Dear sweet, silly girl,
Got more blogs than you can shake a stick at right now but I am only focused on a few. Got one that I tell stories on that you read. Takes me about ten minutes to write those tales, sometimes a little more sometimes a bit less.
They are easy for me to write, don't really know why but I can throw those out with relatively effort. And yes sometimes you are a part of them. Sometime it is you and I who are being talked about but not every time.
The goal here is to keep practicing so that I can improve. The goal here is to help put myself in a position in which I can publish my stories and get paid for them. I have the talent and I have the skills- now I just need to put them together.
Looks like you have another birthday coming up, should I say Happy Birthday now. I wouldn't want to miss it and have you notice. ;)
Damn woman, knew you were going to come by tonight. Felt you thinking about it and knew you'd be here. Sometimes you are so regimented, just comes through.
Still say that one day you'll find my hands on your hips and I will take care of you...multiple times.
Why?
Because I can.
Because you want it.
Because I want it.
Because we need it.
Grab a banana and get practicing woman, you are going to need it. ;)
You are still my girl, even if you won't admit it. Got to run MLBF
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Love Potion #9
Well the gypsy lady told me that you and I are going to spend a little time doing our own version of the Olympics.
Bedroom gymnastics time.
She says we are going to find out just how flexible you are. Should be fun to see if you can keep up with me.
Bedroom gymnastics time.
She says we are going to find out just how flexible you are. Should be fun to see if you can keep up with me.
Writing and rewriting
Dear June,
I keep writing and rewriting this post. That is because there is a battle going on again between my heart and head. It is pretty simple really.
My heart feels you calling. I swear that I can hear your thoughts and feel your presence. If I close my eyes I can feel your touch and everything comes back. I remember that feeling your legs wrap around me as buried myself inside you. I can see you smile and feel that enormous amount of love you showered upon me.
My head tells me it is an illusion and that I should walk away because you aren't really there. It says to pay attention to your lack of attention and take it at face value.It says there are no silly games being played here and that this is exactly as it was..a memory.
It says this place here is a cemetery filled with what was and nothing of what is or could be.
Yet my heart says that my head is being nothing more than a hardass, that is just an attempt to protect myself. My heart says that only an idiot ignores all of the signs, the contradictions and the little messages that you send.
It says you are waiting for me to come. You want to be tamed again. You want to submit. You want to be dominated and that you protect yourself by pushing against me. We are just not pushing against each other the way either of us wants to push.
So maybe it is time for me to grab your hips and your head. Maybe it is time to be face to face again to see what sparks are flickering around. It seems to me that there are a million other signs and symbols pushing us in that direction.
Well clearly I can't say that you see or feel them but I do. Too many little things that can't be chalked up solely as coincidence come up and I end up back in the place that shows me your eyes, your lips. your heart and your soul.
So what are we going to do about that.
I keep writing and rewriting this post. That is because there is a battle going on again between my heart and head. It is pretty simple really.
My heart feels you calling. I swear that I can hear your thoughts and feel your presence. If I close my eyes I can feel your touch and everything comes back. I remember that feeling your legs wrap around me as buried myself inside you. I can see you smile and feel that enormous amount of love you showered upon me.
My head tells me it is an illusion and that I should walk away because you aren't really there. It says to pay attention to your lack of attention and take it at face value.It says there are no silly games being played here and that this is exactly as it was..a memory.
It says this place here is a cemetery filled with what was and nothing of what is or could be.
Yet my heart says that my head is being nothing more than a hardass, that is just an attempt to protect myself. My heart says that only an idiot ignores all of the signs, the contradictions and the little messages that you send.
It says you are waiting for me to come. You want to be tamed again. You want to submit. You want to be dominated and that you protect yourself by pushing against me. We are just not pushing against each other the way either of us wants to push.
So maybe it is time for me to grab your hips and your head. Maybe it is time to be face to face again to see what sparks are flickering around. It seems to me that there are a million other signs and symbols pushing us in that direction.
