Photo of Dreams

I failed miserably at February Photofest this year. I let tons of stuff come & go. Slacking on my responsibilities of posting here.

I have no reasons why I haven’t continued to post here. I posted photos on my Instagram account. I have some excuses of why I haven’t kept up, too lazy or too inconvenienced to post here. Mostly I had run out of time, being at the bar, with Mr. Sam or just distracted by every day life.

This past week I’ve been fighting a severe cough. Went to the doctor yesterday because I haven’t slept in days because I’ve spent most of the night coughing…a dry hacking non-productive cough.

BUT….I have been able to visit Mr. Sam at least once a week. This is the most recent photo I took this past Sunday evening. I promise, I’ll start filling you in on all the sex adventures.

 

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Spending time behind Bars….

Well….what the fuck?!

Where have you been hiding?

More like who have you been hiding under?

Most of ya’ll should know that Mr. Sam is keep me occupied from my boredom. OH there’s that word. I recently learned in my brief return to therapy or counseling which ever term you prefer to use, that the word boredom is one of my triggers.

I have not learned any solutions – yet. Still working on my homework & research for that.

My Beloved knows how quickly I get bored. How easily I can be distracted as well. Mostly he knows how important it is to be able to just feel the wind on my face & through my hair. Thoughts, ideas and other stuff fill my head. Listening for some answers from the universe. There is only one way I know how to do this. Riding a motorcycle. But the two that he’s bought for me in the past few years just don’t feel as comfortable as I would like my bike to feel.

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Suffering from PTSD from my motorcycle accident I tend to be skittish on my bike. It has to fit good for me now to ease the flashbacks. He located a 2005 Harley Davidson Dyna Super Glide and purchased it for me.

It’s perfect. Well, almost. The seat does spread me, causing me to walk as if I had been fucked every which way. Other than that its great. So Friday when I was supposed to meet up with Mr. Sam I went for a ride, by myself. Did I mention I had been (and still am) sick with a cough due to post nasal drip?

I’m riding every chance I get. Still a bit afraid of the traffic and the flashbacks but I push myself forward. I’m seeking answers for the questions that I really don’t want answers too.

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PS….Thanks to Damon @5150silverback for the riding goggles!!! GO FOLLOW him…he’s an awesome efriend & twitter mate!!!

Shadow Walker

It was late one evening. He knew I am taking photos for February PhotoFest.

“Where’s your phone?”

“Why?”

“I wanna try taking your picture.”

I explained how to use my smartphone camera. He snapped away. Of course I kept moving around a lot, because I really didn’t  want him to take my photo. Sometimes I really hate the way I look, This time was no different. Although I wanted to make it look dark, because of the seediness of it all.

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Having Drinks with Mr. Sam

Sunday night is quieter from the other days, except during football season. But, due to the weather this was a dead Sunday at the dive bar. Mr. Sam must have walked in seconds before I did, he was still taking off his coat. There wasn’t a good place at the bar, so we walked over to the corner booth. It’s a round booth in the corner, tucked away from onlookers.
“Sitting here isn’t going to be obvious, is it?” He said.
“I don’t care. We aren’t doing anything wrong.” I replied.
“Yet…you forgot to say yet.”
I laughed after he said that. We sat there for a few minutes before Astro walked over to turn on the overhead lights and the bar lights. We both looked at each other and smiled.
He walked back to his side of the bar. A few minutes later “Bubbles” walked up to us … “How are you guys doing? Hey, I can’t believe how stupid Charlie is and what he did.”
I didn’t want to be in the dark, but I didn’t understand what she was talking about. I sat there and nodded my head. “Don’t worry no one associates you with him anymore.”
Now that made me kind of nervous, considering what other shit I have heard and been told on the street. “Well, thank heaven for that. We haven’t been together in years. We hung out together these passed through years. You know, Charlie his charming personality, it’s difficult to stay mad at him.”
“I know right. He really is sweet. But a total fuck-up.”
I laughed. We talked about some of our mutual bar friends and life. She got up after she finished her drink with us, walking back to sit at the bar.

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Day 15 of 365

Mr. Sam & I were talking about general stuff, there was never any touching each other. We have tried to keep the status of our relationship a secret, but after last Friday I think it’s a bust. I haven’t even written about that night yet! oh lord.
We stayed until about 10pm. Catching a nice little buzz, we left and headed to his place.

“Are you gonna be brave enough to come inside or you gonna just drop me off?” I’m deciding on the two options I had, “Yes, I’ll go inside with you.”
I knew he lives with his parents who are both suffering from several health issues. I felt like a teenager again being snuck into the house. He held my hand as we walked up the stairs. Opened the door with his name on it, which I laughed. His parents were asleep, and it was so quiet in the house. I stood there as he closed the door behind him. “Do you want water or coffee?”
“Water…I need water.” I answered.
I sat on the end of his bed drinking my bottled water. He sat next to me, we didn’t speak a word. He started to gently caress my arm back and forth. I felt relaxed. He leaned in to kiss me and I kissed him back. We laid back on the bed, moving up on the bed. My boots are hanging off the edge of the bed because I wasn’t taking them off. He rolled over on top of me. We’re still kissing, I feel him grind his hard cock on me over our jeans. Can this really be happening? Are we dry humping? Yes. we are. Inside I’m laughing but on the outside we are kissing hard & deep. He rolls over on to his back and I curl up next to him. He holds me tight, caressing my back. I drift off on his chest. I wake up to the sound of myself snoring. He laughed. “I wasn’t falling asleep because I know you hafta leave soon.”
“Another 30 minutes.”
We talked about the rest of the week and he showed me some of his art work. Time was up and he walked me out.

Read what happens next in “Hiding Away” 

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