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Happy New Year to my LesbianPersonals family.
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Posted:Jan 10, 2016 5:20 am
Last Updated:Jan 12, 2016 1:19 pm
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Yes it's 10 days into 2016 and this is my first post. I know, I know. I am slow on the draw. Lol.
I have missed my fans so much. My life is going at a high rate of speed but I am hanging in there. Sometimes that’s all you can do.
I started 2016, still separated and pushing onto the big “D”.
My seem to have adjusted but me....well, I am feeling somewhat overwhelmed. At times I look back (which I should not do) and get mad at myself for not leaving sooner. There was not a reason for me to have stayed longer than I did but I am loyal and optimistic. I try not to judge myself to harshly. I am much happier now. A little less stress. ; just a little.
I have failed at many things in my life but that never stopped me from trying again. But marriage. AGAIN??? I do not know if I will ever be ready for that again. When a close friend asked me that same question, I actually stopped to think long and hard. I have been approached by some old lovers with the subject of marriage. I think we all know that sex can affect your judgement at times. I have been there many times over. TRUST ME. There is a funny story behind that, most that know me personally know the story very well. Going back subject of marriage; I just don’t know if I will get there again.
Sex. Well, come on. I will always love sex. I have good days and I have not so good days. I will not have sex with every guy that hits me. That’s just not me.
I would like to say Cinn is back 100% but I just can’t at this moment.
As always, I have been bad and rightfully so. I am Bad Cinn damn it !!!!! Lol.You know she is ALWAYS here with me and Good Cinn.
I will share story throughout 2016 the things that are shaping my life. Treat me rough but hold me tight.
I sure hope I get some cock tonight........
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Change
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Posted:Nov 8, 2015 8:27 pm
Last Updated:Aug 26, 2018 7:45 pm
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What does it mean to actually change? Not to walk down the same path after memorizing the steps, the smell of the flowers, the way the sun shines on you...all gone. Now you stand alone staring up at the moon. Your current path is covered with weeds. No flowers grow here. You start a river of tears fighting through the pain, the misery, the uncertainty. There are no winners in this battle.
Every day is heavier than the previous one because I don’t know what to expect. When we decided to call it quits, it wasn’t an easy decision; it never is. The mental scars are still fresh. Our suffer everyday we can’t speak to each other. So we work hard at placing our differences aside. We grew apart many years ago but I made a bridge to cross because family is important to me. It was one cold day where he wore a coat and I stood there freezing, I noticed then that I was the only one using the bridge. I think that was the exact moment that my heart froze. I never recovered. Shortly afterwards it was decided that it was time to call it.
I am not me as I type. I am the wife, mother, , aunt, and friend that tried hard to fix that which was broken. There wasn’t enough crazy glue to hold it together. I lost. He lost. We all lost. No one is to blame. It is what it is. There is no happily ever after here. It’s starting to sink in now. Some days are good some days aren’t. Some days I want to be Cinn and some days I don’t. Some days I want to have meaningless sex, some days I just want to be held tight while I cry myself to sleep. I have no regrets OR hate in my heart. Adjusting has been difficult for all of us.
The separation (and soon divorce), the single income, the housing, and the most painful for the youngest one.....the holidays; deciding whom to spend the holidays with mommy or daddy. This is the first time we all will celebrate the holidays separately. Bad timing? Perhaps. Thanksgiving & New Years with one parent and Christmas with the other.
Change. One word that move things around in your life. Is it really necessary to change in order to heal? Is change a bad word? Does change make it easier to accept the things in life that you can’t........change?
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The Ride – Cinnamon’s Twist
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Posted:Oct 24, 2015 8:46 pm
Last Updated:Jan 25, 2016 9:06 pm
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You don’t know me. Not the real me. What you see here is just a glimpse into my life. I am dangerous to those near me. Look at you. You desire me and I want to fuck you badly. Patience Cinn. Don’t let that pussy and ass get you into trouble again. Your mouth alone causes you to get spanked. Fuck!! I enjoy that. Tied up and fucked over and over. Yessss. Use my pussy PLEASE.
