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feelingrisky -> Dragging my heart around (7/1/2007 9:37:14 AM)
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My former dom and I split up late last year but we are still in one another's life. He opted to go nilla, and I would have gone with him if he had asked, but that wasn't in the cards. He found another woman early this year and as far as I know they are still together. I don't ask. Lately he hasn't mentioned her name but that may be because I told him it hurts me when he does that. I know that in the last month he hasn't gone to her place. I am still in love with him. I thought we would be together when his life got sorted out. I waited for years while he sat on the fence waiting for fate to settle his life so he didn't have to. Until I finally got tired of waiting and I was the one to make the move to end things between us. I felt it was time for one of us to do something. I felt as long as I was in his life I felt he had developed a comfort zone that prevented him from making the changes he knew he had to. And after I left, changes started happening rapidly. Then, he found his new gf. In the last few months I have tried to move on. I have gone to a few parties. Had a couple of dates. Flirted shamelessly with lots of men. And men are looking at me again. I see them looking me over as we cross paths. But I can't seem to go further. I am in love and it is so hard to get over that. Anyway, last night he called me at 6:30. He never calls me anymore so it was a surprise. He asked for a small favor, which was nothing at all. He said he might need a ride back to his car so he could move into his new house. I was so happy even though that happy was tainted by the sadness that she would be visiting him rather than I. While I waited to see if he would need me to shuttle him over to his car, the only thing I could think of was how much I wanted to give him his first BJ in the new home. I knew it wasnt likely. Early on he told me he doesn't want to hurt her by fooling around with other women. The fantasy was there though. All I could picture was kneeling before him and unzipping his pants. In the past, I would have wanted to have sex, to play, to kiss, to be touched by him. Now the idea of ME having sex with him is like a hard limit. I don't want him to touch me. In fact the thought of it makes me sick to my stomach. But I still want to touch him. I still want to feel my lips around his cock. I still want to taste his jism on my lips and tongue. I know it's not going to happen. I know it shouldn't happen. But when I see him it is all I want to do. So here it is Sunday. As it turned out he didn't need the ride. Part of me was relieved by that and the other part is today. Dragging my heart around. I want to get over him but it has been so difficult. How do you get over something that was part of your life for years? How do you move beyond the hope and find a safe place to rest? So far, flirting, looking, ect., has just felt empty for me, even though it gives me a small burst of confidence. Risky
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