough reason to start answering my phone again. He's attracted to me, but not hugely so. Not to the point where he's going to risk our friendship. Or risk rocking the boat with me and K, because as it stands right now, every time he's in the city, he calls us, no matter how late it is.
I'm in a Placebo kind of mood tonight. Hence the name of the blog. I love them. They're a fantastic band. But I don't love all of them, only about seven songs, total. Of their entire creation. Maybe only five. Doesn't matter though.
I can still almost feel Dave's arm across my ribs, just under my breasts. A simple, loving but not sexual touch. I think I'm just primed for touch, at this point. I keep looking for girl-porn, but it is few and far between. Almost non-existant. Not completely, it does exist, but nearly. I love erotica, which is to say, written stories about sexual encounters, romantic or not. However, while those are fairly copious, and they are clearly porn, when I say I'm looking for porn, those are not what I mean. Which is weird, I suppose. But I mean I'm looking for something visual. Video or image. So I'm going to post images.
I'm in a Placebo kind of mood tonight. Hence the name of the blog. I love them. They're a fantastic band. But I don't love all of them, only about seven songs, total. Of their entire creation. Maybe only five. Doesn't matter though.
I can still almost feel Dave's arm across my ribs, just under my breasts. A simple, loving but not sexual touch. I think I'm just primed for touch, at this point. I keep looking for girl-porn, but it is few and far between. Almost non-existant. Not completely, it does exist, but nearly. I love erotica, which is to say, written stories about sexual encounters, romantic or not. However, while those are fairly copious, and they are clearly porn, when I say I'm looking for porn, those are not what I mean. Which is weird, I suppose. But I mean I'm looking for something visual. Video or image. So I'm going to post images.
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