For most of my life I thought I was an outcast. Most women are not like me and I don’t give a fuck.
I talk about sex so much because I love it. I fantasize about using a man for my needs as I wish and when I wish. Just don’t talk to me, handle me damn it. Listen!! Let me whisper into your ear and tell you how bad this pussy is. The ones that have fucked me know.... I like it rough, deep, hard and dirty. Command this bitch, if you can. If not, walk and get the hell out the way.
It always starts with the pictures and videos. Next it’s the meet & greet and me teasing youuuu. Then we’re fucking when I’m ready not YOU. It’s about ME and my needs. I can care less about your needs, wants and desires. Take a number and sit down. Do as I tell you. Maybe you will lick my pussy before I tell you like should. Maybe I will suck your dick because I’m hungry for your cum. Mmmmm....that sweet cum. Let it ooze out of my mouth onto my tits. Watch me lick it off and spit it back on my tits.
Let’s be clear. I am a selfish bitch. I want your dick when I want it and not when you’re ready to fuck me. Stop acting like a boy and be a man. Handle me in the bedroom or don’t handle me at all.
I don’t obey you because I don’t want to. I play with my pussy in front you and watch you get mad. I laugh as you grab my hands and force them over my head. You push my legs up and fuck me until I’m squirting uncontrollably. All the while looking into my eyes and claiming my pussy. I close my eyes and get lost in ecstasy. You find me and whisper for me to open my eyes. I can’t stop screaming but open my eyes again to see the look. Mmmmm... That look in your eyes. You don’t know how you got here so fast. But you realize you’re in trouble. I got you now and I’m not letting go. Wel-cum to the Twist.....Cinnamon’s Twist...... enjoy the ride sir.
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Anal sex, help me to prepare.....
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Posted:Oct 13, 2015 11:29 am
Last Updated:Jun 21, 2021 5:20 am
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Well people, it’s been a while for this gal but I am ready to have anal sex again. I can’t wait to re-experience the pleasure of such a delight. It’s been a whopping 18 months. I am tight and my partner knows he will have to put in some work.
This picture is still accurate so my hole is not much tighter than that.
I don’t think much has changed but maybe one or two of you have some advice on the preparation of anal sex for an old girl like me.
What are some of the things that you do to prepare for anal sex?
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Is Bad Cinn a true Slut? Super Soaker Vid
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Posted:Sep 12, 2015 6:52 am
Last Updated:Jun 21, 2021 5:20 am
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I will tell you the truth because saying it is much easier than recalling a lie. I will not make any excuses for who I am. I love sex. I was told several times that I am wild. But I don’t show that side of myself immediately so how can they tell? I never understood that but I will accept it and move on.
One weekend I fucked three different men. All had impressive cocks....I was horny as fuck.
The first one, I met on chat. We start fucking months later. Both of us had complicated home lives. The sex between was always hot. He started my weekend off with all day sex. We didn’t think about taking any videos until the end. He had such an appetite for me as I did him. The way he stood above me and jerked off on my face. Mmmmm. I missed the taste of cum as it drips down into my mouth. I can be very nasty and dirty at times. That’s just another side of Bad Cinn.
Afterwards, I was still horny and wanted more cock. Made some calls. The next one was young. I loved sucking on his cock. So big and hard. When he fucked me, my pussy was in heaven. He loved the way it felt ....so tight and juicy. But he loved me sucking his dick more. Bad Cinn is a very greedy bitch.
He left and I was still horny as fuck. My pussy needed some abuse. I called another lover who was on his way to a party with friends. I knew that meant no cock for me. I begged for his cock. He said he would try...but we both knew we would be fucking that night...Cat and mouse. Lol.Had some wine and waited for him. I tortured my pussy knowing that he will be the one benefiting from the results.
(This is how I playful I am.)