Well clearly I can't say that you see or feel them but I do. Too many little things that can't be chalked up solely as coincidence come up and I end up back in the place that shows me your eyes, your lips. your heart and your soul.
So what are we going to do about that.
June Still Loves Johnny
Junebug, why don't you just admit that you still love me and that you can't live without me. You can only stay away so long without forcing yourself to do it.
Sooner or later you show up here because I still make your heart go pitter and patter. You still wonder same as I do about things. You are a bad girl who deserves a spanking.
I might give you another, except you like it too much. ;)
Air sucker, I know things. Just you watch.
Sooner or later you show up here because I still make your heart go pitter and patter. You still wonder same as I do about things. You are a bad girl who deserves a spanking.
I might give you another, except you like it too much. ;)
Air sucker, I know things. Just you watch.
Stuff
"There is a time in every man's education when he arrives at the conviction that envy is ignorance; that imitation is suicide; that he must take himself for better, for worse, as his portion; that though the wide universe is full of good, no kernel of nourishing corn can come to him but through his toil bestowed on that plot of ground which is given to him to till. The power which resides in him is new in nature, and none but he knows what that is which he can do, nor does he know until he has tried. "
"What I must do is all that concerns me, not what the people think. This rule, equally arduous in actual and in intellectual life, may serve for the whole distinction between greatness and meanness. It is the harder, because you will always find those who think they know what is your duty better than you know it. It is easy in the world to live after the world's opinion; it is easy in solitude to live after our own; but the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude."
RWE- Self Reliance
This just fits right now in so many ways
In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway American dream
At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines
Sprung from cages out on highway 9,
Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and steppin' out over the line
Baby this town rips the bones from your back
It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap
We gotta get out while we're young
`Cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run
Wendy let me in I wanna be your friend
I want to guard your dreams and visions
Just wrap your legs round these velvet rims
and strap your hands across my engines
Together we could break this trap
We'll run till we drop, baby we'll never go back
Will you walk with me out on the wire
`Cause baby I'm just a scared and lonely rider
But I gotta find out how it feels
I want to know if love is wild, girl I want to know if love is real
Beyond the Palace hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard
The girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors
And the boys try to look so hard
The amusement park rises bold and stark
Kids are huddled on the beach in a mist
I wanna die with you Wendy on the streets tonight
In an everlasting kiss
The highway's jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive
Everybody's out on the run tonight but there's no place left to hide
Together Wendy we'll live with the sadness
I'll love you with all the madness in my soul
Someday girl I don't know when we're gonna get to that place
Where we really want to go and we'll walk in the sun
But till then tramps like us baby we were born to run
Writing
Hello woman,
Do you still enjoy my writing. Does it make you feel good to know that you have inspired so much material, that hundreds of thousands of words have been written because and about you. I could see how that might feed an ego and make you feel good.
That last sentence isn't bitter or sarcastic. It is just an observation. Observing life around me and the things I see is just part of who I am. Old Johnny is one crazy man or so some might say, but not me. I may have some quirks but I know damn well where I am trying to go and what I am trying to do.
It is why I launched the new blog. Haven't gotten very far with it, all of three posts or so but it is coming along. I expect it is going to take me places. It is refreshing to write as me and not do so with my face hidden.
Got a dream and plans on how to make it happen. Just you watch.
Do you still enjoy my writing. Does it make you feel good to know that you have inspired so much material, that hundreds of thousands of words have been written because and about you. I could see how that might feed an ego and make you feel good.
That last sentence isn't bitter or sarcastic. It is just an observation. Observing life around me and the things I see is just part of who I am. Old Johnny is one crazy man or so some might say, but not me. I may have some quirks but I know damn well where I am trying to go and what I am trying to do.
It is why I launched the new blog. Haven't gotten very far with it, all of three posts or so but it is coming along. I expect it is going to take me places. It is refreshing to write as me and not do so with my face hidden.
Got a dream and plans on how to make it happen. Just you watch.
Hi Beautiful
Hi Beautiful,
Just want to let you know that when I look at your pictures I still get that "funny" feeling. And sometimes it makes me think of things that make it "harder" to focus. In fact if we were in high school and the teacher asked me to walk to the board to answer a question I might have to decline.