I wanted him because he was relentless on my pussy every time we fucked. Like animals. The greediness we shared with each it other, priceless. I got the text...”Pulling up now. What is the room now again” Gave it to him and open the door. There I stood behind the door against the wall when he walked in. I tried to walk away but he pushed me back up against the wall. It started there. Fingered that dirty pussy. Treated me like a slut. Grab me by my hair. Switched positions fast. He fucked me without mercy all night and morning. He knew what I needed and I was actually exhausted before he finished. I could barely ride his cock. He destroyed my pussy. While we were laying next to each other, him knowing my situation, asked me to leave with him. A part of me wanted to but I couldn’t do it. We were perfect for each other. There is not a day that goes by that I don’t miss him. He brought out the dirtiest part of Bad Cinn every time we fucked.
He used to fuck me just like this.
I thought about these times and wondered if Bad Cinn still exist especially with all the shit that I am going through now in my life. I am under so much stress it’s unbelievable. I know she’s there because I still do naughty things....like flirt with short dresses and wear no panties. Play with my pussy in a packed park or even at a stop light. None of that has changed. My fucking has slowed down a lot . You know safety and all.
During this time, one of my favorite cocks was being an asshole. What a fucking dick I thought. I just wanted to fuck nothing more. I figure we could solve the problem afterwards. Fuck first, solve the problem after we cum a few times. Simple, right? I know I know....I have a one track mind. I just like fucking....I can’t help it. Once I'm in a committed relationship again, my partner will never have to worry about me withholding sex. *(Let’s put an asterisk here shall we? It does depend on how severe the issue is. If his ass does something real stupid then he’s done for good. No second chances. He will know the rules upfront. I am easy not stupid.) I will fuck him while he is mad at me or while I am mad at him. Even he comes home upset with me. I will be waiting on my knees to suck his cock while he yells at me. I will be his sex toy to use as he pleases. There I go again. Off the rails. Geez Cinn! Get your shit together girl. Where was I?
Oh yeahhh..... Mister I am not fucking you right now because I am pissed with you. Nevertheless, he wasn’t going for that so I made a call for some cock. Fucked the new cock for a few hours, than he called me to come to him. I left and was late on purpose arriving with no panties on still leaking cum. He placed me across his knee and spanked me. I liked that. We kissed and made up all night and morning long.
I enjoy being disobedient, let me open the door for you and take you on my previous journeys. Sit down and you tell me. Is Bad Cinn a true slut?
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Selfish bitch
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Posted:May 16, 2015 10:22 pm
Last Updated:Sep 18, 2015 5:14 am
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Take a deep breath and follow me if you can........
Here I am in a few words...I am a selfish playful bitch, that can be spoiled at times who happens to be horny as hell and enjoys fucking every day if possible. Think about it then move on.
Let’s piggy back on the previous post, shall we? I drove my partners crazy with lust and they were often perplexed by my behavior.
I am very passionate during sex. The way I look into their eyes.....I do consume my lovers and it’s my fault but I can’t control that side of me. My mind brings my body to my lovers and they drown in my passion. Together we go deep and they lose every time.
It’s my voice and my giggles that set the playful mood. I love doing both which brings them closer to me and my personality. I am comfortable around them but my guards never fall down. In that moment ....at that time....I want to be theirs as long as time slows down for the sexual exploration but let’s be honest....you know me....I want it first.......if it happens for them.....great ......if not....oh well.
Maybe I should be much nicer....Maybe I don’t care.....Maybe I should show some love.....Maybe I should be angry.....Maybe I will wear panties....Maybe I will ride that cock hard first and dare him to touch me....Maybe I will stroke the back of his neck as I stare into his eyes...Maybe I will behave and be tamed by his cock....Lol.....Yeah I don't REALLY believe that one either.....Sounds interesting though.
Perhaps I should apologize for my actions toward my lover...Should I leave an apology note for my actions?....Hmmm....
To my lover:
I will not apologize for loving your cock and riding it like I own it. Besides it tastes good and feels great inside my wet pussy. I will not apologize for enjoying my ass spanked and being treated like a slut. I will not apologize for masturbating in front of you and squirting in your face. I will not apologize for telling you to kiss my ass as I shove it in your face. I will not apologize for soaking your bed. I will not apologize for wanting to fuck you every day then leaving without a word. I will not apologize for not calling you until I want you again. I will not apologize for being greedy when I am with you. I will not apologize for kissing you slowly. I will not apologize for teasing you. I will not apologize.....I will not apologize.....I will not apologize.....UNLESS......you fuck me into submission.....SOOOOO.....I feel pretty safe saying this.....Doubt that will happen......I guess I will remain this Selfish bitch....
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Fuck you Cinn or whoever the hell you are.....
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Posted:May 15, 2015 9:13 pm
Last Updated:Jul 20, 2015 9:18 pm
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Yeah....These past few months I don’t know who the fuck I am any longer. I want to fuck all the time without talking much. Just cut to the chase. After sex....I don’t want to communicate with my partner until I am ready to fuck again which is instantly.
Let me share an encounter. He was much taller than I and very shy to the touch. We both knew that we would be fucking that night but teasing is my thing. My favorite bottle of wine and his drink of choice. Candles lit the way.
I like when a man doesn’t know how to start me up. I am ready to go all the time....... but trying looks soo sexy on an innocent man.
Started in the kitchen but on the bed I sat. The alcohol took me fast but not as fast as him. He was eager to see what was under my pants. He could not wait. I laughed as he pulled my pants off fast, then to my panties. He felt my wetness immediately. My pulse raced for his cock. He rubbed my pussy nervously which made my hips move faster. I thrust my hips up hard so he knew that I wasn’t waiting long for that cock...fuck me baby I begged.....he grabbed a condom and forced that cock in deep and hard. His body shook and slow was his speed of choice. FUCKED THAT!!!! I wanted to fuck not make love. So I took over and threw my pussy up on him. Bouncing hard on that cock. Listening to him moan. Fuck girl......you got some good pussy. Shut the fuck up I thought as I fucked him harder and harder....the bed shook from my aggressive behavior. Let’s sweat and fuck like we never had before. Tame me baby if you can... . He watched my pussy cream as I fucked him harder and harder.....Listening to him tell me how bad I am....I didn’t want to hear that.....switched positions.....on my knees. Silly fucker.....I will back my ass up on him without mercy......I let him get comfortable....then Bad Cinn was fucking loose again.....Pushing back up on his cock and spreading wide....priceless....he begged me to go slowly or he would cum fast....he wanted to control me.....Ok I thought......Let him have his moment. He spread my cheeks while fucking me slowly.....after a few minutes I wanted to cum.....so Bad Cinn took the rings.....and went in for the ride......bouncing while he stood still, trying to fight the urge to cum quickly.....begging me to slow down....I laughed and thought hell know.....fuck your needs....I want to make you cum with me baby....Now.....Cum for me you dirty boy.....As luck would have it.......he came first and I came right after .Watching him trying to control his breathing as I smirked. He turned to me and said “ You are one bad ass bitch. Yeah....you got some good pussy. Where you trying hurt me?” I laughed. I’m sorry baby. I’m just horny. I love to fuck. I see he said. Mmmmmm.......Here is where it was bad. I only called him for sex. I didn’t want to chat. I didn’t want to go out. It was all about his cock. No others. I was honest about my intentions from the start but he wanted more (typical I thought). I didn’t want to fuck multiple partners, I just wanted to fuck whenever I wanted to....hell we didn’t even have to be friends....He never met a woman like me and he was pissed that he couldn’t tie me down. Another one that never knew about Cinn....just me.....His last text message to me (which I deserved)...Fuck you.....
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Happy birth month to me
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Posted:Mar 1, 2015 12:24 pm
Last Updated:Mar 17, 2015 7:27 pm
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Did you miss me? Maybe you did a little or maybe you did not at all. I miss me; Bad Cinn that is. I have fallen in love with a part of myself that is very dangerous to those who refuse to leave me alone. I have warned them that I am extremely erotic and none have listened. Let me explain.
This one....a former lover.....he can out think me in the bedroom but I can out fuck his mind. He knows this and struggles with keeping me satisfied all the time. I do not understand why he worries. He has always kept my attention since day one. When he’s ready for me to be at his side.....I will leave without a word.