Sometimes I wonder if we were to be alone in a room whether it would start out in a loving and gentle manner or if we would like two crazed animals.
Probably both, but I can't say which or who would come first.
My YLC, I have something for you and it is not a spanking. Ok, I have one of those for you too, but only because you like them.
One day you are going to find yourself looking up at me again, just you wait.
And I am serious, you are beautiful.
Silly girl, I know how you think.
Life Gets Interesting
Yo Junebug,
How is my YLC in training.
Life got interesting and some things that I expected changed a bit. So I am adjusting things and working on some other projects with a bit more effort than before.
Not a bad thing per se, just sort of surprised. Anyway, got a "new" writing gig up and running under my name. Got a bunch of work to do on it, quite a bit really.
But I am excited about it. This should open up some more doors and create opportunities and I'll take those and run with them. What is new in your world?
How is my YLC in training.
Life got interesting and some things that I expected changed a bit. So I am adjusting things and working on some other projects with a bit more effort than before.
Not a bad thing per se, just sort of surprised. Anyway, got a "new" writing gig up and running under my name. Got a bunch of work to do on it, quite a bit really.
But I am excited about it. This should open up some more doors and create opportunities and I'll take those and run with them. What is new in your world?
Well, Well, Well- No Water
Dear June,
It is the end of the second week of July and I had expected to have some answers by now but they haven't come.
It is a mixed bag this waiting thing. I am much better at it than I want to be, but that is just because I have lots of practice. Makes me a bit crazy sometimes not knowing what is going to happen and where I am going. Kind of funny to say that because I am pretty good at living on the razor's edge, but that doesn't mean that it doesn't wear me out sometimes.
Been very focused on trying to make these changes I have mentioned here because I can't stand the idea of not really living. Hate the thought of just passing the days so I am fixing that.
Interesting to me to try and figure out where this all started and when. Wanted to talk to you about it. Wanted to ask you when you first noticed things weren't what you wanted. Was it just sex that brought us together. Was it just a crazy need to pound and be pounded or was there something more.
Was thinking about how there was never a time where I remember thinking I would want to hurry up and get it over with when we were together. I think that is significant. I think it is significant because we liked each other.
It wasn't just love nor lust. They played a role. I knew that I could whatever I wanted with you because you loved me and were willing to give yourself to me. Knew that I could let you do the same. Thought a lot about what it means to call someone the love of your life and whether that changes.
Got a few ideas, but I'll save them for now.
It is the end of the second week of July and I had expected to have some answers by now but they haven't come.
It is a mixed bag this waiting thing. I am much better at it than I want to be, but that is just because I have lots of practice. Makes me a bit crazy sometimes not knowing what is going to happen and where I am going. Kind of funny to say that because I am pretty good at living on the razor's edge, but that doesn't mean that it doesn't wear me out sometimes.
Been very focused on trying to make these changes I have mentioned here because I can't stand the idea of not really living. Hate the thought of just passing the days so I am fixing that.
Interesting to me to try and figure out where this all started and when. Wanted to talk to you about it. Wanted to ask you when you first noticed things weren't what you wanted. Was it just sex that brought us together. Was it just a crazy need to pound and be pounded or was there something more.
Was thinking about how there was never a time where I remember thinking I would want to hurry up and get it over with when we were together. I think that is significant. I think it is significant because we liked each other.
It wasn't just love nor lust. They played a role. I knew that I could whatever I wanted with you because you loved me and were willing to give yourself to me. Knew that I could let you do the same. Thought a lot about what it means to call someone the love of your life and whether that changes.
Got a few ideas, but I'll save them for now.
Patience
Hi Baby,
Every so often I stumble onto articles about soul mates. I almost always read them. They interest me for a variety of reasons, mostly for the obvious one- us.
Yeah us.
Can't help but wonder a little bit about how all that stuff works. The general picture I gather from all that I have read is that there probably isn't just one person for everyone and that soul mates don't always have a smooth ride together.