This next one....one from here.....He....Hmm....Well let’s just say, tons of people talk about what they can do. Some can and some can’t. I do not exaggerate. I am not sure what he thought before meeting me. I know we talked and chatted for a while about various things. He pursued me faster and harder than most. My schedule was a challenge but finally a day to play. We spent one night together. Sex was incredible. I would have to say, early morning sex was the best. I left that bed a soaking mess. His text to me later..... You are the real thing. I laughed because, I guess he did not believe me.
What you all do not know, is that I can be a handful at times. Let’s talk about these two.....
My more than 9. Mmmmmm. Licking my lips....He TRULY is more than 9 inches. OMG....He did not know what to do with me. See I love sucking dick and being very naughty in the bedroom is my specialty. Nothing is hotter to me than breaking a very confident man and using his body slowly for my needs. Twisting him into knots. Watching him trying to determine how he lost control and I knowing that he never had it AT ALL. What a silly man. But me being me.....Bad Cinn.......I decided to throw that bit of news out to him. Determined to prove me wrong; he teased me and I teased him back. Then we gave in together.... My panties were soaked when I arrived. He had company but that didn’t stop us. In the bedroom , holding onto his bedpost thinking about how badly I wanted to fuck him. Once we started nothing stopped us but time. We both had work in the next few hours. My eyes captivated him and his love of me made me nervous. I was not sure if I was ready to be loved by anyone.....Maybe I do not deserve love. Who could ever love me?
Now him....the personal trainer.....I watched him from a distance. We both sneaking looks. Checking each other out here and there. We did a meet. You could have felt the energy immediately. I wanted to see how he would react once I touched him. He did not jump or move away. Our eyes meet and I smiled. He is a very dominate man and speaks his mind. He gave me a serious tongue lashing about a variety of things. Again, the struggle of taming me. Our times together were very electric. I am a greedy sucker.....and I love to ride at times.....He appreciated my body as much as I appreciated his....the thirst was very strong. He is ready to punish me. I drive him crazy and I know it. The way he described me was shocking....I am his cinnamon brown and yet he does not know me as Cinnamon, how funny is that. Beautiful, tall and the best sex he has ever had. I think he got that wrong. Nevertheless, he was extremely fun.
Here I sit, wondering......What will I do this month? My birth month. Do I play again with them? Or seek someone new? I am stressed, horny but not stupid. March might be wide open but my legs are not. I am singing Happy birth month to me.
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What I desire....
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Posted:Jan 11, 2015 10:28 pm
Last Updated:Aug 29, 2015 4:16 am
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Happy New Year my friends!!
This is my first post for 2015. I have been lost and I still remain unfound. 2014 left a hole in my heart. My thoughts are all over the place. I loathe being in love and everything that being in love stands for...Yuck....I close my eyes and shed a tear or two for being in love is no longer special to me....How did I get here? I don’t know. This path I am traveling is a lonely one. Many before I have taken the same path time and time again.
I used to believe in love. Now.....Now.....I do not know if it really exist like I remember. I recall the gentle kisses down my back.....the way the sun shined when a man that loved me called my name.....the way my heart skipped a beat.....how my nipples harden just from him blowing and kissing on them....or the how wet I became from the thought of him taking me for his own needs.....
I still have the fire, the passion, the needs, the wants, the desire to expose Bad Cinn for the slut she is but I just don’t believe in love any longer. It’s a fucking joke. Was it he or I that made me despise being in love? I do not blame him. I blame myself for believing in such a silly thing. I once thought that being in love was a wonderful feeling...now I know that was bullshit. Listening to love songs....I laugh and think...does anyone believe in being in love?
Of course, some deserve it. ....as they should ....But I.......I am not sure if I ever deserve the right to be in love again. I realize love lurks and waits to be embraced. It wants to be needed, used, appreciated and desired but....is that what I desire?
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Is there a WONDERLAND for me?
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Posted:Nov 25, 2014 4:46 am
Last Updated:Jan 9, 2015 9:03 pm
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My next few posts are as real as I can get to how I am feeling. Please be mindful of that when you read them.
I’ve been away for a while now and a lot has transpired from then to now. I am not even the same. My heart seems less full and my passion driven ONLY for Bad & Good Cinn. This started as a painful journey. One in which, I started with a friend but lost him along the way. Then it was the Wizard (someone from my past). He & I have been friends for over 20 years. During that time we argued, made love, disagreed, made love, were jealous, made love, grieved, made love and other stuff. He is one of my closest friends. I believe we remained friends for so long because we were always honest with each other. I truly love him. Yet I was a bitch towards him; for no reason. I was hurting and he knew it. I tried to cut ties with him and he would not allow it. I ran and hid from him but he found me. I rejected his calls and he called me at home & work. I tried to bring clouds to shield me and he was a strong ray of sunshine. Such a terrific man but the two of us where never meant to be in a serious relationship. He is my friend. I love him but I am not IN love with him. I miss my other friend I lost along the way.
So here I was, soaking from this pain and out with female friends. I was there but I wasn’t there if you understand what I’m saying. I reached for my glass of wine for my third sip. Then came the questions. I strongly dislike their questions. What happened to the new guy? Answered that question. Why aren’t you seeing someone new? Do you want me to hook you up with someone? Are you depressed? Want to go away next month? OMG. I polished off that glass in no time flat then took theirs. I didn’t want to face anything at the moment. I just wanted to deal with my current situation then relax. I was tensed as fuck.
When I played with my more than 9 friend...let’s call him Jim; okay? I just wanted to fuck Jim (well if you read the story, he fucked me sooo....yah). Jim wanted a relationship and I didn’t. I just wanted sex. No connection just sex...fucking...whatever you want to call it. Jim did not know everything about my situation. I just did not want to talk about it. He was willing to be my play thing and take pictures, videos or whatever I desired. He was falling in love with me and to be honest; I didn’t desire love....not now. Admitting that to my friends was very painful. One was encouraging me to keep sleeping with Jim while the other one was discouraging me from seeing Jim any longer. I wanted the sex just not the relationship. Why was that so damn complicated???? Some men do it all the time. To hear someone tell you how beautiful you are, how good it feels to be inside you, to caress you, to appreciate you, kiss you with such passion and to look at you with admiration yet to treat you like slut and show your body no mercy....I enjoyed it.....I just didn’t want the relationship right now. That pushed him away from me. I deserved that push. I was numb and despised that thing we call love. I knew somewhere he was hurting but I wasn’t. What was wrong with me? I never felt like that before. I changed during that time. I needed to apologize for my actions as that was not me. Nevertheless, here I was admitting this to my friends and listening to their advice. Suck it up sillyass Cinn. You talk too much.
Right on the heel of this was (one of my friends) Perfect Patty’s ( of course this was not her real name people...come on)tale of her Prince Charming from a different dating site. She was radiant and full of details...Lots and lots of details. Listening to her....I caught it immediately. Something that sounded very odd. I wanted to question the comment he made to her during one of their rendezvous but it wasn’t my business and she seemed rather happy....and in LOVE. YUCK. Double YUCK. Let’s fast forward. He wasn’t the prince she thought he was...He was fucking other women. The way she found out is not important. My friend was devastated. I did not have all the words but I felt pity for her. She loved this man and he made her believe he loved her too. I paused to give thought about my own situation. Was I doing this to Jim? No, I thought. I never professed my love to Jim. I cared about him but I didn’t love him and I would never lead anyone to be believe that I loved them this unless I truly did. I understood my situation with Jim at that moment. Continuing to have sex with Jim would cause more pain to him and I; eventually. I was selfish. I wanted the sex. I tried to find reasons to keep it going but I always arrived at the same conclusion. End it Cinn.
Going back to my friend’s situation, maybe you might say she was too old to believe that someone from a dating site could find true love but many people have....some wonderful bloggers on here have. So why was it hard to believe? I understood how she fell down that hole. People want to believe that there is someone out there for them. Most of us want love, need love, desire love. I remember how it felt to have someone love me but I did not deserve love right now in my life. I do not want love to find me or touch me. I need to deal with my pain first. Here I am....seeing myself as Alice. Run away Alice. Do not fall down that hole called Love. There is NO such thing as a WONDERLAND for you.
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