There is a purpose in bringing them together, a lesson that is taught/learned.
Some of the things I have read talk about soul contracts and suggest that there is an agreement between the two parties to connect. If I follow that correctly it would mean that you and I 'met' before we were each born and agreed that we would connect in this life.
I don't know that I buy into this stuff, but I won't say that I totally discount it. That is because I think it is possible that there are things that we don't know or understand.
Look at us. It has been almost ten years and we still are connected. It is sort of an odd connection. It is not your movie romance but it is something. You may not be in love with me, but you love me. I haven't any doubt of that. Nor do I have any doubt about what would happen if we were left alone together.
If we stopped to think about things it might feel a bit strained but if we let go it would feel natural. We would pick up and it would feel like no time had passed. You could walk into a room and make love to me and it would be amazing because that is just how it is.
The idea of there being multiple soul mates isn't totally ridiculous to me either. Think back to our discussions and you'll remember I always said there had to be multiple people who could make us happy, but I also said that I didn't see the need to try to find all of them.
Frankly I'd rather have time with you. Would be fun to manhandle you just a little bit. Been a while since you were properly dominated, so submit baby. Stop fighting. You keep reading. You keep showing up. There is something there.
As for patience, well mine is worn thin in many areas, but not all. Still got lots of stories to catch up on. Maybe you'll get lucky and hear some...
Every so often I stumble onto articles about soul mates. I almost always read them. They interest me for a variety of reasons, mostly for the obvious one- us.
Yeah us.
Can't help but wonder a little bit about how all that stuff works. The general picture I gather from all that I have read is that there probably isn't just one person for everyone and that soul mates don't always have a smooth ride together.
There is a purpose in bringing them together, a lesson that is taught/learned.
Some of the things I have read talk about soul contracts and suggest that there is an agreement between the two parties to connect. If I follow that correctly it would mean that you and I 'met' before we were each born and agreed that we would connect in this life.
I don't know that I buy into this stuff, but I won't say that I totally discount it. That is because I think it is possible that there are things that we don't know or understand.
Look at us. It has been almost ten years and we still are connected. It is sort of an odd connection. It is not your movie romance but it is something. You may not be in love with me, but you love me. I haven't any doubt of that. Nor do I have any doubt about what would happen if we were left alone together.
If we stopped to think about things it might feel a bit strained but if we let go it would feel natural. We would pick up and it would feel like no time had passed. You could walk into a room and make love to me and it would be amazing because that is just how it is.
The idea of there being multiple soul mates isn't totally ridiculous to me either. Think back to our discussions and you'll remember I always said there had to be multiple people who could make us happy, but I also said that I didn't see the need to try to find all of them.
Frankly I'd rather have time with you. Would be fun to manhandle you just a little bit. Been a while since you were properly dominated, so submit baby. Stop fighting. You keep reading. You keep showing up. There is something there.
As for patience, well mine is worn thin in many areas, but not all. Still got lots of stories to catch up on. Maybe you'll get lucky and hear some...
Traveling Girl
This just seemed appropriate for the moment:
"You are out there somewhere. You were always out there. When I walked those streets of Jerusalem and made plans to leave America you were living your life elsewhere. And again you were there when the earth shook and I wondered if this was the moment when the ground would open up and swallow my home.Junebug, I do believe that you have been thinking about me. I reckon you might have even wondered what it would be like to be lying underneath and or next to me.
There has never been a time or moment that you weren’t there. Only moments of ignorance and lack of awareness. You weren’t on my radar or a gleam in my eyes. Perhaps you were a dream that I never wanted to believe in. A dream because I didn’t believe that someone like you was out there.
It is funny in an odd sort of way. I can hear you telling me that you’ll never forgive me for not finding you sooner. I can hear you calling my name…”
Sadly I haven't thought about it once, but if you asked me I might be willing to put out for you, but only if you said please. C'mon woman, it wouldn't be the first or the last time.
You like asking and I like saying yes.
Crazy times here. Hate having to wait for answers, but as you know when I want and need to I can be a pretty patient fellow.
